"If it is established..." Lu Jialiang thought for a moment, "it will take at least twenty years. After all, your current case has attracted too much attention."
Moreover, Chen Ziming's method of evading by pretending to be ill would leave a very bad impression on the judge and would definitely affect his sentencing. However, Lu Jialiang would not tell him this.
"Of course, you don't have to worry, I will definitely help you." Lu Jialiang stood up with his briefcase, "I will contact Lawyer Chen and ask him to come to see you, and wait until you pay me the remaining legal fees. , I will definitely help you clear your name! Then have a good rest, and I’ll go find out about Lan Qing’s side first!”
Making an excuse, Lu Jialiang left directly.
Chen Ziming looked at the background of his departure and gritted his teeth in anger.
The other party obviously only cares about money. It is almost impossible to expect him to win the lawsuit!
Twenty years…
Now he is thirty years old. If he stays in prison for twenty years, his life will be over.
No, no, he can't go to jail, absolutely not!
Chen Ziming raised his eyes to look at the sunshine outside the window, and suddenly sat up from the bed. The handcuff on his left hand pulled the head of the bed, making a small sound.
The door to the ward was immediately pushed open, and a police officer came over and scolded him rudely, "What are you doing! Hide back and wait for your infusion. We will take you back to the cell immediately. Don't give it to me." What a crazy idea!"
Chen Ziming lay back on the pillow, glanced at the medicine bottles on the shelf, and frowned.
If he is sent back to the cell, what awaits him will inevitably be to go to court again and be sentenced to jail. Such a life would be worse than death!
He wants to escape, he must escape.
As long as he can escape from abroad and find a way to get the gold bars stored in the bank, he can remain anonymous and start a new life.
The key is, how to escape
Looking past the two guards at the door, Chen Ziming's eyes quickly glanced around.
The medicine bottle above his head, the medical tray on the table... Finally, his eyes fell on the infusion needle on the back of his right hand.
With a plan in mind, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
As time passed, a guard stood up and looked into the ward. He saw Chen Ziming leaning on the pillow, his eyes closed and "sleeping soundly."
"This kid is really big-hearted. Can he sleep now?" The guard stood up and touched the lighter in his pocket. "You look at him for a while, and I'll go smoke a cigarette."
"Go!" Another guard raised his chin.
He took out a cigarette and put it on his lips. The guard walked away while playing with the lighter in one hand.
Listening quietly to the approaching footsteps of the man, Chen Ziming, who was "sleeping soundly", immediately opened his eyes.
"Hey, is anyone there?"
The remaining guard walked into the ward impatiently, "What are you doing?"
Chen Ziming shook the handcuffs and said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
"The lazy ass is grinding!"
The guard complained, but finally took out the handcuff keys from his pocket and walked to the bed. Chen Ziming's eyes glanced at the gun holster hanging on his waist, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Soon, the guard opened the handcuffs for him. Chen Ziming took out the medicine bottle from the shelf. The guard sent him to the bathroom door with his chin raised.
"Don't close the door, explain quickly, don't try any tricks on me!"
The other party was a young man who looked gentle and gentle. The guard was not too wary of him and didn't even take out his gun.
Chen Ziming walked into the bathroom carrying the medicine bottle. As soon as he entered the door, he pretended to slip and let out a scream.