America's Top Player

Chapter 165 Didi's White Party

"Don't worry! You'll be fine soon, we'll be there soon!" said Luca.

"What?"

Leon began to doubt Luca's professionalism.

He didn't say a word about his condition and the other party had already hung up the phone, still acting like he had "everything under control".

The bag of white powder was wrapped in transparent plastic paper without any cover.

All that’s missing is writing “This is a pack of coca cola” on the packaging with a black marker.

Tenpenny weighed the coke and grinned, "Shhh, do celebrities have such big appetites? This bag of coke must weigh at least ten pounds."

We knew what was inside before testing, and it was obvious that this was all a trap.

Li Ang was too lazy to say anything more, but Taylor tried his best to save the current situation.

"I think this must be a misunderstanding. This can't be Leon's stuff!" Taylor took off his sunglasses and revealed his identity. "Mr. Police, you can't just take him away like this!"

The police officers were stunned at first when they saw the beauty of the tall woman in front of them, but they quickly reacted and exclaimed:
"WTF isn't this Taylor Swift?"

"My daughter's room is full of her posters, there's no way I could have mistaken her!"

"Shut up!" Tenpenny shouted, and the police officers under him lowered their heads and dared not say anything more.

He walked up to Taylor and said in a deep voice, "We won't make any mistakes. The New York police won't arrest a good guy by mistake, nor will they let a bad guy go!"

"But."

Taylor wanted to fight for it, but Tompkins interrupted her directly: "Stop talking, even if you are Taylor Swift~"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine soon, Taylor." Leon patted Taylor's shoulder, signaling him to rest assured.

A ten-pound bag of cocaine could be worth $100 million, but in a southern border city it would only be worth $40.

This does sound like a huge sum of money, but it is nothing for a singer of Li Ang's level.

Otherwise, even the "Father of Crack" Robinson would not have chosen to completely retire from the entertainment industry after tasting the sweetness.

The hearing judge would have to be crazy to think that a popular singer with no record of drug use was making money from this.

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Before Leon could say something to Taylor, cold handcuffs were put on his hands.

"Are you nervous about going into the police station?" Tenpenny teased. "Don't be scared! After all, you're known as Street Coconut. You're a street tycoon."

There was sarcasm in his words.

As the police car sped away, Taylor yelled at the taillights: "I'll get you the best lawyer!"

"There's no need for that. Don't let the damn media find an opportunity to hype this up! My lawyer is on the way." Li Ang responded loudly out of the car window.

"Shut up!" Tenpenny ordered.

When he arrived at the New York Police Department, Li Ang was first thrown into a detention room.

During this time, you can vaguely see Tenpenny talking on the phone with someone.

After being left alone for about 20 minutes, two police officers took Li Ang into the interrogation room.

Incandescent light is as harsh as a scalpel.

Li Ang leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the edge of the metal chair at a steady pace.

He didn't seem panicked at all.

Tenpenny walked into the interrogation room, staring at the documents in his hand. "Leon, 21, a singer, found a bag of [high-purity powder] under the bed of his Porsche 11 at 01:997 PM. Any comment?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and looked up slowly, "That thing is not mine."

"Of course you can say that, and then we pretend to believe it? And then bring you a latte to wish you innocence?" Tenpenny leaned against the wall, his tone full of teasing.

"No need for latte." Leon shook his head. "Americano is fine. High-sugar coffee and donuts make every asshole here look as fat as you."

Tenpenny rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "You won't be so arrogant for much longer, big star. The evidence is irrefutable! That package weighed a full 11 pounds. According to New York State law, you will be charged with first-degree drug possession, with a minimum sentence of 15 years!"

This combination of coaxing and intimidation didn't scare Li Ang at all.

Not to mention that there were no fingerprints of his on the package, he also had no record of taking contraband, and he had no motive for committing a crime.

The only trouble is that your wallet might suffer. 11 pounds of cocaine is a considerable amount of money for bail alone.

Moreover, the subsequent lengthy court proceedings will greatly hinder one's career.

Apart from Diddy or JAY-Z, Li Ang really can't think of anyone else who would do this.

11 pounds of coca cola, even the weight is just right.

