Chapter 399: Chapter 400: At Least Three Years of
Everyone was startled.
A gun is a very intimidating weapon.
Purple Summers’s marksmanship was extremely accurate, and amid the chaos, she narrowly shot the laminate wood flooring right beside Joshua Davis’s foot.
The laminate wood flooring was penetrated, and the top layer of the blue-grey dust matting was smoking faintly…
Joshua Davis froze on the spot, both shocked and angry.
The office fell silent; everyone held their breath.
After a while, someone finally snapped out of it. The middle-aged man beside Joshua Davis looked at Purple Summers in panic, “You… you… you dared to shoot?! We’re going to call the police to arrest you!”
“Private property is protected by the law. When invaded by outsiders with the intention to harm the homeowner, my use of a weapon for self-defense and deterrence is a legitimate act, within reason and legal boundaries.”
Purple Summers’s eyes were clear and calm, and the gun in her hand slowly moved from the ground near Joshua Davis’s foot to his face.
“If you continue your aggressive behavior, I even have the right to shoot and will bear no legal responsibility,” she said expressionlessly, with not a trace of emotion in her eyes, “Want to give it a try?”
In Huaya Country, citizens are allowed to carry guns, and while it’s legal to own one, the process of purchasing a firearm is incredibly stringent. In other words, not everyone can get their hands on a gun.
A gun also serves as a symbol of status.
Under the black muzzle of the gun, nobody wasn’t afraid.
They let go of Marcel Jefferson.
Marcel Jefferson’s shirt was torn, his hair disheveled, and his face bore several bruises, but thankfully he was not seriously harmed. Purple Summers breathed a sigh of relief.
These people were not true barbarians; they didn’t beat up Marcel Jefferson but instead forced him to kneel and kowtow to humiliate him.
Purple Summers gently placed the gun on the office desk next to her and sat down slowly.
The direction of the gun’s muzzle was still aimed at those people.
Joshua Davis feared the gun, but the pain of losing his only flesh and blood overwhelmed his emotions.
“Fine, shoot then! You killed my son, you might as well kill me too!” Joshua Davis yelled furiously, “What lawyer?! You bunch of executioners! Heartless murderers without conscience!”
In his anger, he had already equated Marcel Jefferson and his colleagues with the sorceress, viewing them as criminals on the same boat.
“We indeed took over this case. Since you are here, it’s a good opportunity to clarify some details with you,” Purple Summers said calmly, her voice clear and cold, “Cyrus and the other two male students died under mysterious circumstances. The best way to let the deceased rest in peace is to uncover the truth. Don’t you think so?”
A relative of the Davis family said, “The police already investigated thoroughly! It was that old lady performing witchcraft, using that ‘spirit channeling’ talisman water! It’s poison water tainted with poison!”
“The dose in the talismanic water isn’t enough to kill anyone,” Purple Summers’s gaze swept across the person before resting on Joshua Davis’s face, “The real cause of death was Cyrus buying cigarettes laced with cannabis through illegal channels and overdosing, leading to sudden death.”
Joshua Davis exploded in rage: “You’re slandering!”
A relative chimed in to back him up: “You’ve gone too far, Cyrus is dead, and you still want to slander him, don’t you have any conscience at all?!”
“My son never smoked,” Joshua Davis said word byword, grinding his teeth, “I raised my son, and I know him best! From childhood, he excelled in both character and learning, never smoked, never drank, and hardly ever played video games! You’re spouting nonsense!”
“That’s right, Cyrus always listened to his dad, how could he possibly smoke?”
“…his monthly allowance was always deposited directly into his transit card and meal card; he didn’t even have pocket money, how could he afford to buy cannabis?”
“You lawyers, just to exonerate the murderer, will really say anything.”
Purple Summers looked at them coldly, “Every parent thinks they know their child the best. Mr. Davis, to find out whether your son smoked, you might want to ask his dentist. Cyrus had been smoking for at least three years!”
At those words, Joshua Davis felt as if struck by lightning.