Chapter 31: The Stir in the Courtroom

Armed with the conclusive evidence from the safe, Irene and Hawk successfully brought Carl and other powerful figures to court. The moment they stepped into the courtroom, a sense of solemnity filled the air. The old wooden tables and chairs exuded the flavor of time. The sunlight struggled to penetrate the tall windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground. The spectator seats were packed with the town's residents. Their faces were filled with anticipation and anger, and their burning gazes were like torches, firmly locking onto Carl and the others in the defendant's dock. Among these residents, some were the families of the victims of the steel factory explosion back then, and some were ordinary people who had long been oppressed by the dark forces. At this moment, they all harbored a longing for justice in their hearts.

Irene, dressed in a neat business suit, stood tall in the witness box. Her eyes were firm and sharp, like a sharp blade out of its sheath. Her hands trembled slightly, a sign of her inner excitement and nervousness, but more importantly, a manifestation of her dedication to justice. She carefully presented the evidence one by one, her voice clear and powerful. Every word seemed to carry a thousand - jun force, echoing in the courtroom for a long time. "These documents and photos are sufficient to prove the defendants' corrupt behaviors over the years. In order to cover up the truth of the steel factory's pollution, they sacrificed the lives and health of countless people and resorted to coercion and bribery against the families of the victims." As she said this, her voice choked slightly, and her eyes were filled with sympathy for the victims and anger towards the criminals.

Hawk stood quietly aside, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes showed both the pleasure of revenge and the anticipation of the impending justice. Whenever Irene presented key evidence, he would nod slightly, as if promising those victims who had died wronged that their grievances would finally be redressed. The images of his parents being framed kept emerging in his mind, and the hatred in his heart burned like a raging fire.

Carl sat in the defendant's dock, his face as pale as paper. His hands were tightly handcuffed, and his body involuntarily trembled slightly. His former dignity and arrogance had vanished without a trace, replaced by endless fear and remorse. His lawyer kept defending him beside him, but in the face of the conclusive evidence, these defenses seemed so feeble. However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, Carl's lawyer suddenly stood up, a crafty smile on his face, and raised a stunning question, claiming that these evidences were deliberately forged and tampered with to frame Carl and the others.

As soon as these words were spoken, the courtroom was instantly thrown into chaos. The judge had to announce a recess, demanding that both sides supplement evidence within a specified time. The direction of this trial suddenly became unpredictable.