Darkstone Code
Chapter 222 - 220: Steel Knife

Chapter 222: Chapter 220: Steel Knife

It turns out that Lynch is not someone who boasts about himself. On the third day of Uncle Tom’s arrest, he still visited Uncle Tom and told him that he had hired a very capable lawyer for these workers, hoping to help them win the case.

This immediately elevated Lynch’s image among these worker groups. Moreover, as he is Nell’s son, he counts as "one of our own." Coupled with their current fear and unease, Lynch’s appearance undoubtedly gave them a sense of reliance.

"Victory is never something easily obtained; justice is not written with petals. We must struggle, we must persist..." Lynch’s face was full of resolute expression, his voice heavy, but within this heaviness lay a courage and strength capable of breaking everything!

At this moment, Lynch was not alone; countless pioneers stood with him. The arrested workers felt something unprecedented; they would fight against the evil Factory Owner to the end!

After comforting and encouraging a large group of detained workers, Lynch left under Adam’s complex and unspeakable gaze.

After bargaining, he was hired by Lynch as the legal advisor to the Interstellar Trade Company at a monthly rate of two thousand two hundred dollars. This was his first case.

He was well aware before coming that Lynch encouraged these people and even sent him here to provide legal aid to the workers and represent them in the lawsuit with the aim of dragging the lawsuit until the plaintiff went bankrupt.

As long as they could drag it on, the court and the bank could not auction their houses first to compensate the Factory Owner’s losses. Meanwhile, the Interstellar Trade Company’s case would be prioritized for processing, their houses and assets would be auctioned at a very cheap price through judicial sales, falling into Lynch’s hands.

All that awaited the plaintiff in this case was bankruptcy. His assets, factory, everything would become Lynch’s, including the goods valued at millions but now worthless, they would all belong to Lynch.

He spent less than three hundred thousand swallowing up a group of people’s assets, everything of a capitalist, as well as so many goods.

Adam felt Lynch was not a handsome, excellent young man on the outside; he was a Demon in disguise that could make people drop their guard, a devil.

These people who were thanking Lynch might never know that Lynch would take everything from them.

Actually, Adam was overthinking; how much money could be made by seizing those worthless family assets of the workers?

To say something perhaps not so pleasant, Lynch wouldn’t even look at these workers’ combined assets, including their houses. Those houses in the Lower City were less valuable than a doghouse in the Upper City!

What he wants is the factory, some hard-working workers who persist even in poor conditions, because their houses are Lynch’s, because they still owe Lynch a large sum of money, and a favor that can never be repaid.

These are far more precious than the small amount of money that can be squeezed from them, which is why Adam, despite his considerable understanding of contracts and business, cannot become a capitalist; he doesn’t understand the true meaning of value.

On December fifteenth, due to the impact of a massive strike, the professional football amateur league preseason games originally scheduled for November officially began. Due to the compressed schedule, the upcoming matches were very densely packed, testing each team’s bench reserve and stamina management greatly.

"The weather is nice today; I wonder if the upcoming matches will be as good as the weather!" After speaking at the opening ceremony, the Mayor returned to the audience seats. He said this to Lynch.

The influence of the massive strike had not yet fully dissipated. Although the strike came quickly and ended quickly, its destructive power and influence were indeed extraordinary.

Sports not only provide a spirit of struggle, but also offer people mental relief.

Lynch smiled, "I think it should be so."

The Mayor’s face also gained more smiles. He was present personally for the game, and some social celebrities came along for the fun. If the team won, all was good; if they lost, it would be embarrassing for him.

He actually didn’t intend to come himself; he initially planned to send someone to represent him, but ultimately decided to show up to "enjoy with the people."

Merely staying aloof is not the correct way of governance; occasionally being approachable can make one’s image more lively, and the Mayor is well aware of this. Judging from the reactions of the ordinary citizens who came to watch the game, everyone was very pleasantly surprised indeed.

Having the same hobbies and supporting the same team as the Mayor is a unique experience for many spectators, making them feel proud.

