Chapter 64 The Testing Stage Is Over, The War Has Begun.

  The reporters murmured at this bold statement. Based on the evidence Camille had submitted, there were several unsolvable doubts in the Morris case. Many legal experts had expressed their opinions to the press, saying Kevin was likely to break his record of "no losses" with this case, adding a less than impressive mark to his career.

  Some anonymous sources had even suggested that Kevin took this case because of an old rivalry with Camille. Both men had attended the same high school and were even classmates. Initially, their relationship had been good, but after a falling out over a girl, they became bitter enemies. At one point, Camille had even hit Kevin.

  The enmity had persisted, and even though both had gone on to graduate from the prestigious Aurea University Law School, they returned to their hometown of Ternell City. It seemed impossible that nothing had happened between them.

  One reporter couldn't resist asking, "Kevin, are you really that confident?"

  Kevin pointed to the reporter. "Good question. It's not just my confidence that guarantees victory, but I firmly believe that reason, law, and justice always stand on the side of what is right. We will defeat evil!" With that, he nodded politely. "I'm sorry, but the trial is about to start. If you have more questions, save them for the day the verdict is announced."

  The reporters were satisfied, especially with Kevin's final words. They echoed those of the Emperor himself when he encouraged soldiers during the most difficult days of the war.

  "We will defeat evil!"

  It was a clever statement, aligning with modern societal values. The case had garnered national attention, and people sympathized deeply with Nasha, hoping her lawyer would win the case.

  As the courthouse doors closed tightly, the crowd outside didn't dwindle. In fact, it grew larger as time passed.

  Meanwhile, Jim struggled to squeeze out of his carriage, letting his massive belly drop down as he freed himself. Why were carriage doors so narrow? He'd once considered widening the doors but decided against it. If his carriage doors were wider than standard, wouldn't that openly declare that a man too large to fit through a normal door was inside?

  Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jim, like many overweight people, sweated profusely with the slightest movement. He licked his lips as he headed toward a nearby barbecue restaurant.

  This place was called "Daily Delight BBQ," and it was well known in Ternell City. Its specialty was beef ribs with meat still attached, and not the cut kind. Each rib was half a meter long, with at least two pounds of meat on it, marinated in a secret sauce and grilled to crispy perfection. The thought of it made mouths water.

  It was Jim's favorite food. He came here almost every three days, eating two ribs each time and washing them down with some fruit wine.

  "When eating such greasy food, that tart fruit wine really proves its worth!" Jim said to his subordinate as he sat on a double bench at an outdoor table. "The sour and tart flavor keeps my stomach from feeling too greasy. Oh heavens, I'm drooling already!"

  "Look, my food is here!" Jim's mouth watered as he watched a waiter approach with two half meter long ribs hanging from hooks, their golden brown surface dripping with hot beef fat. "I can't wait any longer. Damn it, can't you walk faster?"

  The waiter, who looked no older than 17 or 18, still had a childish look about him, with a faint line of black fuzz on his upper lip. He carefully carried the two ribs over, with one hand still supporting them. When he placed the beef ribs onto Jim's plate, they were positioned straight in front of him, which made Jim quite unhappy, as he couldn't see more of the meat. So, he raised his short, thick hand and waved. "Are you new here? Turn them around, and lay them across in front of me!"

  The young waiter, his face showing shy embarrassment, immediately moved from in front of Jim to his side. The bodyguard standing nearby stepped aside, knowing that the best thing he could do at this moment was to let Jim enjoy his meal undisturbed.

  Everyone has their own temper, and Jim was usually very easy to talk to. There was no trace of the ferocity that had earned him the cruel nickname "Meat Chopper." You could even joke with him a bit harshly, and even if he was the one being made fun of, he would laugh and throw out a few curses without ever getting angry.

  But the one thing you couldn't do was disturb him while he was eating.

  Wood once said that Jim was like a dog guarding its food—if you disturbed him during a meal, he would show his fangs. Even Wood wouldn't bother Jim too much while he was eating, as he knew it would ruin Jim's appetite.

  The bodyguard stepped aside, and the young waiter walked to Jim's side, laying the ribs across in front of him. Jim's smile bloomed like a summer flower, and he even laughed out loud. He didn't bother with utensils or trying to eat in a "civilized" manner. He wasn't a refined person when it came to food, so he grabbed the ribs by the bones, which had slightly shrunk due to the heat, and took a huge bite.

  His teeth crunched into the crispy surface of the beef. The meat was seasoned with chopped fruit peppers and spices, and the flavors of butter and beef exploded on his taste buds. He tilted his head back in satisfaction, savoring every change in taste. It was absolutely delicious!

  At that moment, a young man who had been standing unnoticed behind Jim's bodyguard suddenly whipped off his scarf, jumped up, and wrapped it around the bodyguard's neck, tightening it while pressing his knee into the man's back. As the bodyguard struggled, the young waiter took his chance. He swiftly plunged the hook used for the ribs into Jim's chin, with the smaller hook catching onto the back of the chair.

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