I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 303 Only One Can Stay (4300)

In the private box, Rich Akiva's face turned pale as he looked at the sleeping Hunter Biden and Jared Kushner.

Sweat was pouring down his head, and two large dark sweat stains quickly appeared under the armpits of his shirt.

Hunter Biden and Jared Kushner won’t let him go!

No! It should be said that no matter whether it is the Minzhu faction or the Gonghe faction, it is impossible for them to let him go!
This is making enemies with the entire upper class of Mai country!
Originally, the reconciliation between the Minzhu faction and the Gonghe faction was just a secret under the poker table, but now it has come true!
Everyone will think that he took this video secretly!

The question is, who the hell took this video?
There really is no camera in this box.

It's not that Richie Akiva didn't want to install cameras, but this box had been privately investigated many times by countless different important people at the request of departments such as the FBI, NSA, NRO, DHS or NYPD.

Otherwise, how could a playboy like Hunter Biden, a top dignitary, be so carefree and unrestrained here?

So where did this video come from?

Could it be that these two idiots took the photo themselves?

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Just as Richie Akiva was about to wipe his sweat with a hot wipe, his WhatsApp, Snapchat, and iMessage calls started ringing one after another.

Before he could check the message, the phone rang.

Ivanka? Wasn't she attending the official celebration party with Wendy Deng?
Richie Akiva picked up the phone and was about to speak when Ivanka's angry, broken voice came from the phone: "You dirty maggot! I'm at Up&Down! Where's Jared?"

???

How did Ivanka find her way here?

Richie Akiva played dumb: "Ivanka? What are you talking about? Isn't Jared with you?"

"Take a good look at Twitter! Bullshit! You ruined everything! How dare you!? How dare you!!!"

Ivanka was going crazy.

Many people look down on Chuan Bao, who pretends to be crazy and stupid, and think that Chuan Bao's family is a nouveau riche.

But in fact, the Chuanbao family is not as bad as many people imagine. His grandfather was already considered a wealthy man during World War I.

It was after World War I that Miami began to truly possess the characteristics of grassroots solidification under the leadership of the Rockefeller family and the Morgan family. Therefore, the Chuanbao family, which made its fortune during this period, although not as prominent as the Astor family, nor as large as the Hearst family, has already begun to possess the characteristics of family inheritance.

In the West, especially in Miami, if you want to tell whether a family is beginning to become a noble family, you can probably tell by looking at the names of the family's heirs.

For example, Rockefeller. After the oil tycoon John Rockefeller founded the Rockefeller dynasty, he designated his son as his heir and named him John Rockefeller Jr., the same name as his father.

The next generation's designated heir was named John Rockefeller III.

Next comes the fourth, fifth, and sixth generations.

The same thing happened with JP Morgan, and now it has been passed down to John Pierpont Morgan VI.

The Astor family, the "King of New York", has been passed down to John Jacob Astor X!
The naming principle is simple and crude, which is the same idea as that of Qin Shi Huang.

Chuan Bao is very ambitious. You can tell from the names he gave to his son and grandson, which are completely imitative of those aristocratic families.

Eldest son, Donald Trump Jr.

The eldest son's son, Donald Chuanbao III.

Moreover, it is very interesting that none of the wives married by the heirs of these aristocratic families from traditional white people (Anza, Prussia, Gaul) were Judeans.

Chuan Bao also paid attention to this point. There was no problem with his daughter marrying a Jude man. It could be used to show his pro-Jude stance and gain the support of the Jude Group.

But his sons could not marry Judeans.

Because the orthodox Judeans identify by matrilineal lineage.

All I can say is that beneath the appearance of pretending to be crazy and stupid, he does not compromise on small matters, nor does he lose on big ones, and he is not confused about major issues.

It is conceivable how angry Ivanka is now, as she made such a great sacrifice to marry Jude.

Once this scandal is exposed, it will seriously affect Trump's election prospects!

Ivanka is now Trump's ace assistant in the campaign!

I don’t know how many voters supported Trump just because of Ivanka’s big bear and long legs.

You know, although Trump is now far ahead in the congratulations faction, he has not yet received the nomination from the faction. Such a scandal at this time will seriously damage the image of Trump and Ivanka. Not to mention whether they can be elected by the end of the year, the nomination from the faction that was originally a foregone conclusion will be in jeopardy!
Their goal is to get a nomination from within the faction! Winning or not is not important at all! As long as they get the nomination, the Chuanbao family will be able to become a family with considerable influence, which is an important step towards becoming a true family!
When Richie Akiva heard Ivanka ask him to check Twitter, his heart started beating fast.

