"Larry, quiet, quiet" Edward was sweating. Since he served as Larry's legal counsel, the first thing he did was to clean up the accumulated cases and sort out his criminal record...

How to say, regular customers who contempt court, such as paying fines with a cent coin, being scolded by the judge, throwing coins in court, and shouting to pee in the middle of the trial, or a group of "professional" women to watch. When the plaintiff's side (don't expect Larry to be the plaintiff, he will be the concreteness of the defendant in his life), they tore off their disguise and revealing a ferocious... Three-point dance - this thing can indeed be described as ferocious when it appears in a serious court.

For this reason, Edward gave him many vaccinations, and even threatened that if he did not abide by the rules, he would resign himself!

Don’t say that this is very effective. Larry Flint is not very educated and crazy, but is extremely smart. If most of the time he hired Edward was out of madness and fun, but when he saw that Edward tortured just one infringement, he immediately understood how much his investment was calculated.

So I immediately patted my chest and promised that I would definitely abide by the law and never do anything in court. "Ed, to ensure my promise, you see, I even wear socks..."

This is his self-praise this morning, and Edward naively thought that this boss would have a day to turn back... After all, the picture is like this!

Kamazepine immediately spoke: "Mr. Flint, please keep quiet. Ed has controlled the situation. In this case, we don't need to anger the judge..."

Normal people will definitely shut up when they hear this, but how can Larry Flint use the word normal people to describe it?

The country bumpkin Larry and the normal people are simply mutually exclusive.

“So, if things are not good for us, I can do it all…?”

Edward looked at him sideways and found that Kamaxiping's already short body became more hunched, and the reflection on his head became stronger. Obviously it was sweat... A cultured hooligan met a non-cultural hooligan - the former was defeated miserably.

Fortunately, Larry Flint was in good shape today, and he finally calmed down after being spoken by Edward.

Judge Woodford, who was sitting in the middle, shook his head helplessly, whispered with his two colleagues for a few words, and announced: "Add for 15 minutes..."

According to court rules, when a judge speaks this, they will immediately get up, leave the judge's special passage behind the bench, and enter the judge's lounge. This process is usually only one or two minutes, after all, only a few steps.

Normally, other court personnel can also get up at this time, but keep it as quiet as possible. The court is a quiet place, and secondly, it is a respect for the judges. Only when they completely disappear in this room will everyone amplify their voices and talk properly.

"That's great, I just want to pee"

Three judges who came out one after another were shocked at the same time. Edward could even see Judge Mansfield walking at the end trying to control himself and not turn around. The old white man's erectile neck was instantly red. Edward wondered if he wanted to persuade him to lozen nifedipine or musk heart pills under his tongue, otherwise it would be troublesome if something happened.

"Hey, why don't you talk? The judge said he was adjourned. I wasn't considered a foul just now..."

The three judges seemed to have been released from the acceleration technique and fled from the court at a nearly explosive (non-typo).

"Larry..." Edward originally stood up and moved his legs and blood, but now he collapsed directly in the defense seat.

"Well, I swear, I won't talk anymore..."

"I don't know if I should believe you..." Edward had no second expression except for a bitter smile. After all, he was the father of the financial boss and had a very good attitude towards admitting guilt.

I just don’t know if Mr. Larry will come up with any new tricks in the second half.

"Let's go, go to the bathroom together..." Larry yelled in for a loud voice, as if he was back in childhood.

Edward and Carmazepine closed their eyes in pain. At least they were dead in society at the moment. In front of dozens of attendants and juries, they died completely.

"You?" Larry suddenly changed his tone.

Edward opened his eyes and saw two standing in front of him.

They all wore sunglasses and looked like they were thirty or forty.

It is early autumn and the weather is already a little cold. The person on the right is wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a fancy Holi painted on it, similar to the enlarged mucosa of the large intestine, which makes people feel heartbroken. But Edward knew that this was a work of art and should be the work of the late famous painter Jackson Pollack. It is quite interesting. Famous painters usually have a deceased as an attribution in front of them, as if they can't be famous if they don't die.

