Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

Tomorrow is the court date for the case involving the large-scale conflict in the refugee camp, so Zhou Hong has been working overtime to prepare for the court hearing.

Once again, everyone was in the "meeting room" of Kodim's residence, sipping fragrant tea and enjoying various refreshments, discussing issues, or reviewing files.

"Clara, what's wrong?" Zhou Hong asked as he approached Clara, who seemed lost in thought.

Clara was distracted; she had just answered a few phone calls and was sitting in the corner, lost in thought.

Clara bit her red lips, knowing there was no way to hide it anymore. "My aunt, you must know, Judge Shirley called to ask you to meet her. The last call, she said if you didn't go, she would come over? She knows about this place..."

"Huh?" Zhou Hong was taken aback.

"My aunt seems to have been drinking. Every time she drinks too much, she becomes different..." Clara said helplessly. "Fortunately, she doesn't drink too much often..."

Zhou Hong was speechless. A renowned international judge? Drunk and acting crazy?

It wouldn't be surprising if Judge Shirley really liked her niece and wanted to meet with her.

There seems to be a rumor circulating that Clara is now living with him.

If Judge Shirley liked this niece, it would be normal for her to ask to talk to him, but it was strange for her to come to his place late at night. It turned out she was drunk.

"Ask where your aunt is, I'll go see her." There's no point in letting an elder get drunk and wander around aimlessly.

"Ah? Boss, I'm sorry..." Clara looked frustrated and helpless for the first time, feeling that her aunt had embarrassed her.

As an adult, few relatives in the West would care about such things; it was as if she were being belittled into a child.

"I'm worried about her driving after drinking too much..." Clara took out her phone and dialed a number, raising her voice after a few words: "You're driving out? Oh? On May 20th Avenue, almost at the monument?"

"Tell your aunt that there's a small internet cafe over there. I'm walking that way. Tell her to park the car and wait there."

Zhou Hong could hear Aunt Clara's voice on the microphone; she sounded completely drunk, honking the horn frantically, like a madwoman.

"Let's go, let's hurry over there!"

……

Xiao Qi Internet Cafe, not far from Fu Lai Hotel, is a joint venture between Xiao Qi, a young man from Northeast China, and his fellow villagers.

They originally worked in some of the earliest Chinese-owned shops, such as "Happy Restaurant." The distorted foreign economic model here seemed like gold everywhere. Back in China, Xiao Qi and his friends liked to play games in internet cafes, so they started their own internet cafe together. However, of the three partners, the other two were still working, while Xiao Qi was the one running the internet cafe.

The internet cafe is about 20 square meters, with eight LCD computers, which is a pretty good configuration.

Because of the low price (compared to $9 an hour at Australian internet cafes), it only costs $5 an hour, and even cheaper for overnight stays, so the internet cafe does good business.

Zhou Hong had been here once before, but this time he was still far away when he heard the loudspeaker blaring.

At this time of day, there were no streetlights in the area, and even residential areas were without electricity. Apart from a few hotels that generated their own electricity, the rest of the area was pitch black, making the sound of car horns even more piercing.

Xiao Qi Internet Cafe has a generator, so although the price of internet access is high, its costs are also quite high.

But today, the usually brightly lit Xiao Qi Internet Cafe, where many people stay up all night, was dark. Instead, a small Japanese sedan was parked in front of the internet cafe, its headlights illuminating the cafe. Around the sedan, a group of people were walking towards it, looking fierce and menacing, many of them carrying equipment.

Huh? Zhou Hong also suddenly noticed that in front of the internet cafe, Xiao Qi, covered in blood, was curled up on the ground, clutching his head. Several people who had beaten him were now also attracted by the headlights of the car and walked toward the car while cursing.

The Land Rover screeched to a halt next to the Nissan sedan. Zhou Hong quickly got out of the car. Before the thugs could react, Zhou Hong was already beside Xiao Qi, helping him up. Seeing that he only had a head injury and seemed to be alright, he was relieved.

