Chapter 64: Chapter 64 The Testing Stage Is Over, The War Has Begun.

The reporters murmured at this bold statemt. Based on the evidce Camille had submitted, there were several unsolvable doubts in the Morris case. Many legal experts had expressed their opinions to the press, saying Kevin was likely to break his record of "no losses" with this case, adding a less than impressive mark to his career.

Some anonymous sources had ev suggested that Kevin took this case because of an old rivalry with Camille. Both m had attded the same high school and were ev classmates. Initially, their relationship had be good, but after a falling out over a girl, they became bitter emies. At one point, Camille had ev hit Kevin.

The mity had persisted, and ev though both had gone on to graduate from the prestigious Aurea University Law School, they returned to their hometown of Ternell City. It seemed impossible that nothing had happed betwe them.

One reporter couldn't resist asking, "Kevin, are you really that confidt?"

Kevin pointed to the reporter. "Good question. It's not just my confidce that guarantees victory, but I firmly believe that reason, law, and justice always stand on the side of what is right. We will defeat evil!" With that, he nodded politely. "I'm sorry, but the trial is about to start. If you have more questions, save them for the day the verdict is announced."

The reporters were satisfied, especially with Kevin's final words. They echoed those of the Emperor himself wh he couraged soldiers during the most difficult days of the war.

"We will defeat evil!"

It was a clever statemt, aligning with modern societal values. The case had garnered national atttion, and people sympathized deeply with Nasha, hoping her lawyer would win the case.

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Meanwhile, Jim struggled to squeeze out of his carriage, letting his massive belly drop down as he freed himself. Why were carriage doors so narrow? He'd once considered widing the doors but decided against it. If his carriage doors were wider than standard, wouldn't that oply declare that a man too large to fit through a normal door was inside?

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jim, like many overweight people, sweated profusely with the slightest movemt. He licked his lips as he headed toward a nearby barbecue restaurant.

This place was called "Daily Delight BBQ," and it was well known in Ternell City. Its specialty was beef ribs with meat still attached, and not the cut kind. Each rib was half a meter long, with at least two pounds of meat on it, marinated in a secret sauce and grilled to crispy perfection. The thought of it made mouths water.

It was Jim's favorite food. He came here almost every three days, eating two ribs each time and washing them down with some fruit wine.

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"Wh eating such greasy food, that tart fruit wine really proves its worth!" Jim said to his subordinate as he sat on a double bch at an outdoor table. "The sour and tart flavor keeps my stomach from feeling too greasy. Oh heavs, I'm drooling already!"

"Look, my food is here!" Jim's mouth watered as he watched a waiter approach with two half meter long ribs hanging from hooks, their gold brown surface dripping with hot beef fat. "I can't wait any longer. Damn it, can't you walk faster?"

The waiter, who looked no older than 7 or 8, still had a childish look about him, with a faint line of black fuzz on his upper lip. He carefully carried the two ribs over, with one hand still supporting them. Wh he placed the beef ribs onto Jim's plate, they were positioned straight in front of him, which made Jim quite unhappy, as he couldn't see more of the meat.

So, he raised his short, thick hand and waved. "Are you new here? Turn them a, and lay them across in front of me!"

The young waiter, his face showing shy embarrassmt, immediately moved from in front of Jim to his side. The bodyguard standing nearby stepped aside, knowing that the best thing he could do at this momt was to let Jim joy his meal undisturbed.

Everyone has their own temper, and Jim was usually very easy to talk to. There was no trace of the ferocity that had earned him the cruel nickname "Meat Chopper." You could ev joke with him a bit harshly, and ev if he was the one being made fun of, he would laugh and throw out a few curses without ever getting angry.

But the one thing you couldn't do was disturb him while he was eating.

Wood once said that Jim was like a dog guarding its food—if you disturbed him during a meal, he would show his fangs. Ev Wood wouldn't bother Jim too much while he was eating, as he knew it would ruin Jim's appetite.

The bodyguard stepped aside, and the young waiter walked to Jim's side, laying the ribs across in front of him. Jim's smile bloomed like a summer flower, and he ev laughed out loud. He didn't bother with utsils or trying to eat in a "civilized" manner.

He wasn't a refined person wh it came to food, so he grabbed the ribs by the bones, which had slightly shrunk due to the heat, and took a huge bite.

His teeth crunched into the crispy surface of the beef. The meat was seasoned with chopped fruit peppers and spices, and the flavors of butter and beef exploded on his taste buds. He tilted his head back in satisfaction, savoring every change in taste. It was absolutely delicious!

At that momt, a young man who had be standing unnoticed behind Jim's bodyguard suddly whipped off his scarf, jumped up, and wrapped it a the bodyguard's neck, tighting it while pressing his knee into the man's back. As the bodyguard struggled, the young waiter took his chance.

He swiftly plunged the hook used for the ribs into Jim's chin, with the smaller hook catching onto the back of the chair.