Urban Super Almighty Student

Chapter 130 - Ye Hao's Evidence

The video had already gone viral online, and replaying it in court seemed merely procedural.

Nonetheless, the court adhered to protocol and played the video once more.

By this point, the nation's citizens felt there was no need for a trial.

“Ye Hao, do you have anything to say?” It wasn't just the public who felt the trial was unnecessary; the presiding judge shared the sentiment. The only question now was the length of the sentence.

“This is defamation,” Ye Hao stated calmly.

The courtroom erupted in disbelief.

No one expected that even after the plaintiff presented conclusive evidence, Ye Hao would make such a claim.

“Ye Hao, if you claim this is defamation, you need to present evidence,” the presiding judge intoned gravely.

“May I ask the plaintiff a few questions before I present my evidence?” Ye Hao requested, looking at the judge.

“Certainly.” It was a reasonable request, and the judge saw no grounds to deny it.

“You're set to graduate next year, aren't you?”

Zhang Pei was taken aback.

She couldn't fathom why Ye Hao would ask such a question under these circumstances.

Still, Zhang Pei answered, “Yes.”

“Yet, you will never be able to obtain your diploma smoothly for the rest of your life,” Ye Hao said, looking at Zhang Pei with a hint of sympathy.

His words left everyone baffled.

“I don't know what promises were made to you to set me up, but framing me will land you in prison.”

“Ye Hao,” Zhang Pei snapped, anger flaring.

The national audience was incensed as well.

Some viewers were so outraged they smashed their televisions.

They couldn't grasp why Ye Hao would utter such brazen words at this juncture.

“Ye Hao, watch your language,” the presiding judge warned sternly.

Ye Hao fixed his gaze on Zhang Pei and said, “Do you believe I can make you cry shortly?”

Zhang Pei, observing Ye Hao's assured demeanor, suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. When she noticed Ye Hao's lawyer holding a USB drive, her expression turned to one of alarm.

“I also have a video,” Ye Hao's attorney announced, surveying the crowd. “The contents are quite startling.”

The presiding judge cast a glance at the bailiff.

After the bailiff received the USB drive, he accessed its contents using a computer. A clear video began playing on the large screen in the courtroom.

The footage showed a young man, who had claimed to be a rescaper, forcefully tearing at Zhang Pei's clothes. Seconds later, Ye Hao intervened, kicking the young man aside.

Ye Hao then proceeded to comfort Zhang Pei, who clung to him tightly, repeatedly expressing her fear. This went on for half a minute before Zhang Pei suddenly reached out, gripping Ye Hao as she cried for help.

The next part of the video was identical to the footage previously released by the young man.

The national audience was in shock.

The tables had turned completely.

Ye Hao had been wrongfully accused.

Remembering the girl's earlier display of sorrow and vulnerability, viewers now felt repulsed.

“Her acting skills are impressive!”

“That girl is truly revolting.”

“I always said Ye Hao couldn't have done such a thing.”

“Without this video, Ye Hao would never have been able to clear his name.”

The presiding judge was taken aback.

Without delay, he commanded in a stern voice, “Send this video to the technical department for authenticity verification immediately.”

The bailiff departed with the USB drive.

The judge then turned to Ye Hao with a puzzled look, “If you had this video all along, why didn't you present it sooner?”

“Presenting this video wouldn't have dispelled the suspicions against me,” Ye Hao replied with a smile.

“What do you mean?” the judge inquired, confused.

“The individual who orchestrated this false accusation against me has significant influence,” Ye Hao explained, locking eyes with the judge. “I know exactly who's behind this, but do you have the courage to pursue the truth?”

“If you have evidence, then present it,” the judge responded, clearly displeased.

The case was being broadcast live on national television, and the judge was determined to handle it flawlessly.

Ye Hao glanced at his lawyer, who produced yet another USB drive.

In Glento, Faang Wen was watching the proceedings on TV. He shot to his feet, alarmed by the unfolding events.

Uncertain whether the video implicated him, Faang Wen realized the trial could not proceed. After a brief pause, he decided to inform his father of the situation.

At this point, he was beyond worrying about any potential reprimand from his family.

It was undeniable; the Faang family wielded immense power.

As the courtroom was preparing to show the video, the doors burst open and in walked a high-ranking official.

“Due to classified information pertaining to this case, we will adjourn temporarily.”

The nation's citizens were displeased.

It was clear to everyone that the individual who had Zhang Pei frame Ye Hao was connected to the higher-ups; otherwise, Ye Hao wouldn't have made such a statement without cause.

“Your Honor, will you play the video?” Ye Hao asked, a smile playing on his lips.

The judge hesitated.

The arrival was his direct superior, yet the trial was being live-streamed across the country.

After a brief pause, he decided, “Play the video.”

There was no reason for him not to.

“How dare you?” bellowed the middle-aged man.

Once again, the video lit up the large screen.

Displayed was the refined champion, Faang Wen, visiting Ye Hao in prison.

“Faang Wen.”

“So the puppet master is Faang Wen!”

“Is that this year's champion, Faang Wen?”

“The Faang Wen from the Literary Family?”

“The Faang family of Eylas.”

“Faang Wen's done for now.”

“Ye Hao has really gone too far. By crossing the Faang family, he's spelled disaster for himself.”

The presiding judge was terrified at the unfolding scene.

He now understood why his superior had disregarded protocol to barge in.

The Faang family's influence was formidable; no family in the capital dared cross them.

This was a serious complication!

When the video concluded, Ye Hao surveyed the now-silent journalists and quipped, “You must think I'm signing my own death warrant.”

“Having offended the Literary Family, my days are numbered.”

Ye Hao's words cut through the air.

In essence, he was warning everyone that should any misfortune befall him, the Faang family would be responsible.

“Your Honor, shall we verify the authenticity of this video?”

“Certainly.”

As the court officer was about to take the video away, Ye Hao spoke calmly, “My attorney has made dozens of copies of this video, and several have been authenticated by reputable international organizations. Should this video be deemed a forgery here, those institutions will not stand idly by.”

Ye Hao made this statement as a precautionary measure.

Indeed, had Ye Hao not spoken up, the video would have been dismissed as fabricated.

But now, no one dares to challenge its authenticity.