Chapter 19 A Good Show Amidst the Jury's Disarray, the Testing Equipment...
The jury erupted in commotion; the testing equipment had never before produced such a result, with the purity of the blood unknown as it progressed through the testing process.
It's important to understand that in a normal testing situation, you should stand inside the instrument, and it will output the results directly. The number of rotations should be exactly the same, without any step-by-step progression, let alone going from the lowest level to the highest.
But a miracle happened!
The number of male insects is already small, and most of them are grade C or below. Grade B is relatively common, while Grade A is even rarer. Most of them will receive special training and join the cabinet, where they will be personally managed by the President.
His Excellency the President is the supreme leader of the Federation and the only S-class male insect. All male insects consider it an honor to follow him, and now, Murphy has this opportunity as well.
The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, all of them eager onlookers. No one expected that this trial, whose ending could be guessed from the beginning, would have such an unexpected result.
Originally, Clark was the one suppressing the insects, but now the situation has completely reversed, and the advantage has shifted to Murphy's side. This scene, which can be described as a thrilling reversal, has made many low-level male insects feel excited.
The detector cover opened, and Murphy emerged from the machine, rubbing his throbbing temples. Thank goodness the machine stopped automatically at the crucial moment; otherwise, the situation might have been much more difficult to manage.
He had long suspected that Clark would use hierarchy to suppress the insects in court. In fact, there was no need to guess; most disputes among male insects were resolved in this way, with the lower-ranking insects having to submit to the higher-ranking ones.
So before he came, he poured himself a bottle of pheromone disguise agent. He made it along with the pheromone potion. He originally made it only to pass the adult test in a week, but he didn't expect to use it ahead of time.
To his surprise, the pheromone camouflage agent he drank was grade B, but the instrument test showed it as grade A. Fortunately, the deviation was not large; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if it had been too low or too high.
Clark stared intently at the irritating rings of crimson, muttering, "Impossible, impossible, he must have done something..."
Seeing his appearance, Murphy waved to him in a good mood, feigning concern, and said, "What's wrong, Clark? You don't look well. Should I call a doctor?"
"Tell me, what methods did you use?" Clark stood up abruptly as if on cue, abandoning all pretense, and took a step forward, gripping the railing separating him and Murphy tightly, wishing he could tear it open, rush over, grab Murphy by the collar, and demand an explanation.
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that this was indeed the case. Murphy's rank must be fake, otherwise how could an F-rank that even an insect could step on suddenly transform into an A-rank?!
Murphy smiled innocently, "What are you talking about? I don't understand. Wasn't on-site testing what you requested? What did you just say? Ah, on-site testing is more convincing to the insects, right?"
As Murphy spoke, he casually sat back down in the defendant's chair, thoughtfully fumbling with the armrests, then smiled at Clark. Clark reflexively felt a throbbing pain in the wound on his head. Murphy, that madman!
Perhaps it was the terrifying way Murphy walked straight over and grabbed a chair, swinging it at him with his bare hands that made Clark faint immediately, but the feeling lingered in his mind, so much so that he still felt a sharp pain and bleeding on his head for several days later.
Murphy lazily propped his head up with his hand. "Oh dear, are you angry? I'm so sorry, I'm just a little bit taller than you."
Murphy stretched out a hand, gesturing with his thumb and forefinger, his smile quite troubled and embarrassed, but to Clark, this was undoubtedly a provocation.
Clark's anger instantly outweighed his fear. He slammed his fist on the railing and then looked directly at the judge. "Judge, there's definitely something wrong with this machine. I demand that we use a different machine to test it again."
The judge hesitated, "Mr. Clark, this machine was just routinely inspected by the Male Insect Protection Association yesterday, and there is no problem with it."
Clark shouted, "I don't believe it! You can measure an F-grade machine as an A-grade machine. Isn't that enough to prove there's something wrong with this machine?"
The judge sighed, “Well… Mr. Clark, the testing equipment is extremely valuable. Even the Central Court is only equipped with one, and it is inspected and tested every week. Generally speaking, there is absolutely no way there could be a problem.”
But Clark wouldn't listen to any of this. In his view, the judge and the entire court had already sided with A-rank Murphy.
He was furious. He shoved aside the bailiff and walked straight to the testing machine. "Fine, since you all say there's no problem, then I'll try it myself."
Murphy was very pleased with this and even politely gestured for him to proceed.
The judge had no choice but to agree.
Clark gave Murphy a sidelong glance and stormed into the equipment room.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the test results came out quickly. Unlike the gradual upgrades that occurred in Murphy, the results showed five bright circles immediately. The pale red color seemed insignificant in comparison to the bright red color just now.
When Clark came out and saw the result, his face darkened, and he went back inside in disbelief.
The second time I came out, it was the same.
