What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Then how could I resist, the temptation was just too great.

Forget it, this matter is nothing to him, just a way to pass the time by sending the defendant to jail and conveniently solving the problem.

Now that he's free again, Old Tang started to scroll through videos out of boredom, looking for an exciting case in his private messages. Read chapters at empire

As time slowly passed in such an atmosphere, Old Tang's lifespan "balance" increased, and the amount of time he spent slacking off grew longer.

If there wasn't a suitable case, he would train the young lawyers at the firm, or go give lectures at schools.

Unlike Professor Chen, he particularly enjoyed making the students' clear eyes turn stupid and confused.

It was even better if there was someone who would argue with him—that was ideal.

However, the last case was just a pastime for Old Tang during his leisure time, but it meant something entirely different to others.

The case that was supposed to go to the second trial was crisply settled in the first, and the other party might even be jailed—do you understand what this means!

It means Old Song suddenly became very popular. If Lawyer Tang wasn't available for a booking, Song Tengfei still was.

As long as there was a conflict during his trial, they could just have Tang Fangjing fill in, plan success!

Consequently, Old Song finally experienced what it was like to be overwhelmed by cases...

It was another bright morning. Old Tang, who had gone out of town to give a lecture, was startled as soon as he entered the firm: "Old Song, what's with you?"

Opposite him, with dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, his once thick hair looked noticeably thinner; he was the very image of a dying man.

"It's just that I've had too many cases recently," Old Song replied with a clueless expression, "When there were no cases, I wished for more."

"Now that there are too many, I wish there were fewer. Old Tang, do you think people are just masochistic..."

Old Tang responded with a curl of his lip, "It's not about being masochistic, it's about... if this continues, I'm afraid you'll predecease me."

Old Song suddenly paused.

Old Tang then walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said, "I'm not joking."

Seeing Old Tang walk into his office, Old Song had a shudder of realization. He surely wouldn't actually die before Old Tang, right?

Although one couldn't really tell from the other's appearance, which seemed far from a terminally ill cancer patient...

No, he had to start exercising, live well, and absolutely not die before Old Tang!

However, just as he was thinking this, he saw Old Tang stick his head out of the office: "Old Song, I forgot to tell you, last time we got drunk, you, me, and Old Wang swore that we didn't have to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we wished to die on the same day, remember?"

Old Song: "..." So, how does one go about rescinding a sworn oath?

No way, he had to pass the cases to someone else.

Back in his office, Old Tang began to check his private messages; it had been a while since he last activated a mission. All this intentional homicide and stand-in nonsense, he needed to find a suitable mission, and fast!

Instead, as he scrolled, he fell asleep. It was indeed strange; he could never fall asleep while lying comfortably in his own bed at home.

But as soon as he was in the office, not just reclining in the massage chair, but even if he were laying his head on the desk, he would sleep so well.

Especially during management meetings—really, such perfect sleep was bizarre.

While he was sleeping, the law firm suddenly became noisy.

Old Tang climbed out of the massage chair, his eyes bleary.

It took two minutes to come to his senses, but when he stepped out of the office, he saw many people crowding around the window.

"What's all this commotion about? Making such a racket in broad daylight is disturbing my sleep."

The lawyers by the window, upon hearing the remark, instinctively wanted to retort—who talks like that?

But then they turned and saw it was Tang Fangjing, and they held their tongues.

One of the young lawyers spoke up, "Lawyer Tang, someone in the neighboring complex is threatening to jump off a building. Look, the fire brigade has arrived!"

Old Tang glanced over and sure enough, there was a fire truck entering the complex. Wait, the neighboring complex, isn't that the Yuefu Residential Complex?

"Are you sure it's the Yuefu Residential Complex? Forget it, I'll go back and check it out!"

With that, Old Tang hurried downstairs, running all the way. He didn't know what had happened in the complex, and although he was no longer the vice-chairman of the residents' committee, at the very least he was still their legal advisor.

Plus, he had lived in the complex for three years and had built relationships with his neighbors; he certainly couldn't just stand by if something was wrong.

All the other lawyers were dumbstruck as they watched Lawyer Tang descend the stairs with a speed that was anything but typical for someone with terminal cancer. They wondered, how come Lawyer Tang seemed sprightlier than any of us?

So that leaves the question, who's really about to kick the bucket?

Old Tang had almost reached the gate of the complex when his phone rang.

"Hello, Director Tian, I'm right here at the entrance of the complex, I can see the fire brigade, what's going on?"

On the other end, Director Tian hastily explained, "It's Old Wang from Building 14. Something's happened to him; he acted as a guarantor for someone, and now that scoundrel has run off!"

"The creditors came to him, and he had used his house as collateral. Now the house has been seized by the court, and it's all too much for him to accept. I'm not clear on the details, but you should come and see for yourself."

Ending the call, Old Tang quickly entered the complex. He and Old Wang were old acquaintances, having both championed the establishment of the residents' committee.

Moreover, when they encountered problems, Old Wang was always helping out too.