This guy also had a fancy chain hanging around his neck, with pearls, sapphires and lapis lazuli. His jeans on his lower body were loose, he wore big yellow shoes, and he had a bunch of rings on his hands. He felt that he could release magic from it at any time.

The one on the left looks much more pleasing. The plaid shirt with a different collar and khaki pants are the standard equipment for the middle class at present. This guy took off his sunglasses.

"Hugh?" Edward said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm going to come! Let me introduce it, this is Bob...hey, take off your sunglasses..." said Hug Hefner

"Bob?" Edward was stunned. The name was quite strange.

Bob himself seemed very squeamish, but eventually took off his glasses. He stared at Larry Flint blankly, as if he was about to eat him.

"fxxk, Gunejo, why are you bastard? By the way, let me observe you carefully. After all, I am the famous Gunejo observer."

"Larry, Larry..." Edward grabbed Larry Flint, who was eager to get close to Gunejo, and Gunejo had already hid behind Hefner.

"I have no malice. When did you Italians become so brave? Oh, right, because I'm not a girl, right?"

"Larry, you're simply a trash talk genius" Edward exclaimed sincerely.

"Okay, two, Larry, a little over-energy. You know, the case is progressing well today..." Edward tried hard to pull the conversation to the point of being formal.

The first gathering of the three porn giants was in the court of the Second Circuit of the Federal Circuit, which seemed very strange, but it seemed normal to think about it carefully. After all, the lawsuits combined between these three guys are enough to waste a smaller court.

Edward continued to ask, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't you come?" Hefner whispered.

They had already attracted a lot of attention. After the two of them took off their sunglasses, they were immediately recognized. They were reporters sitting in the reporter's seat.

Cough, as for why the press who specializes in law met these two porn industry giants, Cough, it seems that it is not difficult to understand.

This also shows their influence.

"God, is it the Yalta conference in the porn industry today?" A reporter sighed

"No, this is a meeting of the Roman Elderly Association, and the three giants are all together..." Another reporter retorted.

"Dear, thank you for your support" Edward's muscles twitched on his face, "but it's better not to use the name of Big Three, because it makes me feel unlucky."

These words caused laughter.

Crassus' head was made into a golden model, Pompei's body and head were different, and Caesar...

"God, I don't want to be Caesar. I don't like salad..."

Everyone's tacit choices ignore this person and his words.

Seeing that the reporters were all over, Hughefner said: "Everyone, if the trial is over, Bob and I can accept a few interviews in a quiet place outside the court. Obviously, it is not possible here. We must respect the dignity of the law. After all, under the protection of the law, there is room for us to survive... Isn't it?"

Hearing this, the reporters did not return to their seats, but ran out immediately, obviously calling their employer and asking for additional personnel to be sent.

Today's scene can be recorded in history no matter how you say it. Before that, three giants that combined account for 80% of the porn market in the United States have never appeared in the same scene.

Not to mention that Gunejo could not be in the same frame with Larry Flint, even with Hefner, this is a must-have reserve for an artist (human body).

Seeing everyone leaving, Hefner smiled and said, "How about it, we are still helping today."

Edward was stunned at first, then suddenly realized: "That's great! Thank you so much..."

Only then did I remember that I hadn't shake hands with the other party yet.

Obviously, these two bigwigs also realized the crisis.

As the Supreme Court tightens its determination of pornography, their business will become more and more troublesome, and the probability of a lawsuit will be greatly increased.

If Larry Flint is really convicted, it is likely to be a sign of the shift in the entire judicial world.

At this time, if they don't support themselves, then once the trend really turns around, Gunejo and Hefner can't escape.

The three are really grasshoppers now. They can find ways to fight against the government. The government itself only holds administrative power. Gunecho and Hefner both have many lawyers, and they give enough money. Whenever the federal government or state government wants to sue two people or their industries, these lawsuits can always turn big things into small things from various angles.

To put it bluntly, take advantage of the law.

But now the Supreme Court, which represents judicial power, turns to the right collectively, which means that the passage they originally relied on for living was blocked halfway by cement.

It must be time to consider self-rescue.

Hefner convinced Gunejo to attend the trial, which was a silent declaration in itself. Three pornographic giants gathered together, or to put it another way, the three media giants stood in the country for the first time to show their unity to the whole country. For the United States, the empire built on media, it can be said to be a protest and a threat.

