As Romeo's mind raced with questions and uncertainties, the courtroom fell silent as the judge, a stern-looking man with a commanding presence, entered the room.The judge, a matured man of about sixty years old, exuded an air of authority as he entered the courtroom. Clad in a flowing black robe that billowed behind him, he moved with purpose, his steps echoing in the hushed chamber. With a steady gaze and an unwavering demeanor, he commanded respect from all who beheld him.Upon his presence, everyone in the courtroom stood up as a form of respect and solidarity to the judge.Upon reaching the raised platform, the judge ascended the steps with measured strides, each movement deliberate and assured. As he reached the high-backed chair at the center of the room, he paused, casting a penetrating glance over the assembled crowd. With a slight nod, he settled into his seat, the weight of his presence filling the room and setting the tone for the proceedings to come."Order in the cou
"Thank you, Mr. Smith," the judge interjected, his voice was firm yet impartial. "And now, Miss Blackwood, it is time for your closing argument. Please proceed."Miss Blackwood rose once again, her posture poised and confident. She glanced briefly at Romeo, offering him a reassuring nod before turning her attention back to the jury."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she began, her voice was steady, "you have seen and heard the evidence presented in this case. You have seen the circumstances that led to the tragic events of that day. Now, it is time to consider what truly matters—justice."She walked to the center of the courtroom, her gaze sweeping over the jurors. "The prosecution would have you believe that Mr. Stewart is a criminal, but nothing could be further from the truth. He is a man who found himself in a life-threatening situation and acted to protect himself. Isn't that what any of us would do in such circumstances?"Miss Blackwood paused, allowing her words to sink in. "
The next day, Romeo found himself in the familiar surroundings of the prison gym, seeking solace and distraction in the rhythmic clang of weights and the burn of exertion. The fact that he was still within the prison walls with no hope of being set free caused him to be frustrated and confused.Why was it taking so long for him to be set free?The fact that the results for the autopsy had not yet been presented to guarantee his freedom weighed down on him. Coupled with that, Romeo was also devastated at the fact that Anna had not reached out to him during this time of peril.He would have been able to set himself free from this prison alright, but that would have been risky, as he believed that any irregular scenerio here at the prison that led to his release, would raise suspicions concerning his identity.However with each rep, he pushed himself to the limit, channeling his frustration and confusion into raw physical strength.The iron bars of the weight rack groaned under the str
"Stop. I don't care about how much Mr Joseph is going to pay you anymore." Romeo halted the inspector's speech.Inspector Bachmann was stunned by Romeo's sudden disinterest. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Romeo's abrupt shift in focus left him bewildered, unable to comprehend Romeo's change in attitude."I can't deny the fact that I am surprised that you no longer want to know about how much I would cash…""Yeah, you can keep the information about the cash to your stupid old selfish self." Said Romeo."But what I want to get from you, is your word.""What word?" Inspector Bachmann looked confused.Romeo leaned closer towards the inspector and said. "I want you to promise me that you are going to give everything you've got to see to it that those involved are brought to justice, and when I mean everything you've got, I mean a hundred and twenty percent. Agreed?"Inspector Bachmann stared at Romeo in disbelief, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. The no
Leo's towering figure cast a menacing shadow over Romeo, who lay on the gym floor, wincing in agony. The rugged man's scarred face contorted with fury, his eyes blazing with an intense rage that sent shivers down Romeo's spine.As Leo loomed over him, his massive frame radiated raw power, causing the other muscular inmates in the gym to instinctively step back.Their expressions carried a mixture of fear and apprehension. They knew better than to interfere when Leo was in one of his infamous rages."You bastard!" Leo's voice thundered through the gym, reverberating off the walls with a chilling intensity. "You think that all would be well with you after the jury set you free after killing one of my men in cold blood? Huh!"Romeo gritted his teeth against the pain, his jaw clenched as he struggled to push himself up from the ground. Leo's accusation struck a nerve, triggering a surge of anger and defiance within him."Come on Leo. We can do better than continue fighting ourselves in t
The next day dawned with a pall of tension hanging over Inspector Bachmann as he sat behind the wheel of his Toyota Hilux Gr sport, the morning sun casting long shadows across the busy streets of Yunche. With a furrowed brow, he dialed a familiar number, his fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel as he waited for the call to connect."Hello, am I speaking with Emma Shadowfield?" Inspector Bachmann's voice cut through the silence, firm and authoritative."Yes. Please can I know the person I am speaking with?" Emma's voice crackled over the line, as her tone was tinged with apprehension at the unexpected call."You are speaking with Inspector Bachmann. Head of the major crimes division and corrections director at the Yunche prison facility." His words carried a weight of authority, commanding attention even over the crackling phone line.Emma's response was immediate, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness as she stammered out a reply. "Oh, Inspector Bachmann. It is yo
Meanwhile there at the Yunche prison facility, the day dawned with a sense of apprehension lingering in the air of the prison sick bay. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy, mixing with the faint aroma of sweat and fear. Romeo lay on the cold examination table, his jaw clenched in anticipation of what was to come.A muscular masseuse stood beside him, his hands coated in a layer of soothing massage oil. He wore a stern expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he prepared to tackle Romeo's dislocated shoulder.Three burly inmates flanked Romeo, their arms crossed over their broad chests as they held him firmly in place. Their muscles rippled beneath their prison-issue shirts.Romeo's face was a mask of stoic determination, though a hint of apprehension flickered in his eyes. A scrap of cloth was clenched between his teeth, muffling any sounds of pain that threatened to escape.With a nod from the masseuse, the inmates tightened their grip on Romeo's limbs, ensuring
"Yes, I am one of Leo's lackeys, or better still, I was one of Leo's lackeys, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is the fact that I am willing to help you win this fight against that corky bastard." the inmate admitted, his voice low but earnest.Romeo's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing even more. "Wait, if you are really serious with what you say, may I ask, why the sudden change? Why do you want to help me? I am curious.""Come on, Romeo, every inmate here at the Yunche prison facility admires your act of bravado any time you stand up against Leo. No one has ever stood up to Leo the way you did. His domineering presence in and around this correctional facility makes other inmates, including me, sick," the inmate explained passionately."Why then did you decide to take sides with him then?" Romeo asked, trying to make sense of the sudden change in allegiance.The inmate's expression turned sour, a mix of disgust and disappointment evident on his face. "Funny enough, I am