After the divorce, I started to transfer

Hank walked along, pondering how to force Luna to submit. He soon reached the main road, hailed a taxi, and told the driver, "Take me to the best hotel nearby."

The driver in front was a bearded South Asian man. Hearing this, he said with some surprise, "Sir, the best hotel nearby is the Ficodos Hotel."

Hank was taken aback, then his face fell, and he said angrily, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I told you to find the best hotel nearby, not this damn Fictoire Hotel."

The bearded driver's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this, but he still readily replied, "Okay, sir."

The car started quickly. The driver skillfully navigated the traffic. About ten minutes later, Hank, who had been looking down at his phone, became slightly surprised. He looked up and glanced outside, then asked with a mixture of confusion and anger, "Damn it, why aren't we there yet? Aren't there any other decent hotels around here besides that damn Fictoire Hotel?"

The bearded driver calmly replied, "Sir, we'll be there soon, probably in another two or three minutes."

Hank snorted and continued looking down at his phone.

He is indeed a football agent, and he does have a client here who needs his services—Jack, a star player for the New York Jets. He's been on the phone with him the whole time, helping him deal with some of his messy affairs. Like finding him girls, throwing parties, and dealing with people who are harassing, blackmailing, and threatening him.

Last time, he helped the other party deal with a drunk driving accident. Fortunately, no one was injured, but he spent a lot of money and pulled a lot of strings to get it done.

Of course, he also profited quite a bit from it. He claimed a public relations fee of $100 million was $200 million.

If it weren't for the money, he would have quit being this guy's agent long ago; there's just too much of this mess. Of course, Jack wouldn't have made him his agent if it weren't for his ability to handle all sorts of things for him.

Ultimately, Hank is a very professional and capable agent, and he has indeed made a lot of money.

He already has five contracted professional football players under his wing. Of course, the most famous are the two he previously mentioned to Molly and the others: Jack from New York and Vincent from Boston. Undoubtedly, Vincent is the highest-earning of his players, which is why he has always based his base in Boston, residing there specifically to serve Vincent.

His income is quite good; he has been earning more than ten million US dollars every year for the past few years.

Therefore, he had every reason to be proud. Against a model like Luna, who was only moderately famous, he was naturally a piece of cake. He just hadn't expected Luna to hook up with Chen Feng, this pretty boy, and then Chen Feng to hook up with a noblewoman from the Lampson family, almost causing him to offend someone he shouldn't have. So, for that reason alone, he had reason to retaliate against Luna.

Hank planned to contact Luna's agency's marketing director, his old friend Bald Kane, as soon as he finished dealing with Jack's situation. Hank and Kane had worked at the same agency when Hank first became an agent. They frequently exchanged information and shared resources, but both later left the company as they gained more experience. Both were agents, but with different focuses; Hank was now a football agent, while Kane had previously specialized in modeling.

Unlike Hank, who now runs his own company, bald Kane, after leaving his previous company, first worked independently before joining Luna's company. He rose to the position of Marketing Director, a high-level position with shares in the company. As one of the top executives, he wielded considerable influence. Controlling Luna, a small-time model under his own company, would be incredibly easy for him.

Hank believed that given their relationship, Kane would cooperate; at worst, he'd treat Kane to a night out and share some resources.

Hank was thinking about all sorts of things when he quickly typed on his phone, instructing Jack on how to handle police questioning.

This guy threw a party at home last night and asked Hank to hire a few models. He got drunk and beat up one of the models. Everyone was drunk at the time, and nothing serious happened, but this morning when everyone sobered up, the model found herself with bruises all over her face and called the police. Hank has handled similar situations for him many times; he's very experienced. It's usually just minor issues, at most involving some compensation. Of course, Hank also pockets a small cut.

Therefore, he patiently chatted with Jack, routinely teaching him some techniques for dealing with police questioning.

He planned to drop off his luggage at the new hotel first, then go find Jack and ask him to handle the assault. He would mediate and, naturally, get a share of the profits. He had done this many times before, and of course, he wouldn't mind doing it a few more times.

