Soft or Hard?

Late at night.

Medical Center.

Office.

Adam and Kate, still fully clothed, went over the case.

"Mr. Deckard Shaw."

As Adam fiddled with the material of his bulletproof vest, he called Owen's ruthless older brother.

"Yes?"

Bald Deck had not gone to sleep either.

"One of the high school students died despite resuscitation efforts."

Adam said, "We did everything we could."

"That isn't the news I wanted to hear."

Bald Deck said flatly over the phone, "I wanted them all alive, so they could keep being afraid."

"Reality doesn't always go the way you want."

Adam said calmly, "So, are we good now? You won't drag innocent people into this, right?"

"You're very confident."

Bald Deck said.

"What else can I do if I'm not?"

Adam said blandly. "Are doctors like us, who heal and save people, supposed to spend every day worrying about retaliation from criminals like you and be unable to work in peace?

Don't forget, criminals are people too. And compared with ordinary people, you get hurt at the drop of a hat, so you need medical personnel even more.

So I hope you won't keep threatening and taking your anger out on medical staff.

Let us do what we're supposed to do.

Otherwise, one day, when you need medical treatment, you'll regret what you're doing now."

"I'm not a criminal."

Bald Deck retorted, "There's no shortage of people in this world."

"Heh."

Adam sneered. "Unless they're completely anti-human psychopaths, even the most vicious criminals have their own internal logic. They all think they have reasons for committing crimes, and some even think they aren't criminals.

But unfortunately, actions matter, not intentions.

No matter who you are, what status you hold, or what motives you have, what you did was a crime!"

Given the cruel things those