Not only does it violate New York State law, it also just touches the ceiling of federal law regarding illegal possession of drugs.

Tenpenny gestured for a junior police officer to hand over a cup of coffee, then knocked on the table and lowered his voice, "Are you going to remain silent?"

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

A young man in a well-dressed suit walked in quickly, carrying a briefcase.

As he walked, he said loudly, "Gentlemen, I'm sorry I'm late. No, to be more precise, my client arrived too early. In my impression, the New York Police Department has never had such a high arrest efficiency. Traffic jams are New York's cultural heritage to the world."

As he spoke, he slammed his lawyer's credentials on the table. "Luca Vincent, you may have seen me on TV. "Fighting for You on the Edge of the Law"—yes, I'm that guy~"

The words [Legal Edge] were a bit harsh, so Li Ang reminded him, "Keep a low profile."

"Keep a low profile? Keeping a low profile is reserved for those who want to confess their guilt. I'm here to take you away, not to read a confession."

The two of them were laughing and chatting, not even realizing that they were imprisoned.

Tenpenny rolled his eyes. "Great! Another lawyer with a mouth full of nonsense."

Luca's smile faded, he pulled out his chair and sat down in style. "I'm just good at getting a derailed train back on track."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Come to think of it, with such an obvious frame-up, how dare you waste my client's time?"

"This isn't a frame-up. We found it in the back seat of his car."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Luca interrupted him, speaking as fast as a machine gun. "We found white powder in the back seat, but where are the witnesses? Where are the surveillance footage? Where are the fingerprints?"

"Look, you can't treat someone like a copper smelter just because they have children's clothes in their car."

"Before the trace identification results come out, you must treat my client properly!"

The corners of Tenpenny's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something but held it back.

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't want to waste my time here." Li Ang said.

"The hearing will begin soon." Luca glanced at his watch and said confidently.

Tenpenny never thought that he could convict Li Ang just based on a bag of cocaine that appeared out of nowhere.

But according to Didi's instructions, he must suffer more in the police station.

He leisurely sipped his coffee and taunted, "Do you know what time it is, Mr. Luca? Your sponsor will stay with me for at least 24 hours. I won't let him rest until he has explained all his problems."

"Under federal law, my client has the right not to be questioned in any way before the initial hearing." Luca said with a relaxed expression, "Of course, you won't have the opportunity to ask any questions. We'll be leaving here soon."

Tenpenny's face was grim. With the support of Director McMahon, he was not afraid of any legal risks.

Just when he was about to drive Luca away and give Leon some strength, the court hearing notice arrived.

The speed is astonishingly fast.

Seeing Tenpenny's shocked expression, Luca sneered, "My motto is to never let my clients waste even a second of their time outside of the procedural process. You should learn to respect lawyers. You'll definitely need that in the future."

Cities such as New York and Washington are among the few in the United States that have established on-duty judges.

There is only one reason that can keep the inefficient American administrative system running 24 hours a day - money.

There is no other city in the world that has as many celebrities and wealthy people living there as New York.

When these rich and powerful people are behind bars, they are not willing to waste even one more second in the police station.

A large part of the purpose of the duty court's existence is to serve New York's celebrities and wealthy businessmen.

The hearing process went smoothly.

Li Ang didn't say anything the whole time, just watching Luca chatting and laughing with the judge.

The bright smile on her face seemed as if she had already discussed with the judge which late-night club to go to tomorrow night.

In the end, the judge based his decision on the fact that Li Ang had no criminal record, no history of drug use, and insufficient evidence and motive.

Bail announced.

The bail was only one million dollars, much less than Li Ang expected.

The whole process was so smooth thanks to the PY deal between Luca and the court.

If a lawyer wants to maintain such a high winning rate and sentence reduction rate, it is impossible to do so just by talking like in American TV dramas.

Not only judges, but also this group of senior lawyers will try to corrupt juries when the legal fees are attractive enough.

Li Ang retrieved his personal belongings and found dozens of messages on his phone.

Most of that came from Taylor.

Taylor: Are you okay now?
Taylor: Can you see my message?

Taylor: Damn, I'm going crazy. Should I tell your friends about this so we can all figure out a solution?
Li Ang tapped the screen and replied "I'm free", then put on sunglasses and hurriedly left the court.

