America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

Huang Fugui panicked completely.

He spent the entire day running around, trying to find a reliable lawyer through connections.

However, when the lawyers introduced by acquaintances heard that the person targeting Rongdingge Restaurant was the notorious litigator Stephen Walker, most of them said they could not help.

After all, Attorney Walker is extremely well-known in the local community. It's not that he has particularly impressive litigation skills.

Instead, he was originally a prosecutor, but after switching careers to become a lawyer, various departments often gave him some leeway.

In particular, the targets targeted by Walker's lawyers are often not clean themselves and have engaged in various violations.

For example, this time they targeted Rongdingge Restaurant by using food poisoning as a starting point, which makes their defense extremely difficult.

In this situation, even if a few top lawyers are confident of winning the case, their fees are extremely high, which Huang Fugui simply cannot afford.

In the early hours of the morning, when Huang Fugui dragged his tired body back to Rongdingge Restaurant and arrived at the alley behind the door, he was completely dumbfounded.

Where is my refrigerated truck?

Where did that huge refrigerated truck go?!

Huang Fugui completely panicked!

After all, this vehicle contained a ton of near-expiry food.

Most importantly, some of them have already been marinated by Chef Cao and coated with his secret sauce, making them ready to be cooked at any time.

Moreover, the fat man who suffered "food poisoning" was still clutching half a fried chicken tightly in his hand when he was taken away by the ambulance.

The half fried chicken has most likely already been taken by Attorney Walker as evidence.

Therefore, by inspecting the marinated chicken in the refrigerated truck, it is easy to determine that it is from the same batch as the fried chicken that Rongdingge sold a few days ago.

These ingredients had been sitting in the refrigerated truck without power for a whole day. Even in the low winter temperatures, they would probably have already started to rot and produce toxins.

If the FDA finds out about this shipment, Huang Fugui will be unable to defend himself and will face charges of attempted murder!

Thinking of this, Huang Fugui rushed back to his office, wanting to check the surveillance footage from the back door.

But after turning on his computer, he suddenly remembered something, his face turning pale. To avoid leaving video evidence, he had manually turned off the security cameras in the back alley while delivering and moving goods these past few days!

Huang Fugui slumped completely into the boss's chair, his face ashen.

This afternoon, Stephen Walker's assistant called, demanding that Huang Fugui pay Beckman, a food poisoning victim, a $300 million settlement within 48 hours.

Otherwise, Attorney Walker will formally file a complaint with the FDA against Rongdingge Restaurant for illegally using toxic ingredients and will also file a lawsuit in the local court.

The other party also implied that if the case ultimately goes through legal proceedings and a court judgment is issued, plus punitive damages, the final amount would be far more than $300 million.

No cheap lawyers were willing to take the case, and the most important physical evidence had vanished.

Huang Fugui realized that he was truly doomed this time.

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The next morning, Chen Yuan arrived at the nail salon located in a quiet alley in the South District, based on the address provided by Ivanov.

He walked up a smoke-filled, dark corridor to the second floor and finally saw a tacky sign:

"Good Law Firm. Got into trouble? Call Martin!"

Upon opening the door, one is greeted by a cramped office filled with a jumble of files. A man in a mustard-yellow suit, but wearing a pink tie, is propping his legs up high on the desk, loudly rambling on his phone:

"Listen, man! As long as you insist that the police used seriously racist language when they arrested you, I can help you win this case! But you'll have to pay me a thousand dollars in bail first..."

As the call ended, Martin tossed his phone onto the table and glanced sideways at Chen Yuan, who had just walked in.

Most of the people who come to the firm for consultations are low-level gang members who hang out in the nearby neighborhoods.

But the person in front of him was dressed properly and looked like an ordinary Asian college student, and not one with much to offer.

So he impatiently tapped the table and arrogantly said:

"Asian international student? Visa expired, drunk driving, or kicked out by landlord? Consultation fee is $200, cash only, no invoices."