"Maybe no one knows that Up&Down has three floors, right? What's on the third floor? You guessed it! They are still there now. #HunterBidenJaredKushner#"

When Richie Akiva saw this tweet, he almost fainted.

Who is it!? Who is it!?
We must wake up these two people and clear the area and evacuate them!
The various vibration prompts on the phone were like a massager. Richie Akiva didn't dare to answer any calls at the moment. Just when he was about to ask someone to wake the two up, the phone suddenly changed its interface.

The image outside automatically appeared on the phone screen. It was seen that many people had left the dance floor on the first floor and the booths on the second floor. There were also many confused guests and celebrities who were whispering to each other. Their faces immediately changed, and they began to pack up and leave.

Leonardo Dicaprio and Tobey Maguire, who used to call each other good buddies, have long disappeared.

Donald Trump Jr.'s ex-wife had a deep conversation with Leo more than a decade ago, and they have remained good friends ever since. As a top Hollywood star, how could Leonardo not know the impact of these videos on the current situation? How could he not protect himself?
Now Richie Akiva is a piece of rotten shit, whoever gets touched by him will be in trouble.

Only Rihanna, the co-organizer of the party and Richie Akiva's "friend", couldn't leave. She cursed and called Richie Akiva, but couldn't get through.

The view on Richie Akiva's phone screen immediately switched to the nearby neighborhood, where many unidentified men in black suits got out of several Dodge Rams. After looking around, they surrounded Up&Down.

"If you don't want to die, run away."

The video on the screen suddenly interrupted, and then a line of text appeared.

Richie Akiva shuddered, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran downstairs.

As a Jude and a "chamber pot" in New York's upper class, he knew all too well what he was about to face.

But how could surveillance video appear on the phone out of nowhere?
Your phone has been controlled by hackers?
Were they the ones who made those three secretly filmed videos?

What's their purpose?
Who is behind all this?
Although countless questions suddenly emerged in Richie Akiva's mind, he had no time to think carefully. He went down the stairs to the first floor, looked at the hall where there were still many people, and subconsciously ran towards the back door.

The most important thing is to escape!

“笨蛋！走13街和格林威治大道。2分钟内，请到达杰克逊广场公园，倒计时，01:59、58、57……”

Just as I was about to run Up&Down, another line of text appeared on my phone.

Richie Akiva slapped his forehead, thinking that the front door and the back door must have been blocked long ago. Fortunately, his club had a side door that led from the back kitchen to the intersection of Greenwich Avenue and 13th Street.

What is this countdown for? Why do we have to arrive within two minutes? What will happen if we don't arrive?
Who dares to bet?
Richie Akiva followed the instructions on the screen and ran to Jackson Square Park a hundred meters away. Just as he hid behind a tree, he saw several Dodge Rams parked on 13th Street, and more than a dozen unidentified men in black came out of them.

And then, several different cars arrived, and at almost every intersection there were different people guarding the road tightly.

How to do?How to do?
Rich Akiva was almost desperate.

Jackson Square Park is called a park, but in fact it is a triangle surrounded by a five-way intersection. It is about the same size as the roundabouts at some intersections in Da Zhou, and the trees are very sparse. The other party has blocked all the nearby intersections. As soon as I go out, I will be discovered immediately.

If you don't go out, it will only take a few more minutes for the other party to discover you.

Is it possible that I will really be silenced in the end?
"17 Jane Street. The door is just below the trash can on your left."

Another line of text appeared on the phone screen.

Rich Akiva had long discovered that he had completely lost control of his phone, even restarting or shutting it down was impossible. Only the occasional text prompts on the screen remained, and other than that, there were no icons, and the screen was completely black. Under the trash can on my left hand? Can they see me?
Richie Akiva didn't have time to think too much. He fumbled on the ground under the trash can and really touched a door card.

17 Jane Street...

The distance is not far, just across the street, but how do I get there?
As soon as I walk out of the park, I'll be discovered, okay?

“1分钟内，到达简街17号，并进入公寓，倒计时00:59、58、57……”

Nest grass!

When Richie Akiva saw these words pop up on the screen, he almost fainted.

It’s not far, but it’s at least two hundred meters. And there are so many people waiting to catch me. How can I get there within one minute?
Seeing the countdown on the screen disappearing second by second, Richie Akiva made up his mind.

