America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

"Where is that money hidden?"

David Chen was completely bewildered by Chen Yuan's questioning.

Which sum of money was it?

As a professional conman, David Chen has swindled a considerable amount of money.

Especially during this period, in order to win over Senator Pitt, he frequently went to Las Vegas, and his finances were quite tight, so he resorted to more scams.

He scammed Chinese international students, new immigrants, and even people who had just entered the country through immigration in the southern part of Los Angeles.

After all, what these people urgently need is a legal identity to realize their "American dream".

Therefore, David Chen, as an immigration lawyer, could fool almost every single one of them.

Moreover, even if these people are deceived, they dare not speak out.

Because they have no legal status, once they are found to be overstaying their visas, they will be immediately deported back to their home country by the immigration authorities.

So much so that when faced with Chen Yuan's threats, he had no idea who he had offended.

Chen Yuan snorted coldly, casually picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table, stared into David Chen's eyes, and continued:

"You've messed with the wrong people, taken money you shouldn't have taken, and now you want to deny it?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly plunged the knife down!

"Knock!"

The sharp tip of the knife precisely pierced the gap between David's middle and index fingers, which were resting on the coffee table, and penetrated one-third of the way into the solid wood tabletop.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

David Chen was terrified. He tried hard to recall which big shot he had recently offended, that would send assassins to deal with him.

Indeed, he had now concluded that Xiao Chen, who appeared to be a waiter at the Rongdingge Restaurant, was actually a professional assassin.

Otherwise, how could they have seen through his fraudulent nature so easily, and even know that Senator Pete had slept with two Goose Country women in Las Vegas a few days ago?

That's a state assemblyman; it's impossible for an ordinary person to track his whereabouts.

There must be some powerful figure behind Xiao Chen. Could it be a triad boss in Chinatown?

Thinking of this, David Chen felt deep regret. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have cheated so many Chinese people in one go to pay off his gambling debts.

These newly arrived Chinese may be easy to fool, but once they band together, they are not to be trifled with.

So he pleaded with a mournful face in broken Mandarin:

"Brother, I'll return the money I swindled to you, please spare my life!"

As he spoke, he reached into the buckle on his belt and pulled out a small USB flash drive.

Chen Yuan knew that this must be the USB drive where he stored his cryptocurrency, cleverly hidden in the buckle of his belt, which most people would not be able to find!

However, Chen Yuan knew very well that he couldn't take the money!

After all, David Chen's ill-gotten gains had already been targeted by the IRS, so this USB drive was like a hot potato; whoever took it would be in big trouble.

It seems that David Chen knew this, which is why he so readily handed over the money.

After all, you can always earn more money, but you only have one life.

Moreover, giving up this money would also free him from the IRS, which has been keeping a close eye on him lately.

Money or life? The choice is obvious.

But he guessed one thing: Chen Yuan wasn't an assassin.

His purpose in coming here today was not to rob David Chen of his ill-gotten gains.

Chen Yuan looked at the USB drive on the table, but instead of reaching for it, he suddenly asked:

"A few months ago, the founders of DeepBlue Biotechnology Co., Ltd. and their spouses died in a car accident. Who was behind this?"

David Chen's face stiffened. He hadn't expected Chen Yuan to ask this question so suddenly, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Although I had heard that the founder of DeepBlue Biotechnology Company was surnamed Chen, this surname is very common among Chinese people. Even David himself is surnamed Chen, so I did not associate Chen Yuan with the fact that he was the son of the company's founder.

But seeing Chen Yuan's fierce expression, David Chen quickly said:

"I don't know the specific details, but I overheard someone mention it once during a meal, saying that the Chinese boss of that company was framed and killed."

Chen Yuan felt a pang of pain in his heart; his parents' deaths were indeed not an accident.

He raised his hand and pressed the fruit knife against David Chen's throat, saying viciously:

"Who exactly told you that?"

David Chen was on the verge of tears. He only remembered that he was having dinner with a group of people, and when he was feeling a bit tipsy, someone suddenly mentioned this.