With the sound of the whistle, people’s attention quickly focused on the field, and soon, people made delightful discoveries.

Compared to the away team, which hadn’t yet found its rhythm, the Sabin City local team players quickly got into form, executing at a high speed and effectively, pushing the game into the climax stage right at the start.

The commentator’s voice never lowered, and a lot more smiles appeared on the face of the coach on the sidelines. He proved that his capability and means were indisputable; now, it was time to forge ahead and fight into the professional league.

The process and outcome of this game were within people’s acceptance range and were a big surprise. In the second half, key players from the opposing team even showed signs of avoiding confrontations.

When they held the football and faced several opponents simultaneously charging at them, they would immediately pass the ball to avoid these madmen’s reckless clashes.

Ultimately, the victory by a large margin and the smile on the coach’s face became the headline on the next day’s Sabin Daily—"After Five Years, We Set Sail Again!"

All of Sabin City’s society, from those gradually being released vagrants to people like the Mayor, were discussing this grand victory.

The city, originally a bit stagnant, instantly became vibrant because of a game, and discussing the game seemed to become a very trendy phenomenon, with Lynch and Interstellar Trade Company also becoming topics of discussion among people.

There’s even someone wanting to invest in the club and share the benefits, which Lynch unsurprisingly refused.

On the same day, the investigation into the Ristone Group was about to wrap up; the investigation team hadn’t found much of value yet.

The Ristone Group employed some of the Federation’s finest employees; they know how to make everything look ordinary, including their ledgers.

The action of the investigation team packing up their things brought relief to the entire company from top to bottom, meaning the end of the investigation and the beginning of a new life.

Behind this, the Governor of the neighboring state and some members of the Conservative Party also played a significant role. It wasn’t that Ristone had no flaws, but the pressure to continue investigating was too great.

When people uncover a problem, there are more things behind it that contributed to the emergence of the problem. For instance, some accounts related to Ristone-linked enterprises incidentally prove that Ristone’s ledgers were "processed."

If they were to thoroughly investigate, they would need to inspect many things, and they lacked a proper justifiable reason to detain the entire group company from moving. Along with the gubernatorial stance of the neighboring state’s Governor, many things couldn’t produce strong evidence in a short period, and they had no choice but to let go.

Although the investigators were unwilling, there was nothing they could do. They failed to find the key point anyway.

But at this moment, a stylish girl wearing sunglasses walked into the investigation group’s independent office.

She was a very fashionable and beautiful girl, with golden long hair, seductive curves and, most importantly, she was very pretty and quite young. When she took off her glasses, it seemed like the light in the office brightened a little due to her looks.

"Is there anything I can help you with, miss?" The Investigator in charge of receiving her poured a cup of coffee for the lady, a privilege others didn’t enjoy.

The girl did not pick up the coffee; she simply looked at the Investigator sitting opposite her, whispering, "I have some things you might want here..."

Immediately afterward, in the Investigator’s dumbfounded gaze, the girl stood up and casually undid her belt, removed her clothes, revealing her bare body.

The Investigator, stunned, stood up in shock, waiting for a few seconds before hurriedly dialing the head of the investigation team.

Meanwhile, inside the Ristone Group office building, the head of the investigation team faced Neo with a cold expression. Neo’s sarcastic comments made him wish he could land a few punches right on this man’s face.

But he restrained himself, knowing that if he did so, his career would end. These capitalists excel at manipulating truth with the money they wield, and he could only endure it.

At this moment, his assistant entered from outside the office, quickly walking to the head’s side, his face elated with expression, whispering briefly in his ear.

Over twenty seconds later, the corners of the investigation leader’s mouth couldn’t help but lift. That smile grew increasingly pronounced until he couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

"Mr. Neo, it seems that this battle is far from over..." He laughed for a while and then collected himself. "I’m officially notifying you now: you are forbidden to leave Sabin City; a court injunction will follow shortly."

With that, he turned around and swiftly left, his steps much lighter than when he came.

Looking back at Neo, who just now wore a victor’s smile, his face had already become grim. He immediately called for his secretary, "Find out exactly what happened!"

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