420 Questioning (2/2)

A melted sword was stabbed to the ground.

”Come, Colt. Haven't you always been waiting for this moment?” It was Ye Qingxuan's voice. ”I'll give you the chance for a fair fight. If you're a man, pick up the sword. You can do anything. Just stop talking.”

After a long silence, the figure that represented Colt pulled the sword out.

”You will regret, Ye Qingxuan. You'll definitely regret...”

The scene stopped here abruptly. It was a long silence.

The prosecutor turned livid.

In the past, this was just a common dialogue, but from the perspective of the Duel Law, this fully complied with the rules. The only missing part was a notary. Moreover, since Anglo had proposed this bill, they would certainly not omit this premise. Maybe they had dug a trap, waiting him jump in. In this case, he had to use another strategy...

Thinking of this, he hesitated. He looked at Aldrich's calm face but began to hesitate. Was this a trap that the old fox had set for him?

Ye Qingxuan had offended so many seemingly guaranteed and irrefutable charges, but for lawyers like Aldrich, who had played with the disciplines for most of his life, there must be many loopholes for him to take advantage of.

Getting rid of the negative strategy before, the old man became so radical. Was there something he was very sure about?

The prosecutor's neck was drenched with sweat. Soon, a note was pushed over by the recorder next to him without a trace. When the prosecutor glanced at the note, his eyes brightened. He raised his voice. ”I request to question the suspect Ye Qingxuan!”

Aldrich frowned. ”I object!”

”The objection is invalid.” The judge pounded the gavel and nodded to show his permission.

Aldrich's expression didn't change but a hint of gloominess flashed in his eyes. If they could not find a breakthrough from him then they would just turn to the suspect... At the beginning of the game, no one knew what cards were in the other's hands or what kind of traps the prosecutors were setting.

If Ye Qingxuan said one wrong sentence... no, a wrong word, it would cause big trouble!

Seeing the prosecutor coming forward, Aldrich deliberately raised his voice. He almost offended the court, saying to Ye Qingxuan. ”Mr. Ye, you do not have to speak nor answer any of his questions. They cannot force the suspect to testify. You have the right to remain silent. If his question is offensive, I will interrupt him at any time.”

The judge pounded the gavel to warn him once. ”Mr. Aldrich, I hope you will not interfere with the normal order of the court.” Borja said coldly, ”The prosecutor can start questioning now.”

The prosecutor smiled and looked at Ye Qingxuan. The young man was looking at him too. At that moment, the prosecutor was dazed as if his mind was blurred. Only that pair of eyes remained in his vision, almost making him lose his mind. The next moment, he woke up and broke free from the illusion. But that pair of eyes was still looking at him. Somehow, he was flustered.

”Your eyes are nice.” Before the prosecutor asked, Ye Qingxuan uttered, ”I've seen that in many people's eyes…” He paused, frowning. ”You want to kill me?”

The prosecutor froze. His face subconsciously twitched a bit. He curbed the impulse to look back. But Ye Qingxuan seemed to have an insight into what he wanted to do. He turned his eyes to the prosecutor's original seat and to the recorder next to his seat. His expression grew puzzled.

”You want to look at him?” Ye Qingxuan asked. ”Why?”

The prosecutor was stunned with pale look. ”Ye Qingxuan, now I am questioning you…”

”He saw through you.” There was a sigh behind him. The recorder got up, took off the awkward round frame glasses on his face, revealing a thin and ordinary face with grey hair, and shook his head. ”Let me do this.”

The prosecutor froze. His complexion turned quickly. Aldrich's face also turned pale.

”Bastian...” Aldrich said with a sneer, ”I didn't expect that the famous judge of the Sacred City would even be willing to be a recorder. Don't you feel ashamed to let such a young man take the lead?”

”The young need experience, Aldrich. The old need to give the young chances.”

Before Aldrich could reply, Bastian submitted his identity card and qualifications in accordance with the procedure.

Soon, Judge Borja nodded. ”Qualified.”

So Bastian came forward. He gazed at Ye Qingxuan's eyes politely. He looked solemn but not offensive. He just took a stack of papers from the original prosecutor and said lightly. ”Mr. Ye Qingxuan, I'll show you a few things. I hope you will tell me your true feelings truthfully after reading.”

A moment later, Ye Qingxuan nodded.

But as Bastian pulled out a picture, Lancelot, sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly looked up. Coldness flashed past his eyes.

”This is bad…”

Maxwell, who represented Anglo, also frowned in the jury seat.