"What happened?" Zhou Hong asked.

Xiao Qi was terrified and started babbling incoherently.

Zhou Hong took out his phone and dialed the ambulance and the police.

Actually, I roughly understand that it was Bankasula Boxing Gym. Some of them have degenerated into criminal organizations and their behavior is becoming increasingly outrageous. Xiao Qi once said that a boxing gym came to him to collect protection money, but he naturally ignored it because there was no such thing before.

Looking at these thugs, there are a few people wearing boxing gym uniforms who seem to be the leaders, while the rest are just street thugs and petty criminals.

The car horn stopped; Clara got in and stopped her aunt.

These people also gathered around Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong pulled out his prosecutor's badge. "Get out of here!"

The Indonesian boxers, dressed in training uniforms, exchanged glances.

They also noticed the car this guy was driving; it also had a UN license plate. The Nissan also had a UN license plate, otherwise, instead of honking the horn and turning on the headlights to expose their ongoing beating, they would have already gone over and smashed the car.

Zhou Hong ignored them and helped Xiao Qi toward the Land Rover. Although he missed it, he knew that Aunt Clara had saved Xiao Qi, otherwise Xiao Qi might have been beaten to death.

Xiao Qi was terrified. He had been beaten until his head was bleeding and he seemed to faint from the sight of blood. Now that he had been rescued by his compatriots, he felt relieved and actually fainted.

Although he collapsed, Zhou Hong did not move. He still helped him to the Land Rover as usual, found the first-aid kit to give him a simple first aid and bandage, then helped him into the back seat of the Land Rover. After observing him for a few moments, he got out of the car.

The people from Bankasula Boxing Gym haven't left yet. The training uniforms of the leading boxers have scorpion emblems, so they'd be easy to find even if they left. It's even easier now that they're still here.

The people from the boxing gym stepped back a distance, clearly observing the situation; the leader was also on the phone.

Zhou Hong opened the back door of the Nissan sedan and got in, then paused in surprise.

Because the car's headlights were on and the interior lights were off, ordinary people couldn't see inside from the outside. Zhou Hong didn't pay much attention to the car either. When he got in, he saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a black judge's robe looking at him with an air of authority from the driver's seat.

Needless to say, just by looking at Clara in the passenger seat, who looks like a docile little lamb, you can tell it's Judge Shirley.

He is an international judge of the Special Chamber for Serious Crimes (SPSC), which hears serious human rights violations, including crimes against humanity and war crimes, during the 1999 East Timor crisis.

Seven former Indonesian officials have been indicted, including former Indonesian Defense Minister and Armed Forces Commander-in-Chief General Wiranto.

"You're Hong?" Shirley looked at Zhou Hong coldly.

Zhou Hong coughed. Is this the time to talk about these things?

"Aunt Shirley, I really did it voluntarily!" Clara whispered from the side.

In English, there isn't a strict distinction between male and female ancestors. "Auntie" is a word, but the system's ingenious translation meant "aunt" in Zhou Hong's mind.

Zhou Hong glared at her speechlessly. She was talking as if there was really something between them.

Shirley snorted: "You playboy. I promised Clara I wouldn't complain about you because she was also at fault. However, there's a vacancy in the local court for your case tomorrow, so I'll represent you."

Zhou Hong looked at her speechlessly.

The Dili District Court now has 5 courts and 10 judges, all of whom are local judges.

Cases prosecuted by international prosecutors rarely result in defeat, which is why it's said that Punam, this Indian guy, really made a serious mistake.

Shirley served as one of the leading judges in the special court, acting as the deputy judge in the district court.

It's obvious they're targeting each other; they volunteered for it.

In fact, judges in Europe and America are usually very individualistic, unlike Chinese judges who all wear masks and behave extremely rigorously.

Some judges in Europe and America will indeed target prosecutors and lawyers they dislike.

Of course, it's not about bending the law for personal gain, but within the rules. It's about favoring the other side. If the case itself isn't solid, then it could really ruin the other side.