So far, the three media groups are still relatively cautious about politics - except for Larry Flint's, the monthly chrysanthemum column.

But this kind of prudence is also a sign of waiting for a price. They were just disdained to sell it before, but now they feel threatened and they are about to move.

Think about it, if the three families support someone together, it may not be able to help others succeed, but it would be too convenient to have bad things.

Larry Flint seemed to be normal suddenly and started to join the conversation, which made Hefner and Gunejo feel that the world has finally returned to normal.

There is nothing much to say in the threesomes. In addition, the other two appeared in court, which was enough to illustrate the problem. Being too close to Larry Flint would easily add to the slightest. After a few greetings, the two said goodbye and returned to their seats.

Larry Flint jumped out and ran out - he wanted to pee, and he was still slapped with the audience along the way.

"The job that suits this guy is probably the Boy Scout coach. How naive and lively it is, it is impossible to tell that he is a pornographic magazine." Edward gritted his teeth.

"You are thinking too much. He gives money generously, doesn't pick on faults, and is obedient. Where can you find such a good boss?"

"Yes, for the sake of money..."

After a while, the second half of the trial began.

Abner was originally beaten by Edward's sharp left hook, but he was relieved by such a fuss.

Prosecutor Abner: "In this way, the driver himself did not follow the prescribed route. We cannot use one error to cover up another error! According to normal circumstances, this bus should pass through New Jersey."

Stubborn.

But Edward was too lazy to talk to him. As a Yale native, Ruthberg's most respected disciple, he never took chances when handling cases and prepared for the court documents with an almost harsh attitude. He had long been confident about this.

Edward: "I went to the long-distance bus company before the trial. Please allow the judge to let me show the evidence."

Judge Woodford: "Please"

Carmazepine held a stack of copies and distributed them to the jury and three judges one by one, of course there were also those on the plaintiffs.

Edward: "This is the management manual of a long-distance bus company. It clearly stipulates that if an unexpected congestion and emergencies occur, the driver has the right to temporarily change the driving road, but the premise is that all stations that should stop. In fact, this rule is not set by the car company, but the meaning of the Interstate Business Administration Commission, which can increase the efficiency of road traffic. I deeply agree with this. Federal government agencies also have times to do good things, instead of jumping around and showing off their presence all day long."

Judge Woodford: "Mr. Edward, your last sentence is redundant. Please be careful, don't do this next time."

Edward: "I understand your priest"

Edward: "I'll showdown completely. In fact, this is the starting point for my client to defend innocence. Since the prosecution could not provide specific shifts, it only provided the date. I want to admit frankly that the bus carrying the copy of "Belinda" is likely to have not diverted, but passed through New Jersey to Buffalo according to the original route. Because I had checked the weather information, there was no disastrous weather on the day. At the same time, I also found the police department records, proving that there were no serious traffic accidents on the road that day. Yes, I seem to be more a prosecutor at this moment, because I do the prosecutor's work!"

Edward said coldly.

This time, the three judges did not stop. Even the judge of Mansfield, who had shown obvious hostility to Edward, showed a rare look of respect on his face. The little guy in front of him was not old, but he was indeed a natural lawyer. Not only could he speak eloquently, but the most important thing was that he was too meticulous in capturing the details of the case. His meticulous logical thinking and impeccable on-site investigation completely blocked the prosecutor's offensive line.

This kind of skill in judging details is a necessary quality for becoming a top lawyer. The facts are there, and everyone can interpret it beneficial to their side from various angles, but how to find more details and clues from the incident is completely impossible to take advantage of. It can only rely on will and professional ethics to support it. Those who can do this well are all the people.

Moreover, as a lawyer, Edward has no reason to stick to it. This practice of almost spreading all the cards and playing cards is extremely rare. Once there are only two situations. First, this is a rookie, Edward is obviously not, and secondly, completely despised!

Edward "But even so, the prosecution still cannot prove that the driver of the key shuttle bus did not detour! This is a mystery! It is a mystery that cannot be solved!"
Chapter completed!