Outside the window, the crowd roared angrily, waving their fists. Looking at their hate-filled faces, the young man’s body trembled slightly.
With a loud bang, two Federation police officers across the table slamd the table, "Answer the question, how did you harm those girls, and where are their bodies hidden?"
It’s more than one corpse; this is a big case. For the detectives from the Federation, the happenings here in Nagariel keep breaking their lower limits of understanding.
Things like redemption through money occur casually anywhere; rich people can avoid murder charges by paying so fines.
Just like this young man in front of them, nominally the ruler of ngwu Province, one of the legislators of the United Parliant. After coming here to confess, his first demand was to atone with money.
When they heard that they killed more than one girl, the police were furious.
The young man shuddered violently, lifted his head, and with so bewildernt and helplessness spoke about what happened that night.
Filled with evil!
The police officer responsible for recording gritted his teeth. When selecting police officers from Nagariel, the Federation carefully screened them, excluding all corrupt officers.
At least from the Federation Governnt’s point of view, they have kept the barrier tight; most police officers can be said to be without blemishes.
This is also to prevent them from slipping towards the edge of cri far away from the Federation Mainland.
No blemishes, naturally because there is a sense of justice in their hearts; justice makes these two police officers desire to beat the scoundrel in front of them severely.
They even felt that directly sentencing him to death was too easy; if possible, dying a few more tis would be best.
A bloody, dark, hell-like story gradually appeared on the paper.
Just as a police officer snapped a pen, the door opened.
The two were startled and turned to look; it was Akumal.
They knew Akumal, whether in Nagariel, the Federation, or any country in the world.
Those who follow Nagariel, follow international situations, know the wise man Akumal and his ideological theories; he is very famous.
"I heard soone confessed, so I ca over; is this the criminal?"
Akumal looked at the young person sitting not far away, the sa age as him, but their ntal states were entirely different.
One dressed in a pure white robe of practice, even barefoot, would give people a holy feeling.
And the other, even in expensive luxurious clothes, cannot hide the "stench" from him, which is still the stink of power after decay.
The two police officers stood up. Sotis you must admire certain people; they might not appear special, but their actions change the world.
"Yes, he is the criminal, the legislator of ngwu Province," a police officer replied.
Akumal walked to the young man’s front, looked at the lifeless-eyed peer, and showed so grief.
"You have ruined the child of parents, so people’s sisters, you have spoiled the beauty of these families, your sins are deep."
"They let co to see; I am not here to forgive you. I have no authority to do so. I cannot represent God nor the law. I am here just to witness you, to see the law judge your sins."
He turned to the two police officers, "May I listen in?"
The two police officers did not know what to do. At this mont, the Assistant Director walked in, "Of course, Mr. Akumal."
He gave Akumal the respect he deserved; it is normal for a person with perseverance, willpower, and noble morals to be respected.
Akumal thanked the Assistant Director and then sat on the side.
During this process, he almost couldn’t suppress his anger many tis before calming down again. He regarded this as a form of practice, bringing his mind closer to a state of perfection.
In his ideological theory, so things are fernting and being discussed.
So people have a question: Should we lay down arms for peace?
If the way to peace leading to prosperity and strength requires laying down arms and violence, then why is the Federation actively expanding military armants?
Why are most countries in the world strengthening military power? Are they not planning to continue their prosperity?
This also led to another question—"If we have no weapons in our hands, we are hard, and those who harm us do not agree with our views, what should we do?"
This question is very realistic; it is not like so "high" things that can be fobbed off with superficial words. It’s inevitably a problem with an outco.
How to answer this question becos important, and this incident is a very good opportunity.
The reason for the anger of the people outside is multifaceted. On one hand, once they knew this incident was done by the ruling class, old hatreds surfaced together, and they beca uncontrollably furious.
Another part is because of Akumal’s philosophy; they want to know when facing problems, how to solve them.
