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Chapter 247
Chapter 247
This is the worst situation.
“Everyone, disperse!”
“If you don’t hand him over today, we’re not leaving!”
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While both sides were stuck in a standoff, Stanley casually closed his phone, saying, “Done! In a few minutes, you guys can
go.”
Hearing this, the other three turned to him.
With Quinlyn’s curious gaze on him, Stanley grinned. “Since we’re stuck, Larry and Joseph made arrangements outside.”
“Soon, hundreds of media and live streaming crews will focus on the station, documenting this clash of civilians against the
authorities for attention.”
“It was Joseph’s idea; he knows how to handle these folks. We’re reliable, right?” He even took credit.
Quinlyn nodded seriously and gave him a thumbs–up. “So impressive!”
Feeling proud, Stanley strolled confidently to the front hall and went live, shouting at the troublemakers.
“Come on, everyone! Witness the family exploiting tragedy for sympathy selling live. Look at their shameless faces, backed by
media peddlers pressuring ordinary people!”
Stanley’s voice rang out clearly, drowning everyone else.
The crowd hesitated, then erupted in sharp rebuttals. “Who are you to twist the truth? We’re here for justice!”
“Justice? You’re not condemning the killer. Instead, you want to attack an ordinary person who served his time. Just because
you’re a mob doesn’t mean you’re right!”

“Zane killed so many; doesn’t he deserve the death penalty? Should our families die unjustly?”
“Hey, ma’am, stop throwing accusations. Can you swear you won’t sell something during a future live stream without karma
biting you?”
“I... I’m struggling; why can’t I sell things?”
“Sure, if you’ve been struggling for 20 years. Did you come here with nothing?”
“You...”
Stanley shot back at everyone with biting words.

Meanwhile, hundreds of seasoned journalists and influential accounts also went live, bringing tons of viewers to witness the
police station under siege.
“Times have changed, friends.”
When it comes to stirring emotions and manipulating public opinion, this wave of influencers surpassed the previous ones, swiftly
changing the narrative across platforms in just a few minutes.
Victims‘ Families Exploiting Tragedy‘
Unethical Media Impeding Justice‘
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Trending tags soared, and soon people on site noticed the changes. They attempted to explain in the chat, but the viewer count
was overwhelming.
Several red companies, like the Wilson Group and the Hill Group, even teamed up to issue legal letters against the featured
media, backing the police.

Under dual pressure, some reporters quickly slipped away. As one left, the volume of others dropped as well.
Seeing the chat shift from sympathy to insults, the families panicked but still refused to leave. “We don’t believe justice. doesn’t
exist.”
Stanley scoffed and thought, “They couldn’t win in public opinion, so now they are resorting to stubbornness. They started this
battle with dirty intentions and want to use the same tactics against us, no way!‘
Regarding truth and justice, as long as Quinlyn approved, they’d trust her without question; first, they’d win the argument.
When one side cried, Bennett and the others wouldn’t need to use force, but they couldn’t just chase them away; that wouldn’t
be humane.
Stanley, lacking any sympathy, called Joseph for more ideas.
“Quinlyn probably wouldn’t like me to go too far,” he heard back coldly on the other end.
Stanley paused, realizing what he meant. “Wait, you expect me to... Joseph, are you out of your mind?”
“No, this chaos will last a lifetime,” Joseph replied without feeling guilty. Just then, Stanley heard him hush. Moments later,
Joseph’s tone shifted, playful. “Stanley, I’m sending you a big gift.”
“What? What is it?” Stanley was confused. A group of people walked in from outside. Some were plainly dressed, while others
were more glamorous, but all looked like ordinary people.

“Are you here for the case?” Bennett sized them up, noticing they didn’t look like victims.
They shook their heads. “We’re here to testify for Mr. Perry.”
“What? Testify for what?” Bennett was also confused.
Then one of them turned to greet a family member on site. “Uncle Brian, do
you remember me?”
Brian was crying in front of the audience, talking about how painful it was to lose his brother all these years. When he looked up
and saw the newcomer, his face displayed a bewildered mix of emotions.

“Looks like you remember, Brian,” Julia smiled slightly, her gaze on the camera, her voice warm.
“Hello, I’m the wife of the first victim, Mavel. Twenty–two years ago, I asked Mr. Perry to kill my husband.”
Her words dropped like a bomb, and no one could comprehend what she was saying. [A wife askin, this a joke?] they wondered.
ill her husband? Is
“Are you insane?” Brian shot up angrily, yelling, “You don’t want any fame. You vanished for years, now you pop up saying this?
What’s your game?”
“Julia’s smile turned sarcastic. “Why would I run? Don’t you
understand?”
“My husband Mavel had violent tendencies, and your family bribed people to keep quiet, fooling me into marrying him. From
there, Mavel had a punching bag and kept me imprisoned, beating me day and night while you ignored it next door.”
“It was Zane, delivering food, who found me barely alive. I begged him to save me, but Mavel came home just in time to stop him
from taking me to the hospital. I didn’t want to die; I lay pleading for Zane to kill him.”
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“No, this isn’t true. You’re lying!”
“Lying? How do you explain the permanent colostomy I have?”
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“Julia unzipped her down jacket, revealing the tube and bag at her waist, with yellow liquid inside. It was clear she lost even
basic functions.

Brian opened his mouth but couldn’t find words. Many in the audience and the live chat had to believe her; no one would willingly
cripple themselves. It took one hundred percent courage for any woman to reveal such scars.
“Sir, I confess. These twenty–two years of freedom come at Mr. Perry’s expense. I’m grateful to him, but this hell is my debt to
pay. I won’t blame anyone,” Julia extended her hand to Bennett.
“Bennett looked down, seeing her wrists covered in scars, burns, and bruises. They were old but would remain his lifetime.
Putting on the handcuffs felt like lifting a thousand pounds.
The others watched this unfold, feeling their emotions get complicated.