As Martin's eyes flashed with disdain and contempt, a red information panel immediately popped up above his head:

[Target: Martin Goode, 38 years old, independent practicing lawyer]

[Recent Criminal Acts: Last month, the target hired a homeless man suffering from a chronic back injury to stage a "slip and fall leading to a spinal dislocation" accident at a large supermarket in Los Angeles using a puddle of water. He successfully extorted $6 in settlement money. The target kept $5 for himself, paying the homeless man only $1 as hush money. To prevent the homeless man from retaliating, the target filmed their conspiracy and hid the memory card behind a portrait on the office wall.]

Upon seeing this system message, Chen Yuan finally understood why Ivanov had recommended this lawyer—it was because it was a perfect match for his expertise!

However, compared to the $300 million in damages sought by Attorney Walker, the $6 in compensation received by Attorney Goode was a drop in the bucket.

Seeing that Chen Yuan hadn't spoken for a while, Martin immediately showed extreme impatience and said loudly:

"Can't even afford a $200 consultation fee? You don't think law firms are charities, do you, kid? Get out!"

Chen Yuan remained silent, but turned around and looked at the portrait of President Lincoln hanging on the wall.

This painting does not appear to be the work of a famous artist; it is merely an ordinary, inexpensive decorative item.

Then, to Martin's horrified gaze, Chen Yuan lifted the bottom of the portrait and pried out a black memory card from the gap behind it.

"Damn it! What are you doing?! Put that thing down!"

Martin panicked instantly and jumped up from the boss's chair.

How did this guy find the hidden trump card without saying a word?

It should be noted that Martin would secretly film videos whenever he conspired with others to commit perjury for blackmail, just in case.

Moreover, to avoid data leakage, he never dared to save it on his computer or mobile phone, but instead placed it in a memory card for physical isolation.

Unexpectedly, such a deadly item was found by the other party as easily as if it were their own home.

Who exactly is this Asian person?!

Who sent him here? The FBI? Or the private investigator hired by that supermarket before?

Just as lawyer Martin Goode's brain was working at full speed.

Chen Yuan finally pulled up a chair and sat down steadily opposite him.

"Mr. Goode. Staging a serious injury incident to extort $60,000 from a supermarket. That's a felony that could permanently revoke your license and even land you in federal prison for 10 years."

Hearing Chen Yuan reveal his most fatal secret in the most calm tone, Martin's legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair.

"Who...who are you?" Martin asked in a trembling voice.

"Ivanov introduced me here," Chen Yuan smiled slightly. "I'd like to ask you to help me with a lawsuit."

It was that madman Ivanov!

Martin suddenly realized!

I heard that the Blood Hands and Sinaloa were recently raided by the police, and even the SWAT team was mobilized.

As a result, of the more than twenty elites from the two gangs, only Ivanov returned alive, and he was seriously injured and almost died from blood loss.

After that, Ivanov, under the guise of avenging Rick, the leader of the Blood Hands gang, quickly recruited many of his underlings who had lost their leader.

Ivanov has now become the most powerful leader of the Blood Hands gang, and may even become the new leader.

Why would Ivanov need someone to blackmail him?

This still baffled Martin, who could only wipe the cold sweat from his brow and ask:

What legal trouble have you gotten yourself into?

"You know Stephen Walker, right?" Chen Yuan put the memory card into his pocket. "He's recently been suing a Chinese restaurant for $300 million, alleging food poisoning."

Martin nodded. Attorney Walker was extremely well-known in the Los Angeles legal community. Even a street-smart lawyer like himself was very aware of the other party's movements.

So he gave me a "Are you kidding me?" look and pouted:

"You want me to take this case? To fight that vampire?"

He then emphasized, "This is a $300 million case! And the other party is Stephen Walker!"

Martin's meaning was clear. Compared to such a big shot as a lawyer, he was no match for her at all.

However, Chen Yuan sat up straight, stared into Martin's eyes, and smiled:

"That's basically it, but before that, I need you to do something for me."

"Help me convince the owner, who's facing exorbitant compensation, to legally transfer the restaurant to me."

[Ding, it has been detected that the host has used threats to force an innocent lawyer to work for him. 20 Villain Points awarded.]