Not everyone will continuously slap others until guilt makes them kneel down to apologize; exceptions always exist.
Now is the ti to reveal the answer, which is the law, the axioms, the power of the righteous path!
Indeed, we are empty-handed, but there will be those who co to protect us, to protect our rights.
The Federation will beco the sword in our hands to protect our rights!
Watching the young man repent, bow his head, confess, and finally hold his head in pain out of fear, Akumal’s face bore a slight smile.
As he walked out of the police station, thousands of people had already gathered outside.
So stood, others sat, all waiting for an answer.
They roared loudly, shouted angrily, until—Akumal walked out through the police station’s main door.
When people saw him, they lowered their heads, and so fervent believers knelt down to express their passionate devotion to Akumal.
"He confessed..."
With just one sentence, collective emotions surged, people spoke loudly in languages that were hard to understand, as if lanting, yet seeming excited in worship. At least their Faith had not shattered!
Akumal raised his hand, and the crowd instantly quieted down, looking at him with eyes filled with supre respect.
"I asked the Assistant Director of the police station, and he told the identity of the criminal, he is the highest ruler of ngwu Province, a legislator of the United Parliant..."
"However, the law will not let him escape judgnt; he will stand before the law like everyone else, like us ordinary people, to receive the final judgnt!"
The crowd grew agitated again. It was already difficult for the ruling class to be tried, such a thing had never occurred before the Federation people ca, let alone convicting him!
So elders knelt on the ground and wept loudly, mourning their murdered families, grateful for the arrival of this beautiful era, thanking the Federation people for bringing true justice and fairness!
Those who have not experienced everything that has happened here will never understand how precious justice, fairness, and equality are.
Like sunlight, seemingly ordinary, yet they have never basked in it.
These things, ubiquitous in the Federation, are more luxurious here than the most extravagant luxuries!
Because the Federation people arrived, they are right in people’s hands.
How can one calm down such intense emotions?
And this also proves Akumal’s words are true. When everything begins to get on track, onto the right path, everyone will be bound by norms and laws.
Even if we lack a sword, those who committed evil deeds will face judgnt in the sunlight!
The people in the police station watched Akumal leave, surrounded like a Saint by the crowd, and so officers also felt a bit moved.
Akumal’s rhetoric and spirit are incredibly infectious.
He began to run around for this matter, spreading his correct ideas everywhere, telling people it was because of their "nonviolence" that everything is changing for the better.
If they initially chose violence, then fairness, justice, and equality would not fall upon them like sunlight, the only thing they’d welco would be high-pressure rule!
In the anti, Gadon also received a call from Lynch.
After the lengthy call ended, the humility on his face turned into a manic smile.
He paced back and forth, walked to the display cabinet, looked at the photographs placed on it, looked at his father’s expressionless face, his smile began to twist.
"See, choosing is the most correct decision; only I can inherit your will, only !"
He walked back and forth, "You have always looked down on , thought I was just a bastard, but look, the bastard in your eyes will beco the supre ruler here."
"Even if I’m just a puppet, I’m the most expensive one!"
"Wealth, status, reputation, power!"
"Your son doesn’t even emit an odor, while I am set to reach the pinnacle!"
"My dear father, Mr. Simon!"
His face flushed, with a bit of white foam at the corners of his mouth, it’s not sothing easily reconciled with, having personally killed one’s own father.
Many tis, he would repeatedly interrogate his inner self, whether his choices, his actions were right, whether he should have done those things.
Until this mont, he understood, he was not wrong; it was his father, that damned brother, who were wrong!
And he, is the true heir to everything of Mr. Simon, only him!
Looking at the photo with his sunny smile, looking at the admiration and cautiousness hidden in his eyes, looking at Simon’s face showing impatience, and his mother’s bowed head in fear.
He slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, and put the photo along with its fra back in place.
This ti, he might not be able to co here for a long ti to see them, because he is about to embark on a new life, a new peak!
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