Chapter 182： Thirty days!

"Thirty days?! What are you kidding?!"

"Elder Yan, what does this mean? The death penalty becomes thirty days? Isn't it a joke?"

"I heard that right? Really not thirty years?!"

"What plane?! Murder, rape, rape... So many felonies in only thirty days?!"

"Don't worry, Elder Yan must have his intentions when he said this!"

"It's absolutely impossible for thirty days! I'm the first to refuse! This kind of scum should have killed him sooner! Staying one more day is a waste of Shenglan's air!"

"Elder Yan must have made a slip of the tongue... How could it be thirty days, it must be thirty years!"

"Hehe, if it's really released after 30 days, then I'll kill you tomorrow!"

"…"

The people who were originally happy because Meng Wuxiu was sentenced to death, became angry again because of Fang Yan's words!

The immediate execution of the death sentence suddenly turned into a thirty-day imprisonment... This kind of thing is simply unreasonable!

That is Fang Yan, if someone else said that, I am afraid that the crowd outside could not help rushing in and beating!

"I knew...he would definitely not give up so easily!"

Lin Miaozhi was not surprised at all.

In her heart, Fang Yan has always been a person who does not play cards according to the routine. Anything he participates in will never be solved as easily and happily as imagined.

"Is the death penalty a thirty-day prison sentence?"

Elena's beautiful eyes flashed with curiosity... She didn't know why Fang Yan made such a decision, but she believed that Fang Yan could say such words, there must be his decision!

"Elder Yan! Are you telling the truth?! Only need to be locked up for thirty days?!"

Meng Wuxiu raised his head abruptly, surprise flashed in his eyes, looking at Fang Yan as if he was looking at the Savior!

Meng Zhiguo, who was originally slumped, looked at Fang Yan in astonishment at the moment... Rao is as shrewd as he is, and I really don't understand why Fang Yan made such a judgment!

"Elder Yan, although you are the second elder, I have to remind you! You only have the right to vote in the Senate and do not have the right to pronounce judgments directly. Please respect the judgment of the court!"

The judge said earnestly.

Fang Yan is a nobleman, and he is also the second elder of Shenglan. From Shenglan's national law, he can participate in the trial of nobles and cast an important vote... But it is just a vote, it is not enough. To the point of directly adjudicating anyone!

"Your Majesty the King!"

Fang Yan suddenly turned his head when he heard the words, looked at Lin Miaozhi, and said with a smile, "Didn't you say last time that you could fulfill one of my requirements? Now that I ask Meng Wuxiu to give my trial, it should be very moral and legal, right? "

In an instant, everyone's nervous eyes converged on Lin Miaozhi.

Lin Miaozhi took a deep breath, looked at Fang Yan, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Okay, I promise you, you have the final judgment on Meng Wuxiu's case!"

As soon as this statement came out, the judges, reporters, and onlookers were all in an uproar!

"How can this be?!"

"Contempt! This is contempt for Shenglan's national law! Did the king agree so easily?"

"They were originally husband and wife, so what they said to agree to the request must have been discussed long ago!"

"Made! I'm so **** off, I will contact my brother in the previous prison to get rid of this **** Meng Wuxiu! This time, I won't let him go unpunished again!"

"…"

Lin Miaozhi's personal promise is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, making the people of Shenglan even more angry!

"His Majesty the King is open and bright!"

Fang Yan smiled slightly.

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to Meng Wuxiu: "How is it? Do you agree to the 30-day prison sentence? If you agree, you can now sign on it!"

As soon as Fang Yan raised his hand, a group of micro-robots got a confession from somewhere and put it in front of Meng Wuxiu.

"Agree! Agree! Of course I agree!"

He never imagined that Fang Yan had clearly been tempted to kill him before, and felt that he might kill him at any time... But now his attitude has suddenly changed 180 degrees, helping him escape the death penalty!

Hahaha... It seems that Meng Wuxiu really deserves to die, even God is helping me!

At the same time, Meng Wuxiu had already sneered and calculated in his heart: He would not let any of the police and witnesses who wanted to deal with him go, and when he went out, he had to "repay" them one by one!

Especially the female police officer named Song Miaomiao, with such a devilish figure, just thinking about it is unbearable!

With these thoughts in mind, Meng Wuxiu was so excited that he signed his signature without saying a word.

"Miaomiao, what should I do now?"

The new policewoman beside Song Miaomiao was so aggrieved that she almost cried, "How can Elder Yan only sentence him to thirty days? It's so unfair!"

"Fang Yan must have his own ideas, we have to believe him!"

Song Miaomiao looked at Fang Yan, pursed her lips, and her eyes flashed with determination.

She firmly believes that the person she likes will not do the kind of thing that disappoints her!

"very good!"

After getting the confession signed by Meng Wuxiu, Fang Yan nodded with a smile, "Come on, the imprisonment is effective immediately. From now on, you are already a prisoner."

"No problem! Take me away! I'm going to the cell now!"

Meng Wuxiu was extremely happy, as if entering the cell was a big happy event for him.

"Not in a hurry."

Fang Yan raised his hand, and two police officers who were about to come up to detain Meng Wuxiu were stopped, "Before you go to prison to serve your sentence, you need to serve an hour here!"

"Ok?"

Fang Yan's words made Meng Wuxiu puzzled.

Not only him, the frustrated crowd at the scene, the reporters who were quite dissatisfied with the verdict, and the judges who were sighing and preparing to leave, all showed unexpected expressions at this time.

Serving an hour here?

What's the meaning?

Just when they were wondering, suddenly a black shadow whistled from the doorway and floated in front of Fang Yan... It was the wrist part of Mark 42, and in his hand he was holding a metal helmet that was as round as a pebble!

"Meng Wuxiu, put it on and start your sentence!"

Fang Yan's eyes showed a playful look.