Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Shit!"

On the street, Gary watched as Link’s car drove away and kicked a metal trash can on the curb, causing a few water bottles to jump out.

To blend into the building, he had spent two hundred pounds on a delivery person’s outfit, but just after he entered, Link left with his bodyguards. All that effort for nothing.

"Damn, I ran up and down over twenty floors of stairs, I’m exhausted. Bernard, do we continue following them?"

Charlotte came over with a tool bag on her back, her face sweaty and her expression annoyed.

Gary adjusted his glasses and sighed softly, unsure of what to do.

Entertainment journalists are somewhat like gold miners; whether they strike it rich often depends on luck.

Like his boss Joseph, who was just a minor journalist over a decade ago.

Once, bored after work, he was walking along the Thames and just happened to encounter Princess Diana and her lover meeting on Waterloo Bridge. With a gentle press of his camera shutter, he won a prize of fifty thousand pounds, and now he’s the editor of the entertainment section.

Gary didn’t want to remain a minor journalist. He aimed for a promotion and a raise, to be a cut above the rest, and the scandal between Link and Emma was a perfect opportunity.

"Let’s rest for now, we have another day tomorrow. We’ll see how things go then."

Gary waved goodbye to Charlotte and, feeling somewhat tired, got into his car.

Ding-a-ling!

The phone rang, and he picked it up to see it was a call from the thief Biggs.

"What is it?"

"Hehe, you sound really down. Was your trip wasted?"

Biggs asked with a strange laugh.

"Cut the crap, just spit it out."

"Hehe, don’t be so fiery. I’ve got good news, I promise it’ll cheer you up instantly... Okay, I’ll cut to the chase, do you know where I was half an hour ago? I was in Link’s bedroom."

"Oh? You managed to get into the room Link was staying in?"

Gary said, surprised.

"Of course, don’t forget who I am. I’m the thief Biggs; there’s no door I can’t open. Guess what I left in his room? Hehe, it’s a listening device that lets me hear his phone calls. From now on, as long as he makes a call, I’ll be able to hear everything he says, know all his secrets, how about that?" ŘάＮо𐌱Еš

Biggs said excitedly.

Gary frowned. "Installing a listening device in someone else’s room secretly, that’s committing a crime."

He had just disguised himself as a delivery person to enter the building, which was also a crime, but compared to installing a listening device, it was much less severe.

"A crime?!"

Biggs’s voice suddenly sharpened.

"I’ve robbed banks several times and spent seven or eight years in prison. Are you telling me this is a crime? I know what crime is better than you do. Hey, are you in or out? If you’re out, I’ll find someone else; I believe many people are interested in my proposal now."

Gary sighed; indeed, compared to robbing banks, installing a listening device seemed like a trivial matter.

He thought for a moment and decided to keep collaborating with Biggs.

Many of his peers were keeping an eye on Link, and to dig up something useful from him, merely following him might not suffice. They needed some unconventional methods, even those not permitted by law.

"All right, Biggs, in about half an hour, Link will probably return to the London Tower Hotel. Keep an eye on that place and contact me if anything happens."

"Hehe, don’t worry. From now on, I’ll listen intently to every word Link says. However, I need some money first to buy the equipment and clothes, and for food and drink. I think two thousand pounds is a good number."

Biggs said.

"Two thousand? No, at most one thousand."

"Alright, one thousand works. When will you bring it over?"

"Wait for it!"

Gary hung up the phone annoyed. Now he hadn’t gathered any news but had spent money instead. Suddenly, he felt that following Link might not be such a good idea.

Back at the hotel, Link finished showering in the bathroom and changed into lightweight workout clothes.

Just as he was about to head to the training center, he received a message. Taylor sent him a text asking what he was doing.

Link replied that he had just come back from a party and was about to go work out.

Taylor asked him what kind of party.

Link told her honestly.

"A ’Harry Potter’ cast party? Did Emma Watson not go?"

"She did!"

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!"

"Have you turned into a pig?"

"You’re the pig. Emma Watson is your ex, isn’t she? Did old flames reignite after you two met? Tell me, confess and I’ll forgive you."

"Taylor Swift, aren’t you a bit too idle today? You don’t think that when I’m not by your side, I’m fooling around with other women, do you?" Discover hidden content at

"I didn’t say that, you said it. You just admitted it yourself."

Taylor sent in the message.

Link read it and felt helpless, "Sorry to disappoint you, but it was just a regular get-together with friends, a dozen people, oh, and there were hundreds of paparazzi outside."

"Got it, if there hadn’t been paparazzi watching, you definitely would have cheated, right?" Taylor asked.

Link sent a few slapping emojis, "Go ahead and slander me. I’ll teach you a lesson when I get back."

"You dare!"

Taylor sent three punching fists emojis. "Seriously though, sometimes I kind of hope to see scandals about you in the news, seeing you cheating on me with other women. It would hurt me, and maybe that hurt would inspire a few songs. Why don’t you try it out?"

Link was rendered speechless by her proposal, feeling like he was being treated as a bug to be exploited.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try."

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"Are you threatening me?"

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Link shook his head, asking her how her songwriting was going.

Taylor said she lacked inspiration.

Link teased her, mentioning that she had once said she might feel inspired when she missed him after he left. Now that she didn’t feel inspired, it showed she didn’t miss him much, and she should reflect deeply on that.

After chatting for a while, he put away his phone and drove to the nearby training center to exercise.

"Shit! Why can’t I hear anything?"

In a suite on the third floor of the hotel, Biggs had been listening for a while. Apart from the sound of a door closing earlier, he couldn’t hear anything else.

He thought for a moment, then picked up his equipment bag and sneaked back to Link’s room, installing two more listening devices in the suite’s living room.

He refused to believe that he still wouldn’t be able to hear anything this time.

Three hours later, as Link returned from his training, Biggs heard Link’s voice in his earphones and burst into laughter.

But the next second, he heard the hotel manager’s voice telling Link that someone had been seen sneaking up to the sixth floor on the surveillance cameras. For safety reasons, the hotel wanted to recheck his room.

A few seconds later, a harsh buzzing sound came through the earphones as the two listening devices were uprooted.

Biggs cursed loudly, annoyed at the hotel manager’s meddling.

Fortunately, the listening device by the door hadn’t been discovered, and no one would guess that he had placed a listening device around the corner of the door.

"Hehe! Link, just wait. Once I get something on you, I’m going to blackmail you good."

Biggs put his earphones back on.

Bang! The sound of a door closing came through the earphones, and Biggs frustratingly dug at his ear.

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