As for who made the suggestion, he had completely forgotten.

After all, it was just casual conversation at the dinner table, so who would remember it clearly?

So he could only say with a long face:

"Brother Chen, I really can't remember. Just take this USB drive; you can easily exchange it for cash at any cryptocurrency exchange. Please don't give me any more trouble!"

Chen Yuan knew perfectly well that the other party was trying to shift the blame, and sneered:

"You should keep this money, but I'm afraid you won't live to spend it!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao, who was standing there in a daze, and led her away from the private room quickly.

Although they couldn't extract the culprit who killed his parents from David Chen, they could at least confirm that it wasn't an accident.

Chen Yuan believed that with his system, he would one day be able to uncover the truth.

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Meanwhile, Vivian Sinclair sat listlessly in the head seat of a banquet hall, watching the men and women around her converse with each other.

Although this gathering was nominally a regular event organized by the University of Southern California.

But in reality, it was her brother Richard Sinclair who persuaded their father to organize a "society gathering" specifically to solve his sister's "life's most important matter."

Not far away, a young man was talking at length about the current international situation, seemingly convinced that the president would win the upcoming midterm elections.

The burly man on the other side was the captain of the school's rugby team. Although he dared not openly look at Vivian because of his status, the occasional glances he gave her annoyed her.

Of course, the excellence of these boys comes not only from themselves, but more importantly from their families.

Whether it's Washington's political resources or California's real estate empire, it holds a pivotal position in all sectors of American society.

If Vivian were to choose one of them as a partner, it would undoubtedly be a great help to the Sinclair family.

This was the reason her brother had persuaded their father. However, Vivian knew very well that her brother simply wanted her to get married quickly so that she would lose her right to be the heir to the Sinclair family.

That good-for-nothing brother really wears his heart on his sleeve.

My father is old now, and he can't even see through my brother's little scheme.

Unfortunately, my elder brother was ultimately not cut out for great things.

Not only was the club's internal management a complete mess, but he was also supposed to host this social event, yet he was late.

God knows which woman he's in bed with right now?

Therefore, Vivian had no choice but to take the place of her brother Richard and become the organizer of this gathering.

But she had no intention of "selling" herself, so after a few simple polite words, she stopped talking.

Just as Vivian was pondering how to end this boring party as quickly as possible, a man in a tuxedo hurriedly walked in and whispered:

"Miss, there are some government officials outside. They are from the IRS."

"IRS?"

Vivian raised her beautiful eyebrows and said with great interest:

"What are they doing here? How dare my respected brother evade taxes?"

The manager of Poseidon's Trident wiped the sweat from his brow and explained:

"According to the lead detective, they wanted to enter the club to arrest a key suspect."

"The suspect? Do you know which private room he's in?"

"Box 109."

Vivian immediately showed interest, because she remembered that her classmate Chen Yuan, whom she had met at the door, was probably going to room 109.

Could it be that a chess piece that was casually placed in the game actually brought great joy?

She continued to ask with great interest:

"I remember that Box 109 was registered under Senator Pete's name, right? Is the IRS investigating a state legislator?"

The manager shook his head: "Congressman Pete left a few minutes ago. The people currently in the private room are probably his friend, an immigration lawyer, and his female companion."

Vivian immediately realized that the female companion must be the "friend" Chen Yuan was looking for, but how did he get Congressman Pete to leave the private room?

Overjoyed, Vivian immediately became interested. She sat up straight and said to the manager:

"Let the IRS in, and then turn on the surveillance footage of room 109. I want to see what happened inside."

"I'm afraid this... is against the rules?"

The manager looked troubled, since protecting guest privacy is the most important responsibility of a high-end club, hence the club has very few surveillance cameras.

Although there are cameras in each room, they are turned off most of the time.

However, Vivian didn't seem to care and said:

"Since my brother isn't here, then I'll be in charge of this club."

Then she stood up, faced the astonished elite students around her, and gave them a perfect smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so sorry. A few IRS detectives have just arrived downstairs. For your sake and privacy, I think it's time to bring this wonderful gathering tonight to an end."