11:30 in the morning.

At the entrance of the Winster Grand Court.

Reporters and citizens who aren't qualified to listen to the trial inside are anxiously waiting for the final verdict.

Two hours have passed.

They only saw someone come out once, bringing some items back inside.

Other than that, there's no information at all.

Who will be the victor?

From a logical analysis standpoint, Ethan has almost no hope of winning.

After all, all the incriminating evidence points to him.

Tons of illicit liquor found on four ships is strong evidence.

No matter how clever and resourceful a person is, it's impossible to turn this case around, right?

Not to mention, this time the prosecution team is unprecedentedly strong, with nearly all the top lawyers of Winster present.

And Bob is no nobody.

Can he win?

It's akin to the joke of seaweed strangling a giant whale.

Another ten minutes pass.

Some people have lost patience.

Anyway, the result is predestined, might as well go back and eat.

No miracle is going to happen, right?

Ethan's previous words at the door were just a bluff.

Except for those journalists who must cover this news, many have started thinking about leaving.

Either turning around or beginning to pack up the things they brought to see the spectacle.

And just at this moment.

Someone walks out from the court.

"Someone's coming out!"

Immediately, someone shouts.

This reignites everyone's curiosity.

Who might be the one coming out?

Then, they see a fairly unfamiliar face.

It's not Ethan.

It's a slightly disheveled middle-aged man, though he is meticulously dressed, with his hair slicked back neatly, displaying an air of panic.

Upon walking out and seeing so many reporters and citizens, he quickly lowers his hat, hides his face, and hurries to the side, as if afraid of being recognized.

But some still recognize him.

This person is Murphy Demier, the owner of Demier Law Firm, a member of today's prosecution team.

Why has he come out looking so guilty?

Could it be…

Impossible.

Those keen-eyed rush forward and start interviewing him.

"Mr. Murphy, has the trial ended? What's the outcome? Could you comment?"

Murphy walks faster, completely ignoring everyone.

And the smarter ones are totally ignoring Murphy, instead competing to grab the best spots ahead to shoot.

Because they've guessed…

In the next moment.

Ethan strides out with a spring in his step, then facing everyone, he repeats the gesture he made before walking in.

He clenches his fists, smiles, and says, "Ladies and gentlemen, as I said before, I will return like lightning!"

Actually, even until he said this, everyone was still a bit stunned.

Now, they are fully convinced.

Ethan won.

He actually won?!

Is this possible?

While everyone is bewildered, Ethan's representative lawyer, Bob, just having scored a big triumph, stands beside Ethan and says calmly, "Ladies and gentlemen, just moments ago, the Judicial Hall released Mr. Ethan not guilty due to insufficient evidence. The law has proven Mr. Ethan innocent; this was a thorough conspiracy, aiming to bring Mr. Ethan down, but at last... justice prevails!"

"Justice prevails" was what Ethan said that day in the detention cell, and now Bob repeats it again.

In an instant, led by someone unknown, quite a few people start to repeat it, becoming a roaring slogan.

And the now-alert reporters begin frantically photographing and questioning.

But Ethan, already under Bob's coverage, starts moving through the crowd, saying nothing to those questions.

But the legend has begun.

After this day.

The mesmerizing, unbelievable stories about how Ethan proved the liquor was fake in court and how Bob battled the prosecution team with his own words, showcasing individual heroism to the fullest, begin to spread feverishly.

This story, with fantastical elements such as why the liquor was actually fake and how it was done, is being interpreted as having mysterious forces aiding them?

This story would later even be adapted into novels and movies.

Of course, that's for later.

But for now, Ethan's momentum is undoubtedly stronger.

Originally unknown, Bob won fame in one battle, trampling over famous lawyers to become Winster's brightest legal star.

However, upon getting back into his Klaus Long Spear.

The ease and carefree look on Ethan's face have completely disappeared.

Only a piece of gloom remains.

Because he knows the battle is far from over.

On the contrary.

Now is just the beginning of the war.

Vincent's whereabouts are still unknown.

And Sandro is ambitiously closing in.

"Gather all the family leaders, hold a meeting."

After getting in the car, Ethan already gave the order.

This is an unavoidable war.

Even though a trivial George is caught in between.

But both sides are already at the stage of drawing swords.

Just who will unsheathe theirs faster and sharper.

"Bob, legally speaking, is there any way to sanction Sandro?"

Bob sat beside Ethan.

For a showdown, it can't be just plain blood and fire.

Sandro is also halfway a white-washed figure; to attack, one must attack across various sectors just like he did to himself.

"Duval didn't make a move today." Bob said such words.

"He is someone who won't leave any loopholes."

Ethan understood Bob's words.

With Duval's help, Sandro hasn't left any loopholes to be attacked.

Meaning, they can only fight head-on.

"Anya, where's Klei?" Ethan thought of Klei again.

This person once was someone he could half trust.

Now, he completely doesn't dare to trust him.

Then, once, those secrets he knew.…

"Klei disappeared." Anya's answer was unexpected to Ethan.

Klei actually disappeared.

"After seeing you, he disappeared."

"Also, I got a very strange piece of news. Klei withdrew from the Conte Clan. Judging by various news, this should be true. It happened the day after he saw you, only they deliberately kept it quiet, and I only found out today."

Klei withdrew from the clan and also went missing?

At a time when the great war is looming.

Is he feeling guilty and unwilling to strike?

Ethan quickly arrived home, just about to prepare meeting arrangements, the phone rang.

Sandro called.

At this crucial moment…

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