At 4: in the morning, the court entrance was already surrounded by reporters.

There is no need to think too much about this, this is the message released by Diddy.

It was just dawn in New York in June, and the camera flashes made the place seem as bright as day. "Mr. Leon! Congratulations on temporarily escaping the law!"

"You were with Miss Taylor yesterday when you were arrested. Were you both using contraband for fun?"

"Is it true that you're dealing drugs with Compton's street godfather, Robinson?"

In response to these overwhelming and sharp questions, Li Ang rarely refrained from arguing and remained silent.

Under the escort of Bonnie, Jorge and others, he broke out of the circle of reporters and returned to his home in Tribeca.

Lying in bed, he deconstructed the whole process over and over in his mind.

It is a foregone conclusion that the frame-up is related to Didi.

But who carried out this plan?
Li Ang became suspicious.

His biggest concern is whether there is a traitor around him.

At present, it seems that if there is a problem with the people around him, the most likely ones are Jorge and his group of Mexicans.

It's not surprising that they would do anything under the temptation of money.

But the problem is that the car has been under surveillance except when he was driving it. Bonnie checked the recent surveillance footage and did not find Jorge and his group approaching the car.

The answer may be much simpler than he thought - Didi hired a car thief.

The United States ranks first in the world in car theft, with more than 100 million cars stolen each year.

The current state of the industry, which is characterized by internal competition, has given rise to the superb skills of car thieves.

They can open any car door within two minutes, and if they have enough time, they might even be able to open the presidential car.

The car was parked randomly on the side of the road while Leon and Taylor were dating, and four hours was more than enough time for them to commit the crime.

He was just starting to feel sleepy when his cell phone rang.

"Damn it." Li Ang slapped his forehead and picked up his phone.

I was immediately shocked when I saw the caller's name.

Senator Charlie!
"Are you okay Leon?"

"Thank you for your concern, Senator. I think everything is fine for now."

"Listen, I've learned about your case. This is a completely planned frame-up," Charlie said. "Once the trace identification results come out, I'll have the prosecutors drop all charges against you, and you won't have to attend the investigative court."

"I don't know how to thank you." Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

If the procedure is followed completely, even if the final result is acquittal, the lengthy court process will be enough to cause a headache.

But this kind of PY transaction comes at a price, and Li Ang is well aware of this.

Charlie quickly made his intentions clear. "Don't forget what you promised Henry. This silly boy's biggest dream is to enter the entertainment industry. He takes you as his role model and thinks about it every day."

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Charlie." When mentioning this neurotic second generation, Li Ang not only did not show a trace of impatience, but instead smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Very good. I like smart guys. Most people in the entertainment industry are a bunch of brainless fools~" Charlie said in a deep voice: "Even though Henry is a silly boy, our whole family loves him very much."

"A bunch of bastards." After hanging up the phone, Li Ang fell on the pillow.

He hardly slept at all, only taking a light rest for three hours before getting up.

In the past, he also wanted to take advantage of the hot spots on the street to continue to attract a few waves of traffic.

After Didi's revenge that broke the bottom line, he didn't want to wait a moment longer.

He must pay the price immediately!

At nine o'clock in the morning, Li Ang came to Apocalypse Music and asked Bonnie to pour him a cup of coffee as usual.

In newspapers, on television, on the Internet
All information channels were filled with news of Li Ang's arrest.

Two photos were used on a large scale.

One photo shows Leon hugging Robinson at the premiere of "Straight Outta Compton."

The media used eye-catching headlines such as "The secret friendship between Street Coconut Crisp and the father of crack, Robinson, and the criminals lurking in the entertainment industry."

Another photo shows Leon and Taylor walking out of a cafe close together.

The media used this photo as incriminating evidence to reveal the real secret behind the decreased interaction between Leon and Robbie.

All the previous speculations about Beyoncé and Ariana were wrong. The person who was really involved in this relationship was not someone else, but Robbie's best friend Taylor.

The entire entertainment industry went crazy because of these two photos.

Taylor's reputation was severely damaged and she was labeled as "backstabbing her best friend" and "mistress".