He was typing furiously on his phone when the car finally stopped. He thought they had arrived at the new hotel, but when he looked up out the window, he found himself in an alley. Before he could even process what was happening, the window rolled down, and a dark gun barrel was pointed at him from outside.

He turned his head and saw a black guy with his face half-covered saying to him in a lighthearted tone, "Hey, buddy, get out of the car."

"Wardfake!"

Hank cursed inwardly, but he still obediently raised his hands and said, "Okay, brother, I'll get off right away."

America has its own unique circumstances. If you haven't been robbed a few times in your life, you're not a true American.

Hank is now 37 years old, and in those 37 years, he remembers being robbed more than a dozen times. So, he's not inexperienced in being robbed; in fact, he's quite experienced. He just never imagined that he'd be robbed in a taxi in a metropolis like New York City—it was the first time in his life he'd ever experienced such a thing.

For an elite like him, earning tens of millions of dollars a year, life is naturally of utmost importance. So even though he was tall and strong, he still obediently yielded when faced with a gun, not daring to risk his life.

The car door opened, and Hank immediately cooperated by continuing to raise his hands as he got out of the car.

"You better behave yourself, or the bullets won't have eyes."

Hank readily agreed, saying, "OK, brother, I have over $2000 on me, you can take it all. And I promise, I won't call the police."

He had a wallet with two or three thousand dollars in cash, as well as credit cards, VIP cards, gym memberships, and the like.

He's wealthy; losing over $2000 isn't an insurmountable burden for him. As for not reporting it to the police, that's out of the question. He strongly supports cracking down on such social scum. Besides, they robbed him of his money; how could he possibly not call the police?
Of course, he knew the local police's crime-solving rate was low, and the chances of catching the perpetrator after reporting it were probably slim. Especially given their seamless cooperation, they were clearly repeat offenders who hadn't been caught yet, obviously having their own connections. But he was definitely going to call the police anyway; what if they got caught? "Good, keep your hands up and don't move. As long as you cooperate, we won't hurt you." After saying this, another black man jumped out and quickly searched him. Soon, he pulled a wallet out of his pocket, and sure enough, it contained a considerable amount of cash.

The black man was overjoyed; this was indeed a fat sheep. He immediately grabbed the wallet and was about to stuff it into his pocket. Hank, seeing this, quickly said, "Hey, brother, you can take my money, but taking my wallet is unnecessary. I've used it for several years; it's not worth much. And those cards inside are a hassle to replace. You won't need them."

Upon hearing Hank's words, both black men burst into laughter. The man pointing the gun at him chuckled, "Big guy, of course your cards are useful to us."

Upon hearing this, Hank's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother, I can give you the $2000 in cash. But if you want to touch the money in my credit card, you know that's a very serious crime, equivalent to robbing a bank. Even if I don't call the police, they will be watching you closely and will catch you. The minimum sentence is 20 years. You'd better think it over."

Before the two black guys could speak, the bearded driver, who had been silent in the driver's seat, spoke up: "Alright, brothers, let's just take what we're entitled to and not cause any trouble."

When the bearded man spoke up, the two black men didn't object. They were seasoned robbers and knew this kind of thing. The police don't really have much incentive to arrest people robbing cash, like a few hundred or a few thousand dollars, because there are so many such cases. Even if you're unlucky enough to get caught, with a good lawyer, your sentence will be at most a few years.

However, robbing a credit card and forcing the victim to withdraw money from a bank is equivalent to robbing a bank, especially if the amount is large. This completely changes the nature of the crime, giving the police an incentive to solve the case, and resulting in a severe sentence of more than 20 years if caught.

The two black guys resisted the urge to empty this fat sheep's credit card.

"You're lucky, big guy." The black guy with the gun finally resisted the urge to rob the other guy again.

"Alright, let's go." The black guy snatched the phone from Hank's hand and got into the car first. The other black guy followed suit quickly. The bearded driver immediately started the car and sped off.