FXXK! FXXK! FXXK!

It’s death either way, let’s fight!

Richie Akiva took advantage of the opportunity and ran directly from Jackson Square Park to the road.

Dodging two speeding cars, Richie Akiva used the strongest explosive power since he was born, crossed the intersection, and ran straight towards the path leading to 17 Jane Street.

Huh? Didn't they notice me?
Richie Akiva found that when he rushed out like this, those mysterious men in black pretended not to see him. Their eyes swept over him without focusing on him.

What happened? Am I dead? Am I just a ghost now?
Finally, finally caught up!
By the time Richie Akiva reached the door of 17 Jane Street, he was out of breath.

I checked the countdown on my phone and saw that there were only 5 seconds left, so I quickly swiped the door card in my hand on the combination lock.

“Squeak~clang!”

The door to the apartment opened.

Richie Akiva walked in without thinking much. After taking a full minute to catch his breath, he felt a little scared.

But fear also came in.

I guess the mastermind behind this will send another order soon?
Sure enough, another line of words appeared on the phone.

"Room 607"

17 Jane Street Apartment has only 8 floors in total.

Richie Akiva didn't dare take the elevator, so he had to climb up one floor at a time through the fire escape.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! 607... is here."

Richie Akiva's heart was pounding, half from nervousness and the other half from tiredness.

Seeing the combination lock on the door, Richie Akiva took out the room card and tried to swipe it.

When the door opened and the light was on inside, it could be seen that the apartment was not big, probably just a one-bedroom and one-living room structure. A young man was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"It's you!!!???"

Richie Akiva's pupils shrank to a dot in an instant.

Fangis!
How could it be him! ?

The anger in Richie Akiva's heart suddenly surged up and his eyes turned red.

It took twenty years of hard work to achieve the title of King of New York Nightlife!
My top connections!
A fortune worth hundreds of millions of dollars!

My yacht in Miami! My villa in Malibu! My townhouse in Manhattan! My helicopter!
My lovely girls and the best party!

Gone!

All gone!
"What do you want me to do?" Richie Akiva gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

Richie Akiva, who was born into a wealthy family but grew up on the streets, did not bother with meaningless questions like "Why do you want to hurt me?", "Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the FBI?", "How did you do it?", etc.

I had already been completely tricked, but the other party left me a way out, so he must have something to ask of him.

Only this information is truly useful.

As for the rest, you can ask them when you find an opportunity to take revenge.

What if there is no chance for revenge?
There is no need to ask.

"Smart." Fang Yu snapped his fingers and praised Richie Akiva. Then he flipped his wrist and a bottle of champagne and a crystal clear champagne glass appeared in his hand and placed them on the coffee table.

Richie Akiva took a look at the wine and glass in Fang Yu's hand and almost fainted.

The champagne and wine glass this guy took out were exactly the Moët Siècle Spirit champagne that sold for 19,000 dollars in his store, and a baccarat flute-shaped champagne glass that sold for 550 dollars.

Why is there only one cup?
Shit! You want me to pour the wine?
Use my cup, take my wine, and only take one cup. Do you want me to pour wine for you?
It is tolerable, but what is unbearable! ?
"Gulp~Wow" the slender flute-shaped champagne glass was three-quarters full.

Richie Akiva still endured it.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Richie Akiva endured the humiliation and showed an attitude of obedience.

Fang Yu picked up the cup and took a sip.

The bubbles are fine and the taste is smooth, with a hint of apple, lemon, white peach and citrus aroma. If you taste it carefully, you can also feel the flavors of baked bread, almonds and hazelnuts.

No wonder it’s so expensive, it’s really good.

"I want all the secrets of high society in your hands."

Fang Yu didn't keep anyone in suspense and made his request directly.

"I don't have any secrets from anyone." Richie Akiva said immediately without thinking.

"Wow!"

"what!"

Fang Yu raised his wrist slightly and suddenly poured the remaining half glass of champagne onto Richie Akiva's face. Akiva had no time to dodge and was splashed all over his head and face.

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking you, understand?"

"You or the secret, only one can stay."

The muzzle of a cold 9mm Taurus G2C pistol was pressed against Richie Akiva's forehead.

Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket!!!

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The previous chapter was also reviewed and modified, but that part was just for fun and does not affect the overall plot, so let's just change it.

Alas.

The editor asked me to save some manuscripts before recommending them, but I can’t save enough because I write slowly.

Try your best and see if you can write a few thousand words.

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(End of this chapter)