40 Shocking Public Judgment
The voice came from the crowd. There was no telling who it was.
The short fatty could no longer conceal the panic on his face. âYou, who are you? Iâm warning you, donât slander others. I, Iâm a high ranking civil official of the Civil Affairs Department. My father is the governor-generalâs officeâs internal affairs executive. You, you want to slander me? Be careful, Iâll sue you!â
There was a brief silence. Lin Wen glanced at him and said coldly, âPeople from the third section of the seventh resettlement site, come forward.â
He repeated it three times.
About 30 people gradually squeezed through the crowd to the front.
They were a group of people who were not fully clothed and skinny.
Lin Wen pointed at the short fatty. âDo you know him?â
There was a series of uneven voices. âYes.â
âYes.â
âHeâs the supervisor.â
Lin Wen noticed that this group of people was a little timid. They were obviously afraid of the short fatty, and they didnât trust him that much.
It was clear that this was a group of people who only learned about him through hearsay. They were doubtful about his various legends, not completely trusting his nature.
In order to increase efficiency, Lin Wen deliberately activated the Heart of Seven Orifices and used an extremely difficult operation. Every time he said a few words, he would interrupt the Heart of Seven Orifices and manually follow up with the next word. Then, he would activate the Heart of Seven Orifices and repeat this process until he finished speaking.
This was the best way to ensure that the conversation was focused and that the communication was smooth.
The flaw was that he did not want to appear like a stutter who would pause a dozen times in a sentence, or like a lunatic who did not know what to say. He had to be fully concentrated, and his mind worked at full speed to avoid any mistakes.
âI am the embodiment of justice in the Empire. I came here to judge the corrupt officials. Justice, like the sun, will never fade. The evils of the human world will be exposed to the blazing sun and disappear like gray snow. Those who are guilty do not need to be afraid because they will be dealt with. All grievances can be expressed here.â The first âI amâ was the Heart of Seven Orificesâ thought. Lin Wen immediately followed with âjusticeâ, so that it wouldnât wander off topic after talking nonsense for half a day.
Judging from the results, it was pretty good.
Just as he said that, a middle-aged man among the 30 people jumped up and shouted, âItâs him! Itâs this liar, this son of a b*tch! He only gave us seven bottles of medicine, but we are in a heavily infected area. More than half of the people donât have any medicineâ¦â
Someone tugged at him, but when his sleeve was pulled, he became even more agitated. âHavenât you been harmed enough by him? How many of us have he killed? I, I, I will fight him to the death.â
He suddenly charged towards the stage, but in the next moment, a black figure reached out with lightning speed and grabbed his collar. With one hand, the man exerted strength, and with a bang, he was firmly pressed into the dust.
Lin Wen took a look and found that it was the giant man called Uncle Jie. Not far from him stood the pretty boy and the other five giants.
Seeing his gaze sweeping over, the pretty boy waved at him excitedly. âDonât worry, Wen. Uncle Jie will protect you!â
Lin Wen had no time to care about his weird mode of address and change in attitude. He immediately said to the giant in black, âLet him go!â
Uncle Jie stood up slowly and pulled the refugee up. Lin Wen kindly said to the middle-aged man, âDonât be afraid. Tell me in detail what he said and did.â
Fear and anger interwove in this pitiful refugeeâs expression, but he still summoned the courage to speak in detail.
It was nothing more than fraud, abuse, and taking advantage of others for personal gain. After hearing this, Lin Wen turned to the short fatty and said, âWhat else do you have to say?â
The short fatty cried out loudly, âCounty Head Lin! I, I, at that time, they, they saw very little medicine and were very angry. I only said that because I was afraid of being beaten by the refugees and I wouldnât be safe. I was wrong, I was really wrong. In the future, when I ride a bicycle, I will definitely be careful not to lose any more medicine, County Head Lin!â
Upon hearing his words, the thirty-plus refugees revealed looks of anger. The middle-aged man on the stage had red eyes and clenched his fists tightly, but no one spoke or moved.
Lin Wen knew that this was a result of the Empireâs widespread corruption and the negative effects caused by Uncle Jieâs actions, but this did not affect the overall situation.
If this short fatty had only done such a small thing, then his aura would not have been completely blackened.
âAt 6:51 p.m. on the 21st, where were you and what were you doing?â
The short fatty was stunned. His face turned pale. He still wanted to pretend, but he couldnât hide his trembling legs.
Lin Wen shouted: âHuang Mingxiao, what did he do?â
There were a few seconds of silence.
Huang Mingxiao quickly flipped through his memories and answered, âHe said that the plague was more serious and took thirty-eight bottles of Abbvie Antibiotics from the warehouse. This was the last batch of medicine.â
Lin Wen turned to the other side. âDid he distribute the medicine?â
The middle-aged manâs face was twisted. âThis son of a bi*ch didnât give out anything!â
Lin Wen turned to the short fatty and said sternly, âWhereâs the medicine you received? Where did it go?â
The short fat manâs lips quivered and he couldnât speak. He tried to find an excuse, but it was futile. No lie could be rounded up in the face of such an iron-like truth.
âAnd what were you doing at 6:51 p.m. on the 22nd?â
The short fatty couldnât help but look terrified. âI-I was eating. I wasnât doing anything. I just had a headache, so I went back to Huai Town. I had dinner with my friendsâ¦â
Lin Wen stared into his eyes. âIs Ai Bo from Abbvie Johnson Pharmaceutical Company your friend?â
â1â1âI donât knowââ
âWhose credit card number is 91298373861? At 7:33 p.m. on the 22nd, who transferred a sum of 30,250 imperial yuan to that account? Why?â
The short fatty was speechless. Every piece of fat on his body was trembling.
Bang! A heavy punch landed on the short fattyâs face. It wasnât Lin Wen.
He only turned to face everyone. The sound of the loudspeaker echoed through the wilderness outside the town.
âYu Dachang! He is guilty of malfeasance, murder, and anti-humanity. He has caused the death of 31 refugees. His crimes are unforgivable. He is sentenced to death immediately!â
On the side, Fang Yaobo seemed as if he wanted to say something, but Lin Wen ignored him. He turned around and took out a special short gun from the waist of the black-clothed guard.
Uncle Jie was slightly surprised, but he did not stop him and allowed him to draw his short gun.
Lin Wen flicked the safety off and pointed the short gun at the short fattyâs head.
Bang!
A loud gunshot echoed through the wilderness. The high-speed 6.59mm bullet from the gun pierced through his head. As the distance was too close, it only had a penetrative effect, making the scene less horrifying.
The short fattyâs eyes widened, as if he couldnât believe that he had died just like that.
Thump.
His corpse fell on the wooden platform. Even the refugees who beat him were stunned.
The sound of the crash was amplified by the loudspeaker.
Silence.
A few seconds later, Fang Yaoboâs dry voice could be heard. âHeâs found guilty. He will be imprisoned until he is executed in autumn. Uhâ¦â
In the next second, loud cheers drowned the world.