Chapter 425: Life Is Your Own

"I can contact some friends and put pressure on the judiciary. In terms of news, I will attract attention." Li Zitao decisively chose to stand by him.

"Thank you, Charlie, and Connie's family will thank you too." Komisky said and hung up the phone. He now needed to comfort Connie's family.

He is only 23 years old, and his life should have been wonderful, but now he is lying in the cold morgue, waiting to be buried after the case is over.

Life, sometimes is too fragile.

"Honey, are you all right?" Mary asked, coming to the bar and putting her arm around his shoulder.

"No, nothing." Killing people was no stranger to him.

But an innocent life, a young man with a bright future, lost his life because of such a thing, it still makes people feel depressed.

Back in the room, Li Zitao asked for the number from the secretary's office and dialed the numbers of the Governor and the State Attorney General.

Hearing what he said, the two expressed that they would pay attention to this matter.

The old alcoholic who threw the baseball, his identity, past, motives, and previous criminal records also appeared in the newspapers.

Alcoholism, gambling, theft, burglary, and more.

He has formed a family, has a wife and two sons, but divorced very early.

According to his own statement, the motivation for doing this was because he lost a large sum of money, $500, in that game.

That was a lot of money 12 years ago, enough to buy a house.

He believed in the White Sox, in the Chicago heroes who would lead them to victory, and when they lost, so did he.

Now he is impoverished and can only rely on picking up rubbish and grabbing food with the "wild dogs" wandering on the street. He blames all this on the loss.

Because of the continuous coverage of the news, this matter has also aroused discussion among citizens.

Whether it is reasonable to prosecute with first-degree intentional murder has caused a new round of debate.

It's just that the people don't know that there are other forces at work here. From the first day of the trial, all the evidence is against him.

His former neighbors said he was a hot-tempered man with serious tendencies towards danger, and had seen him hack down roadside dogs with an ax just for fun.

The evaluation of him by his colleagues is very dangerous. No one dares to provoke him, because he will always say, "I will break your neck."

Records of fighting at a bar, beating victims during a robbery, and carrying a baseball to a stadium suggest premeditation.

He threw the ball with great accuracy, aiming for the back of Connie's head.

With all kinds of evidence, even the lawyer who provided him with free services out of humanitarianism didn't know how to speak.

"This is slander, it's slander, I didn't want to kill him..." His roar in court did not achieve any effect.

Instead, the jury decided that he was, as the evidence showed, possessed a strong tendency to violence and was extremely harmful to society.

In the end, the jury passed his trial with one abstention.

The crime of first-degree intentional homicide was established, and its execution method was death by injection.

The case did not drag on for too long, but when the verdict came down, Li Zitao had already returned to his home in Los Angeles.

"Charlie, thank you for your help," Commiskey said on the phone.

"He deserved what he deserved. The evidence made people realize what kind of person he is." Li Zitao left the sofa and went to the window and said.

"Yes, he deserved it, and Connie's family would like to thank you..." Komisky handed the phone to a woman.

On the phone, the woman choked up and thanked him countless times, and Connie's brother and sister also expressed their gratitude to him.

Half an hour later, Li Zitao finally hung up the phone, feeling a little satisfied in his heart. It has to be said that the taste of being a good person is somewhat addictive.

In fact, he didn't do much, but just let all the evidence that should be presented be presented in court in a timely manner.

"Charlie, come on,

It's your turn. "Norma, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, stood up and shouted bouncingly.

"Here we come." Li Zitao returned to his seat, with Mary and the three little guys beside him.

They were playing a card game, Monopoly, one of Playboy's new card games.

The newspapers and periodicals about Playboy are still casting, they want the most amazing face that the world will remember immediately, and they want to surprise the world.

The girls who appear in the magazine have to be high-end, unattainable, angels and devils.

It is a combination that makes every man's blood spurt, not a coquettish bitch on the street.

But the reputation of bunny girls is spreading rapidly through Las Vegas, and any guest who has been to Paramount will never forget their playmates.

And it was the poker game they were playing that first introduced the public to Playboy.

The price of such a game is 8-20 cents, which is very cheap.

But the games inside are full of fun, suitable for all ages, and can increase the time spent between children and their parents, making the family get along harmoniously and more interesting.

Therefore, Playboy instantly became popular.

But most people are thinking of it as a game company, and people wonder why it has such a name.

"Charlie, why is it called Playboy?" Eric asked curiously, throwing the sieve.

"Uh..." Looking at his wife, Li Zitao said helplessly, "Because it not only provides games for children, but also provides some games for adults."

"For example?" Norma happily bought a piece of land, waiting for a new round of harvest.

Mary covered her mouth and snickered, Li Zitao said helplessly, "Some luxury goods, yachts, watches, custom fashion, private jets..."

There are also women, Li Zitao selectively ignores this sentence.

"Cool, can I order a copy when it's published?" Eric looked up, looking at him with some excitement.

"No, those are not what you should pay attention to. You should think about how to get an A." Li Zitao refused without hesitation.

"Because the teacher doesn't like me." Eric shrugged and said indifferently.

"Leave them alone, you have to make them impeccable, there is no fairness in this world." Li Zitao said and held out his hand to Fia, "You forgot to pay the toll."

"I know, you said, I will do it." Eric nodded and said with a bright smile.

He doesn't care about this kind of thing anymore, he really doesn't care anymore, because here, he has gained family and love.

It happened to Charlie, too, and his attitude affected Eric.

Why care about the eyes of irrelevant people, they can't do anything to us, life is our own, don't worry about what they say.

If someone discriminates against you, insults you, or satirizes you because of the color of your skin, then you should stand in front of him, point your finger and tell him: "Fuck you bastard."