Chapter 50: Swallowed Alive

"You can't bear it, can you?"

Behind the desk, a silver-haired old man looked at Remington Daniel with a faint smile: "I feel your mood is quite complicated now."

"Of course!"

Remington's eyes were obscure: "If it were just turning a blind eye and standing by, it would be fine. The problem is that soon, our law firm will have to use the trust of my former employer to turn against him."

"But this is precisely the shortcut for you to become a senior partner."

The silver-haired old man smiled slightly: "This client of yours is very important. If we can win him over to our Cargill, he can bring in at least eight hundred thousand gold shields in commissions each year. And the apartment operated by Sunrise Company is the key to gaining that trust. Remington, if you still feel uneasy, why not think about what would happen if you didn't take this case? That child would still be torn to pieces, wouldn't he? Atlanta is not lacking in better law firms."

Remington Daniel smiled bitterly: "I understand! And I will do my best. Give me some time, okay? I just need a little time to adjust mentally."

"Of course!"

The silver-haired old man looked quite satisfied, and at that moment, a young man walked in.

"Boss, he has signed the property inheritance entrustment agreement."

"So, he is ready to inherit Sunrise LLC, is he? Poor little thing, he doesn't know what this means."

A look of pity appeared in the old man's eyes: "I think our new client will swallow him alive."

At that moment, the young man hesitated slightly but finally spoke: "There's one more thing. He asked our firm to provide a lawyer to handle a sponsorship contract for cold weapon combat, which I refused."

"Sponsorship contract?"

The old man asked with some surprise: "Remington, is your nephew quite outstanding in comprehensive cold weapon combat?"

Remington shook his head slightly: "Li Chunchu and his wife are very proud of their child, but I don't see anything remarkable about Andrew."

The silver-haired old man then felt relieved, guessing it was either some newly entered sports equipment manufacturer or an overall sponsorship for the school's comprehensive cold weapon club, which was common in middle school and college sports, so no need to pay attention.

…

When Li Mochen walked out of Cargill Law Firm, he felt at a loss for a moment.

The Black Star Building, where Cargill Law Firm was located, housed nearly a third of Atlanta's large law firms. Logically, it should be easy for him to find a lawyer here. But he didn't know which firm was more reliable or whether the fees were within his budget.

In the end, Li Mochen decided to go to the public phone booth downstairs and call Kadiren Jebsen and Li Mei. These two were probably the only people he could trust to some extent at this stage.

And Jebsen did not disappoint: "Large law firms are usually expensive and pay little attention to small clients like us. On the other hand, some small and medium-sized firms are not far behind in capability and charge more reasonably. Some of them come from big firms, with outstanding abilities and broad connections. Since they are independent, they cherish their clients more. Our company has dealt with a few before and left a deep impression. Do you have a pen? I'll give you a few addresses."

After the call, Li Mochen first looked up at the skyscraper in front of him, then shrugged and turned into an alley.

None of the addresses Jebsen gave were in this glamorous high-rise. The nearest one, a law firm called 'Lefu', was about a kilometer away.

Li Mochen planned to take a shortcut. He had seen the latest Atlanta map and knew the shortest route.

Lefu Law Firm was located in a condominium on a backstreet in the Klein community—a so-called 'townhouse'.

Just from the location, one could tell the situation of Lefu Law Firm. Although Klein was a middle-class community, its security and environment were deteriorating. With the influx of black people, the white residents were leaving in large numbers, and it was now only slightly better than the vagrant district.

But just as Li Mochen turned into that backstreet, a warning arose in his mind. His mind, honed through countless battles, immediately sensed the anomaly and the cold killing intent permeating the air.

Careless—

Li Mochen's mind tightened. He could be sure that the source of the killing intent had entered within twenty meters of him.

In the days of the Primordial Dome, such a thing would never have happened. But now, his ability in spiritual perception had dropped to a level even inferior to his Foundation Establishment stage back then.

And because of Klein's reputation as a middle-class community, he hadn't activated his Heart's Illumination when entering, giving the opponent an opportunity.

Fortunately, there were still some pedestrians on this street, so the other party hesitated and hadn't made a move yet.

If not for the obvious malice that triggered his danger intuition, he might have been dead without knowing he was in danger.

Li Mochen immediately moved to walk under the streetlights.

The lampposts were made of steel, placed every ten meters, interspersed with concrete utility poles. They could provide some cover and help him inconspicuously observe the surrounding pedestrians.

"Hey, Harvey, I think we shouldn't have gone yesterday. They should have enough evidence chain. If it were me, I would have refused the out-of-court settlement too. It's self-humiliation, Harvey."

"To some extent, yes. But if we don't do this, how can we fight for the client's opportunity? At least this time, we can roughly infer how far our opponents have progressed, right? In this business, don't take face too seriously. Alright, we need to go to Ritter Building quickly. I just had an inspiration and need your help."

These two in suits were probably not the ones. They might have practiced magic energy cultivation when young, but had neglected it after adulthood, only maintaining proper fitness. Appearance and aura could be faked, but their conversation was quite professional, not something an ordinary person could imitate.

The black woman with children beside her was also unlikely. The three children's expressions and movements were natural, with no inconsistencies.

Li Mochen observed behind him through all reflective surfaces on both sides of the street. About three seconds later, he noticed a man in a leather jacket and sunglasses casually putting his hand into his chest. His pupils contracted, and he immediately turned and walked into a side alley. Just then, a group of young people passed by chatting and laughing, providing perfect cover. As soon as Li Mochen entered the dark alley, he drew the steel sword from his bag at a speed barely visible and carved a few illusion runes on the walls.

Probably a 'keep out' function, using mental suggestion to make anyone passing by automatically ignore the anomalies in the alley and turn a blind eye to what was happening inside.

Then he stood sideways by the alley wall, hiding his body behind the protruding pillar. In an instant, Li Mochen's breathing went from present to absent, and he achieved a奇妙 state of integration with the surrounding environment.

A moment later, the sunglasses man stepped into the alley. Seeing the empty dead end, he was momentarily stunned. The next instant, a flash of cold light from the side startled him awake. But it was too late. Although he dodged the fatal cold light aimed at his throat at the last moment, his right arm was then heavily struck by the sword blade.

Although the sword was blunt, the immense force still broke his right arm, and the gun in his hand flew out.