"It's not that serious." The defendant's lawyer smiled. "This is just an ordinary workplace injury case. Let's not make things more complicated."
"Yes, you're already used to not treating people as people." Hobart said. "You think this workplace injury case should be handled this way. That's the saddest part."
The defendant's lawyer waved a hand. "All right, let's talk about something practical.
"Even if you intend to sue Mr. Arnold for intentional assault, your chances of winning are very low. You might as well settle it like this.
"How about 200 pounds? That already far exceeds Mr. Arnold's obligations."
Hobart shook his head. "1,000 pounds."
The defendant's lawyer's face turned livid. "That demand will make it impossible for us to continue negotiating."
"All right, goodbye." Hobart opened the carriage door and helped Bob out.
Beck, who had remained silent the whole time, said sinisterly, "Mr. Arnold will use all his connections to make you lose the case! Don't even think about getting a single penny!"
Hobart smiled. "Why do I get the feeling that you're afraid? Why do your words sound so lacking in confidence?"
Beck snorted coldly and shut the carriage door without saying anything. The coachman cracked his whip, and the carriage slowly departed.
Bob, picking up his "cane," suddenly said, "Mr. Hobart, even if you had accepted their offer just now, I wouldn't have blamed you."
Hobart smiled as he waved down a rental carriage. "People should always have some aspirations."
After arriving at the Obsidian Bar in the North District, Hobart had Bob wait outside. He went in, ordered a beer, and tipped the bartender, asking him to invite Ms. Daly over.
This place was very close to Blackthorn Security Company. More than ten minutes later, Daly arrived. "We've been meeting rather frequently. Is this your