The third time, the fourth time... several times in a row, the test results were all normal, and his face gradually became more and more pale.
Finally, as if venting his anger, he kicked the instrument, making a loud bang. The bailiff next to him looked distressed; this was a precious testing instrument.
Murphy watched his performance quietly, even yawning lazily. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, stretched out his long legs, and said languidly, "Is the test over? I'm in a hurry to get home and have dinner with my queen."
Clark clenched his fists, his body trembling with rage. He was speechless for a moment. He had expected to see Murphy cry and beg for mercy like a defeated dog, but instead, he was the one who lost. How could he not feel humiliated and how could he not be burning with anger?
Murphy sighed regretfully, his soft aria sounding as if he were giving a final curtain call for the play.
"Looks like the show's over."
Murphy turned his gaze to the courtroom. "Judge, I request that Article 36 of the Male Insect Protection Act be enforced and that he be found guilty." He returned Clark's words verbatim.
Murphy pretended to wipe away tears. "Sigh, I'm so pitiful. I can't even walk down the street properly and I get slandered. If I hadn't been lucky enough to accidentally advance to A-level today, I might have already been banished to a garbage planet by this time tomorrow."
Onlookers: Accidentally upgraded to A-level? That was quite an accident.
The judge hesitated for a moment, appearing both eager to agree and somewhat hesitant. "Your Excellency, Lord Clark is, after all, a Class B male insect, extremely important to the Federation. If we were to sentence him to exile..."
The judge's attitude was much better than before. In fact, although he had been paying close attention to Clark, he now barely glanced at him and focused all his attention on Murphy.
His behavior just now must have left a bad impression on this A-level gentleman, so he can only try his best to salvage the impression.
Upon hearing this, Murphy looked quite surprised. "What are you thinking? I am a very generous and kind insect. How could I possibly ask him to be exiled? However, I believe that since he is so proud of his rank, he should certainly make corresponding contributions."
Upon hearing his words, Clark had a bad feeling.
Murphy appeared very kind and generous, smiling as he said, "So the punishment I'm asking for is that Clark supplies me with one bottle of pheromones every week for a year, which the court will sell at the base price. The proceeds will be considered as compensation for my emotional distress."
The courtroom erupted in uproar. The insects in the audience stared in disbelief. Weekly? That's ruthless, far too ruthless. It's worse than exile. Normally, the supply is only one bottle a month. This is going to drain Clark dry!
At the same time, many female insects on the StarNet were overjoyed, as they had gained another channel to purchase high-grade pheromones at the base price. As long as they were quick, it gave them an extra glimmer of hope.
Clark has always looked down on female insects and believed that they were not qualified to use his pheromones, so he has never provided them with any. Now, making him provide a bottle every week for a year is not only a physical torment for him, but also a mental one.
"No!" Clark shouted immediately.
“Judge! I have the Congress behind me! Are you sure you want to offend me?” Clark threatened recklessly.
The judge looked him straight in the eye, ignoring his threat. In his view, A-rank Murphy was more important now, and contributing more was only right. A-rank sir was indeed very kind.
The judge struck the gavel and said calmly, "The parliament cannot interfere with the court; I only recognize fairness."
Having said that, he ignored Clark's anger and said to Murphy in a friendly tone, "Sir, as you wish, I am very sorry that you were almost falsely accused."
Murphy nodded to him, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said, "Thank you for your fairness."
"No! How dare you!"
Even after the judge announced the end of the trial, Clark was still furious and threatening, "You just wait! You must have done something wrong, and I will find out and make sure you go back to where you belong."
Murphy didn't speak, but rubbed his wrist and said in a gentle but polite voice, "I'm so scared."
Then, from an angle where the insects couldn't see, he gave Clark a provocative smile and mouthed, "Come on, I'll beat you every time I see you."
Clark's hands were bulging with veins and turned bright red. He was about to jump over the fence and take down Murphy in a one-on-one fight when the bailiff next to him quickly stopped him.
Murphy waved slowly at him, indicating that they would meet again next time. Soon, all that was left for Clark was a nightmarish silhouette.
"Morpheus!!!" Clark roared in impotent rage.
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Inner area, residential area.
The silver-haired female insect stood by the window, the light and shadow falling on her face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, her violet eyes resembling beautiful glass beads in the sunlight.
"Female Lord..."
Rupert scratched his head. "Doesn't Your Excellency Murphy not have a female lord? I remember those bastards from the Male Insect Protection Association registered you as a female slave, didn't they?"
Atiyah lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Palmer suddenly thought of something and said, "Yesterday I found out that Lord Murphy went to the gene matching center after school. Could it be that..."
Rupert said, "He has a new queen?"
A note from the author:
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Thank you to Sunny Moon Baby and Lychee Baby for the nutrient solution! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]
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