Some were ushered in, some were lucky enough to leave, some were arguing loudly, swearing and swearing, some knocked up tables and knocked on stools, "I'm Charlie. A pro bono lawyer in Corrente, I want to see my client."

The male police officer put down the newspaper, looked up at Lumian, and was intimidated by his generous and confident attitude. He pointed to the notebook and absorbent pen in front of him and said, "Show your lawyer's license and register your name and visits."

What, show your license? The fake lawyer Lumian was taken aback.