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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.

“Con, 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 chere 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, sreporters quickly slipped away. As one left, the volof 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 stactics 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 liketo go too far,” he heard back coldly on the other end.

Stanley paused, realizing what he meant. “Wait, you expectto... 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. Swere 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, | 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 | run? Don’t you

understand?”

“My husband Mavel had violent

tendencies, and your family bribed

people to keep ELI fd into

paryyin\Hin rom there, Mavel had

a punching bag and kept me

imprisoned, beatingday and

night while you ignored it next door.”

“It was Zane, delivering food, who

foundbarely alive. | begged Jim

to save me, butMavel(cane re

justin ho stop him from taking