Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 37

“We really are okay, Bang,” Rama said to his brother via mobile phone. That day was late enough.

[Can you guess who did it?]

“Who else if not the one who trapped Brother and who killed Mischa. He must have been terrified to see the development of the case in court yesterday, especially because of the results of the investigation. He must have attacked us to hinder brother's follow-up investigation.”

[There is also another suspect, Roy. Coincidentally, yesterday he came here and managed to be humiliated a second time. He could have had people attack you out of annoyance. Given his long-standing arrogant nature and acting impulsively if he feels underestimated, he is very likely to do so.]

“Truly son of a troublesome rich man,” grumbled Rama.

[Has any police ever come to you asking about the accident?]

“There. They've also checked Shasha.”'s car

[Who Shasha]

“My girlfriend who has the car,” explained Rama. However, Abi did not react after hearing the name, so he felt he had to give an additional explanation. “An ex-grandchild who works at OBO-Jek and who once fought with mama because of scrambling subscription.”

[Oh, he. It's also great that you can date her until it's loaned out like that. In the past, Adon had to pay for it every night while dating him until he was confused whether he was a girlfriend or just a customer.]

Rama remained silent. Actually, he also experienced something almost similar. Although not paying, but every night he had to take Shasha to his clients by car. Sometimes he is confused, whether he is a girlfriend or just a driver.

[O yeah, what did you guys tell those cops?]

“Well, there was an interesting incident. Before the police came, Jack Off the Record first came. At that time I pretended to leave Indira's room, but eavesdropped from the door. I heard that the old man forced Indira's brother and Indira's sister to say that the incident was just an ordinary accident and there was no element of assault. He wanted us to say that, either to the police or to journalists. He said, for our safety. Although at that time Indira's brother and her brother Indira's brother did not agree, in the end they said as requested by their father. Forced, I also said the same thing.”

Abi did not make a sound for a few seconds, making Rama ascertain whether their conversation was still going on or had been cut off.

[Indeed, it was the right move for now. Too much revealing unnecessary facts to the police and the media has the potential to reverse the facts that will actually harm us.]

“Yes, Rama also thought so,” said Rama, though he never thought so.

[What about dashcam?]

“There, but they certainly did not find it because Shasha did not install a regular dashcam that was affixed to the front rearview mirror, but rather the shape of a toy attached to the dashboard. So, it looks safe.”

[Good. If your condition has improved, immediately see the license plate of the cars that hit you. Ask Kojak for help tracking him down. We should track it ourselves to find out who our opponents are panicking to act so desperately. It is likely that he could become a weak point that we can exploit.]

Rama felt his brother was very cool because he said the last sentences earlier. He can't wait to get back into action.

“Send everything to Rama.”

“What is it?”

[Investigate Indira's background. Starting from his childhood until he decided to become a lawyer. See how it relates to his father, Jack Off the Record.]

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The old man stared at his shooting board. He had set the direction he thought was right and moved the muzzle of the gun that had been in his hand.

THE DUARRRRR!!!

The gun exploded and spewed out a bullet that shot then hit the center of the shooting board. The old man smiled with satisfaction and put his gun on a soft, beautiful cloth-covered tray. He did treat all his weapons like his little baby. Then he sat down in his chair and sipped the tea in an elegant manner.

In the middle of his retirement to wait for his workers to prepare a new shooting board, his assistant came in with a tense face. He whispered something to the old man. An important message that immediately made his mood that was happy because it was always right to aim, became full of anger.

“Backed! Who did it? Are we that desperate?”

The old man kicked the table until the cup and the pedestal plate on top of it jumped. All the people who were there were shocked and frightened encompassed their hearts. They knew that every time the man showed his anger like before, their lives were in danger. One of the venting of anger that often does is by killing and of course those who will be targeted.

“We are still investigating, Sir. For now, what we suspect the most is prosecutor Jerold. But we still have to prove it.”

“If he did, tell him to face me. Let me teach him a lesson myself,” said the old man as he took back his gun from the top of the plug and filled it with a bullet. “I've also started to get fed up with the stupidities he's been doing lately. He is not even very good to handle the case of alleged corruption of his two brothers.”

“Good, Mr.”

The assistant turned his back and prepared to leave, before a question from the old man held back his steps. “What about media reporting? Did they start throwing out strange theories because of the accident? Is more and more support given to Abi because her lawyer and sister were mysteriously attacked? Does it confirm there is a party to slander him in the case that is happening to him?”

The assistant was at a loss for what answer to give because all the answer choices given by his master were not correct. With hesitation, he said, “They shut up for this incident. According to their confessions to the police and media crew, the incident was purely an accident due to the fault of his sister Abi who speeded and suddenly moved the lane so that a vehicle that happened to be there hit them. Since there are no CCTV footage and reports from other drivers, then the case is not extended.”

The old man heard the words of his assistant. He laughed and added a few bullets to his gun. He even took his other gun and filled it with bullets.

“Add to five goals. No, but ten goals,” his word to some of his workers. They did too.

Behind the old man was a long cell composed of small cells. Each of his cells contained people with shabby looks and a body full of wounds like they had been beaten. The workers, who received orders from the old man, pulled nine people out of the cell at random and put them in a cage that was pulled up and connected to the target board. The nine men wept after the one man who had been in the cage before and blasphemed whoever had made the old man angry.

“I really hate opponents who are smart-ass in front of me. But I hate it more if I can't read their minds.”

Then there were ten shots and followed by the opening of the bottom of the cage which made the people in it fall down, into the aquarium filled with hungry sharks.