Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

The recess was a temporary suspension of the court proceedings to allow the trial personnel to rest or confer.

During these thirty minutes, the presiding judge and the jury were undoubtedly the busiest people.

This case, no matter who judged it, would carry immense pressure, involving too much: a world-renowned weapons research company, a famous web novel writer both domestically and abroad, fierce international public opinion, Middle Eastern armed groups, and significantly, the National Weapons Research Institute.

Logically speaking,

Lin Chuan should have asked Leo from the Haas Armed Forces to testify, which would have improved his chances of winning.

However, Lin Chuan chose a different tactic.

That is to counterattack!

If this lawsuit only proved that he did not infringe upon the rights of the Sania Weapons Research Company, in Lin Chuan's mind, it was essentially as if he had 'lost'.

Therefore, the Morgan Group teamed up with AW and Sania to attack him!

Even if he dodged this strike, he couldn't tolerate not counterattacking!

Lin Chuan was not one to suffer losses.

When others attacked him, he would certainly strike back.

Moreover, this strike had to draw blood!

The major artery kind!

This was his nature: gentle, humble, clean, sunny, but at the same time, harboring an unstoppable sharpness.

Simply put, mess with him!

So, Lin Chuan hacked into Lucas's computer, observing nearly with a God's eye view, all the actions of the Morgan Group.

You fabricate evidence?

Okay, let's see who has the better forgery skills!

In his virtual life as an antique forger, Lin Chuan believed that if no one thought it was fake, then it was real!

Lin Chuan's evidence was exactly like this.

This was the most perfect evidence Lin Chuan had ever designed; even if someone witnessed everything Lin Chuan did from start to finish, they couldn't possibly trace any evidence back to Lin Chuan.

Unless they grew a camera.

Don't underestimate Lin Chuan's 'crime scene processing' abilities; in the battlefield of hacker confrontations, Lin Chuan moved as if he were entering an uninhabited realm, with Karl, one of the top ten hackers in the world, having no way to detect him.

As for his methods, they weren't honorable.

This was just a conflict of interest between Lin Chuan and the Morgan Group, unrelated to justice, unglamorous methods notwithstanding, speaking of honor with a group like the Morgan Group, which stops at nothing, was somewhat humorous.

Just utterly mess them up!

Lin Chuan was very calm.

He did not represent justice; he represented only himself and at most, he could allow the National Weapons Research Institute to fiercely shave off some benefits, adding some funding, and produce a few more cannons.

In the plaintiff's rest area, a little cold breeze huffed in from the half-open window, swirling around the room, making two loops, then slipped back out.

Even the wind couldn't stand the oppressiveness here.

The representative from the Sania Weapons Research Company, Steve, sat rigidly, his eyes hollow, his breath hot and hurried as he exhaled through his nose.

His lawyer, on the other hand, was wide-eyed, not knowing what to say!

This experienced lawyer just couldn't understand how there was no stage for him in the courtroom!

More importantly!

Their contact with the outside was restricted!

Generally speaking, during a recess, plaintiffs are entitled to contact external parties, as long as they don't break the law.

But outside the rest area, law enforcement officers stood erect like prison guards, took away his communication devices, and occasionally checked on Steve and others, as if afraid they would run away.

To them, this was a very dangerous signal!

Alas—

Steve sighed deeply!

Honestly, he wanted to blow up, to vent his anger by smashing everything he could in the rest area!

If this were in Sania, no one would dare stop him.

But here, in Anling Court, it wasn't his home court, and the court officers here wouldn't indulge him, giving not even a bit of face; he had to restrain his behavior.

His only option was to transform his rage into a deep sigh.

Humiliated, and mixed with a sense of despair!

The thirty-minute recess, with the constant blowing of the little cold breeze, seemed so prolonged, making Steve feel as if he had lived through a century.

He desperately wanted to contact Yu Qin and rebuke her, "What the hell have you done?"

Or contact the company in Sania.

Tell his old employer that he wanted to go home.

Steve had a premonition that he might not be able to leave Anling for a lengthy period.

Thud!

Steve somewhat zombie-like returned to the courtroom, and as the judge's gavel fell, Steve finally snapped back to reality, gazing hatefully at Lin Chuan in the defendant's seat.

At that moment, Lin Chuan sat leisurely, his hands interlocked and resting on the table, his back not perfectly straight but appearing very natural, his face not showing tension but a slight, faint smile.

Lin Chuan gave an impression.

—If you give him a backrest, he might at any moment cross his legs in a reclining position, relaxed as if he were lounging on a sofa at home.

Yes, a very relaxed feeling.

This man was strange, even in a solemn and grave place like the court, he managed to appear so naturally relaxed, even to some extent treating it like his home!

"F*ck!"

Steve mentally cursed at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan seemed to have the Mind Reading Technique, casting him a glance and slightly lifting his eyebrows, his face innocent.

Steve was so angry he was itching.

As a result, in the second round of evidence submission, the debate between both parties was handled by his lawyer.