For example, if you sign more than a dozen plea agreements, and they reject a few of them and ask you to provide additional evidence, there's nothing you can do about it.

If the plea agreement is deemed unfair to the defendant, the defendant may demand even better terms for plea, or refuse to plead guilty.

Is this some kind of backstabbing? Why insist on representing someone in a local court? And the court they're representing is even scheduling its own case.

Otherwise, she and the Supreme Court Justice were from completely different worlds, and she wouldn't be able to control herself.

They are all elites from their respective countries, and they are judges and prosecutors from different countries, responsible for different areas. Many things are protected by their own country's rules.

Just like that Indian guy, he probably knew Clara was his niece, but he still harassed her anyway.

Of course, it's hard to fathom the thought process of a country where even lizards suffer.

Otherwise, the niece of an authoritative international judge would certainly have many concerns and would avoid provoking her if possible.

Hmm? Zhou Hong's gaze sharpened. This Judge Shirley seems... seems...

It looked like he was completely naked, with only a judge's robe covering him?

I was drunk and about to sleep naked when I suddenly remembered the young prosecutor who had my niece all smitten. In my drunken state, I got angry and just grabbed a judge's robe to wear before driving off.

Beneath the black judge's robes, the graceful curves of this dignified judge's body seemed to be subtly revealed.

"What are you looking at?!" Noticing Zhou Hong's gaze, Judge Shirley's blue eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Auntie, you, you should go home..." Clara whispered, urging her.

"You shut up too, I..." Judge Shirley was about to reprimand her niece when she pointed at Clara: "Look at you..."

Suddenly startled, I raised my hand and realized that the space beneath me was empty and cool.

As Zhou Hong stared in disbelief at her turning to Clara, her judge's robes drooped, subtly revealing a deep, snow-white cleavage...

He turned around quickly, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

At this moment, the people from the martial arts school slowly gathered around again.

Ambulances here are notoriously slow, and the patrol officers haven't arrived yet, which is unusual.

Upon catching a glimpse of the smug smiles on the faces of the leading boxers in their training uniforms, Zhou Hong immediately understood.

When they started causing trouble for Xiao Qi's internet cafe, they naturally received protection from the patrolling police officers.

In this area, night patrols should have been completely handed over to local police officers.

The police force is now being gradually handed over to the East Timorese government.

The number of peacekeeping police officers in the support mission is almost half that of last year.

Inside the car, Judge Shirley, whose face had been cold and aloof, was startled as she watched Zhou Hong being approached by dozens of thugs. She honked the horn a few times, but Zhou Hong instead went to meet them. She frowned and said, "Is this guy an idiot? Was he spoiled rotten by his parents in his own country? Is he just going to get himself killed?!"

She reached into the glove compartment and opened it. Inside was a pistol, which she had never used. Reluctantly, she took it out. "I was against withdrawing peacekeeping forces so quickly. These corrupt cops deserve to die!"

"Our boss, he seems to be pretty good at fighting..." Clara had seen the "boss's" Chinese kung fu before; he had almost kicked a big, fleshy man to death with one kick. However, there were too many of them this time, and she had already dialed the police several times. When she dialed again, it was busy; she didn't know if the phone line had been disconnected.

"I've called the special operations team, they'll be here soon, but this idiot..." Shirley released the safety on her pistol, preparing to rush out and fire a warning shot into the air to scare the thugs. This idiot clearly didn't know how to stall for time, and it looked like he was about to be swarmed and beaten up.

But at that moment, a strange change occurred. Suddenly, an Indonesian boxer shouted, and the boxing gym members rushed forward. Several people closest to Zhou Hong were sent flying backward, followed by screams of agony. A figure moved like a ghost, and the boxing gym members were thrown about. No one was a match for that figure. As soon as they made contact, their wrists were twisted and broken, or their knees were kicked and shattered. They all fell to the ground, screaming and rolling around.