Leon was even nailed to the cross.

The black traffic reached its peak since debut.

Apart from Michael Jackson who was framed for the X scandal, there are probably few artists who have suffered such a level of attack from the media.

While the media was criticizing Li Ang, Didi called on everyone in the entertainment industry to boycott Li Ang and "draw a clear line between themselves and this filthy and depraved criminal!"

"Looks like we're in a bad spot," Bonnie whispered.

"Someone will soon divert all these damn media away," Li Ang sneered. "Someone will pay for it."

Soon another trouble came. A dazzling red Ferrari 430 skidded to a sudden stop in the parking lot downstairs.

Henry got out of the car, shaking his head.

This annoying young man Li Ang came to the door himself. He called him half an hour ago.

Henry yelled as he walked in, "Are you okay, Bro? F**K those fucking idiots in the NYPD! Those assholes who arrested you are going to be in unemployment line soon!"

Li Ang changed his usual perfunctory attitude and warmly invited Henry to sit down: "Thanks to your father's intervention, I have avoided a lot of trouble."

"Hey, this is just a trivial matter." Henry ruffled his hair. "So, when are you going to repay my father's kindness?"

"Now! Right now!" Li Ang excitedly shook the man's arm. "I will invest all my resources in you, including those works I have written but have not yet recorded. They will be yours soon!"

"Are you serious?" Henry's eyes widened, almost popping out.

"Of course! I will definitely make you famous!"

"Don't lie to me. You know my father has the ability to solve your problems and is also capable of..."

Before the other party could finish, Li Ang interrupted him and continued: "Every letter I said is true. Soon I will take you to truly step into this circle!"

"Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj. You'll be able to hang out with them soon~"

Hearing this, Henry's expression twisted with joy.

He opened his mouth and grinned foolishly for two full minutes before leaving here feeling satisfied.

Right after beating up the young man, Li Ang followed up seamlessly and took out his cell phone.

Swipe through the address book and stop at P. Diddy's name.

The phone rang for a full thirty seconds before it was connected.

"Didi, I want to talk to you."

What does chat mean?
On the other end of the phone, Didi subconsciously thought that Li Ang wanted to make a big move and bring a bunch of Crips and Lao Mo to fight with him.

"I have nothing to talk to you about." Although he tried his best to appear calm, his intermittent words still betrayed Didi's nervousness.

"No, you don't have to be nervous buddy, our affairs are completely over."

"What did you say, Bro?" Didi's voice rose eight octaves, as shocked as if he had received a terrorist attack warning.

"You heard me right, man. I've figured it out," Leon said. "This whole thing was a misunderstanding from the beginning. We can't let it continue."

Diddy muttered doubtfully, "I'm really glad you think that, Bro."

"I want to talk to you in person." Li Ang continued to induce: "I will not bring any weapons or bodyguards. I just want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you on your territory."

After hearing this, Didi gradually let down his guard.

The voice, nervous at first, immediately became complacent.

Street coconut crisps?

Whether it was Tupac, the "West Coast Thug," or Nas, nicknamed "Son of God," anyone who tried to challenge the status of P. Diddy and Jay-Z failed.

The former was shot dead in the street.

The latter can’t even pay their taxes now and is being harassed by the IRS.

According to Didi's idea, how could anything go wrong if he could just choose the location at will?
He had more than forty bodyguards in his Long Island mansion alone, and the whole house looked like a military barracks.

Thinking of this, he was completely willing to believe that Leon chose to surrender in this war.

"I completely feel your sincerity, Bro. Tomorrow I will hold a grand white party to celebrate this, and let us unite in the presence of our friends."

"That's great." The smile on Li Ang's face looked happier than Didi's.

"Your boss JAY-Z will also be here. I hope you can clarify the contract renewal and let the ROC Kingdom continue to be a place of love for the people."

"Of course, we will settle everything, yes, we will make it clear." Li Ang agreed without hesitation.

Didi, who is addicted to drugs and running gangs, could think of such dirty means to deal with himself. There must be an expert behind the scenes who is guiding him.

That person can only be JAY-Z.

"Long live friendship." Didi hung up the phone.

She lay on the white sofa, put her feet on the servant in front of her and laughed uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)