Hank watched the taxi drive more than ten meters away before he suddenly realized what had happened and cursed repeatedly, "Fuck! Fuck!"

His phone was an iPhone, not particularly valuable, but it contained a lot of work-related documents and contact information for many people. Now that it had been stolen, getting everything back would be a huge hassle. The only consolation was that the thief had listened to him and hadn't taken his wallet; otherwise, replacing all the SIM cards inside would have been a real hassle.

Of course, his suitcase was also stolen and placed in the trunk of the taxi.

The most valuable item inside was a Rolex watch worth over $16000. He knew it might be unsafe for someone traveling alone to wear such a watch so conspicuously, so he usually kept it on his wrist, only taking it out when needed. As a result, it ended up falling into the hands of these three robbers.

In addition, there were two tablets used for work, which contained a lot of work-related data. Now they are gone, and getting them back would be a rather troublesome and time-consuming task.

After venting his anger for a while, Hank hurriedly ran out of the alley. He finally found a phone booth by the roadside and dialed 911. The police response here is quite fast; a police car arrived within five or six minutes.

Hank immediately explained to the two officers who arrived that he had been robbed, as well as the taxi's license plate number. Although he was very angry at the time, he still remembered the taxi's license plate number immediately.

But it was clear the other party wasn't stupid. These three robbers, including the bearded South Asian driver, were all disguised. The bearded man was obviously fake, as his beard was so thick it completely obscured his face. The other two Black men were also covering their faces, making it impossible to see their features clearly. Without a doubt, these three robbers were repeat offenders, and this wasn't their first or second attempt at robbery.

The two officers calmly took his statement, told him to wait for further notice, and then nothing more. Hank could only rage helplessly. Luckily, he still had his wallet and credit card. He immediately hitched a ride in a police car to the nearest bank, withdrew money using his credit card, bought a new iPhone, and carefully hailed a taxi again. Thankfully, he didn't encounter another robbery and arrived at Jack's house safely.

"Hank, what's wrong with you? Why are you only getting here now? I called you and texted you before, but you didn't reply."

Jack is a tall man of mixed Black and Asian descent. His grandmother was Black, and his mother was Latina. So, even though his father and grandfather were white, his skin is still dark, just not as noticeably so.

At this moment, he looked very dissatisfied with Hank. He had been trying to contact Hank to come over as soon as possible, but the connection was lost.

Hank was naturally in a very bad mood. But the other party was, after all, his customer, and he planned to swindle them out of money to make up for the loss from the robbery.

So he sighed and played the victim, saying, "I was so anxious to get to you that I frantically hailed a taxi on the street. And guess what? I got robbed, and my phone was stolen too. Luckily, they didn't take my credit cards, otherwise I wouldn't have had the money to take another taxi to get here."

"Oh God, you're so unlucky. Just like me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you."

Seeing Jack's apologetic look, Hank waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "Forget it, buddy, we're so close, no need to apologize. Let's talk about your situation, how much is that model asking you for?"

At the mention of the model, Jack's face darkened, and he said with a look of dissatisfaction, "I didn't even know I hit her last night. Everyone was drunk, and we smoked some drugs, you know. This bitch didn't call the police while she was having fun last night, but after she was done, she called the police this morning without telling me. I was still asleep when the police came knocking. That damn bitch even hired a lawyer and is trying to blackmail me for half a million dollars! Damn it!"

Hank's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately joined in the indignation: "She really is a damn bitch, she's obviously trying to blackmail you. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you, I absolutely won't let her take 50 from you."

"Okay, I'll leave this to you. Try to resolve this as quickly as possible. I don't want this bitch to affect my competition the day after tomorrow. Of course, I also can't let her leak my personal information to outsiders. You know what I mean."

"Of course, Jack, I'll take care of it for you."

Jack nodded in satisfaction and urged, "Then go ahead and do it. I'll be waiting for your good news."

"Okay, give me her contact information. Oh, right, damn it, I changed my phone number, so please save my number again." (End of Chapter)