Before those behind could react, those in front had already fallen to the ground in disarray. Those behind, propelled by inertia, rushed to the terrifying figure, then collapsed in excruciating pain, screaming in agony.

Judge Shirley froze as she was about to open the car door, staring in disbelief at the scene before her.

After a brief moment of shock, Clara immediately cheered. After all, she had witnessed the "boss's" astonishing actions and had developed a certain psychological immunity.

Instantly, the ground was covered in wounded people. The whole incident probably took less than a minute. Zhou Hong had already turned around and knocked on the car window: "Clara, you drive for your aunt. I'll take Xiao Qi to the hospital first. You follow my car, and then I'll follow your car to take your aunt home." He paused for a moment, then added, "It seems that's not necessary. You guys wait a bit, the police are here. I'll take Xiao Qi to the hospital first. Clara, you take care of the rest."

After Zhou Hong drove away, he heard the sound of police sirens approaching from afar. It was the special operations team that Judge Shirley had called, which is a special security force composed of organized Australian armed police officers.

"Does this guy have exceptionally sharp hearing?" Judge Shirley mused.

"No, no way..." Clara froze, especially thinking about how sometimes before going to sleep at night she would imagine her blanket as "the boss" and all sorts of other things...

Someone tapped me on the head, and I saw my aunt glaring at me: "What are you thinking about? Get out of the car and contact the police. How can I get out like this?!"

……

Sitting on a bench against the wall in the hospital, Zhou Hong waited for Xiao Qi's diagnosis results.

Thinking to himself, "Primary Physical Fitness" seems to be much better than "Physical Enlightenment".

I just took down more than twenty thugs in one go, and it didn't even take two minutes.

Am I not a superhero myself?

It's a pity. Zhou Hong looked at the physique experience bar, which read "21/10000". To upgrade to "intermediate physique", it was impossible to do it through fitness alone. It takes more than 9000 24-hour periods to get 1 experience point. Even if you exercise day and night, it would still take more than 9,000 days, which is more than 20 years, almost 30 years.

Even if he followed that weird quick-fix method, he would still need to harm nearly 100 girls. Isn't that crazy?

In particular, I have a feeling that as my standards have become higher, the emotional value that actually conquering girls brings me is not as good as before. Not every girl can make me feel emotionally satisfied.

Take Clara for example. She does have a hot body and is extremely beautiful, but I feel that even if I were to have sex with her, the emotional value I would gain would be minimal.

He was also worried that Clara would develop feelings for him, and he would feel awkward and guilty if he didn't reciprocate.

It seems like it would be better to actually go find an Australian supermodel and vent without any restraint, which would bring more emotional value.

"Ding!" A voice from the depths of the soul.

"Physical Experience Point Absorption and Replenishment Rules: The Heping Messenger conforms to the laws of biological reproduction. For each successful reproduction, the Heping Messenger will gain 100 Physical Experience Points and 1 Technology Point."

Does this mean that you get 100 experience points for each child you have?

Ah, you know what, if a girl is really willing to have children for him, it's quite fulfilling and emotionally valuable.

After all, it's just a biological instinct.

However, what exactly is a technology point? This is a newly introduced numerical unit in the system, and I have absolutely no idea what it is.

"Ding! Reproduction rule: The emotional value of the opposite sex has reached 100%. Reproduction successful. The reproductive body will be temporarily stored and will be exchanged by the Heping Messenger for birth in this world later."

Huh? What does that mean?

As for "Mother," you need to make her especially happy, and you know that.

But if you make them really happy, they'll reproduce successfully right away?

After pondering it, Zhou Hong understood that this meant that when she became pregnant was up to her, and how she would redeem the gift was also up to her. Thus, his female companion only became pregnant in the real world.

However, according to the system's judgment, you don't necessarily have to become pregnant; you can actually receive a reward even if you successfully conceive.

That's true. If I really had to create a bunch of pregnant women to give a reward, it would be too much trouble. How would I have time to "heeping" the world?