Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 240: The Thief’s Tricks

Bang, bang, bang!

At the training center, Link had been skipping rope for half an hour, weight training for an hour, and boxing sparring for two hours. He was drenched in sweat and his body had beco fatigued.

However, the jet lag and physical discomfort caused by the long flight were sowhat relieved through training, making him feel a lot more relaxed overall.

When he ca out of the training center, night had already fallen on the Thas Riverside in London.

During the dayti, the streets were bustling with traffic and flanked by advertisent billboards, making London seem not much different from New York or Los Angeles.

But at night, everything changed.

Near London Bridge, almost no cars were to be seen, yet the number of pedestrians and tourists surged.

On Tower Bridge, along the Thas embanknts, and on the riverboats, tourists were everywhere.

The ancient buildings that had survived through the long course of history, such as The Shard, the Walkie-Talkie Building, the Tower of London, the London Eye, Big Ben, and the Gherkin, all revealed their majestic and stunning profiles under the neon lights.

The nightti London was five to six hundred years older than it was during the day.

Link took out his phone on the Thas Riverside and snapped a few pictures of Tower Bridge in front of him. The cara quality was average, and the photos ca out rather blurry, but one could vaguely make out the delicate and elegant outline of the bridge.

He sent the photos to Taylor, Selena, and Ivanka.

London was five hours ahead of New York and eight hours ahead of Los Angeles; it was still dayti in the United States.

Upon seeing the photos, Selena kept saying how beautiful they were and insisted that he take more. She beca more excited as she looked at them, expressing her wish to visit London.

She also wanted him to speak to Catherine and Mandy on her behalf. Since he was their boss, neither would dare to disobey him.

Of course, that was out of the question, as she was busy promoting her new album and didn’t have the ti to co over for now.

Link promised to bring her along for a concert the next ti.

Ivanka replied to his ssage too, rely remarking, ’Nice scenery, photography skills need improvent,’ like a photography teacher grading his assignnt.

Then she added another comnt, ’British paparazzi are crazy, don’t ss around over there,’ clearly questioning his character.

Taylor’s reply ca a bit slower, asking him who he was out with?

Link replied that there were many people, Anna, Wallace, Bob, and mbers of the training team; they had decided to take a night cruise on the Thas.

Taylor responded that she had spent a couple of days in London the previous year and suggested he take a look around Waterloo Bridge, a filming location for the classic movie "Waterloo Bridge." She ntioned that the nightti view there was very nice but warned that the wind could be chilly over the river in September, advising him to wear a jacket.

Link acknowledged her advice, and from the many photos he had taken, he selected four that he deed the prettiest and posted them to Twitter.

He currently had 11.2 million followers on Twitter, making him one of the users with the most followers on the platform.

After he posted the photos, his fans reacted enthusiastically; within less than three minutes, the number of likes surpassed 30,000, and the comnts skyrocketed.

Most of them praised how beautiful night-ti London was and expressed a desire to travel there.

So asked what he was doing in London, if he was holding a concert?

Link replied that he was in London for a boxing match.

Soon, his fans were all online cheering him on, hoping he could win all the Golden Belts to give away in a raffle.

So people criticized his photography skills and the average cara resolution of his phone, suggesting he switch to a digital cara. Others wanted him to be in the photos, curious to see him at the Thas Riverside.

Link thought these people were asking for too much.

"Boss, the police station called and asked if you’re near Tower Bridge. If you are, they advised you to head back earlier. A lot of fans are on their way here, and it could get dangerous with so many people at night," Anna said, hanging up the phone.

Link gave a wry smile, having been too busy posting photos to rember that he was a major celebrity.

He noticed quite a few young people heading in his direction over Tower Bridge and had no choice but to change his night cruise plans and take a car back to the hotel early.

In a small café not far from Tower Bridge, journalist Bernard Gary peered through his cara lens at the figure of Link boarding a business car and picked up the phone on the table:

"Biggs! Pay attention! Link is heading back to the hotel. Find a way to follow him and find out which floor and room number he’s in."

"....Hiss-gasp~"

"Damn it, what are you doing?"

"Heh heh, nothing, just took a hit," said Culo Biggs with a snicker.

Grinding his teeth, Gary cursed under his breath, "F***, Biggs, Link is a big fish. If you want to get paid, you’d better get serious."

"Heh heh, I understand, I get it. I’m using drugs right now to do a better job, not slacking off."

"Alright, Link is about to return to the hotel. Find a way to follow him or ask a service staff mber for his room number. We have to keep a close eye on him so we don’t miss out on this big fish."

"Heh heh, don’t worry, with , Culo Biggs, the master thief on the job, not only can I find out his room number, but I can also find out what color underwear Link wears and what brand of condoms he uses."

"Keep posted if there’s any news."

Gary didn’t waste more words, hung up, and called Reed next to ask if he had managed to infiltrate Link’s security team.

Officer Reed replied no, but he had volunteered to work overti and was currently assigned to patrol outside the Tower Hotel in London.

Gary said that was good, and asked him to keep a close watch on the hotel entrance and promptly inform him if he spotted any suspicious vehicles or won wearing sunglasses and hats.

Gary then called Detective Charlotte to inquire.

Charlotte reported that Emma had gone out in the afternoon, strolled around the shopping center, purchased more than ten sets of clothes, and returned to her apartnt with no further activity.

"Excellent!"

Gary hung up the phone and imdiately drove to the Tower Hotel.

"Hehe, good evening, Mr. Baker!"

Link had just returned to the hotel lobby when a man in a suit doffed his hat and greeted him. The man was of slight build, and when he opened his mouth, several yellowed, decaying teeth were revealed.

In the film "Fighter," Christian Bale played Dicky, an addict with a set of rotten teeth that only whitened slowly after he got clean.

Seeing those teeth, Link knew the man probably wasn’t up to any good.

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"Hello, sir!"

Link responded politely.

"Mr. Baker, my daughter Alice is a fan of yours. She really loves your songs. Before I left ho today, she made promise that if I saw you, to ask for your autograph for her. Mr. Baker, could you do that?"

Biggs pulled out a record of Link’s and earnestly pleaded.

Link looked at him unexpectedly, not thinking that this drug addict could actually be a good father.

He didn’t refuse, paused, took out a pen, and wrote on it, ’To Alice, grow up healthy, be a brave girl—Link.’

At that mont, a hotel waiter ca by pushing a food trolley.

Link stepped back, and Biggs also moved aside when suddenly, he stumbled, hurtling toward Link. Wallace, seeing sothing amiss, quickly stepped between them, reaching out to grab Biggs by the collar.

"Hey, buddy, watch it!"

Wallace held Biggs steady on his feet.

"Hehe, sorry sir, the floor is too slippery, I couldn’t stand properly, thanks a lot."

Biggs said with a strange smile, showing his teeth.

Link shook his head, returned the record to the man, and after he had left, he told Wallace, "He seems to have put sothing in your pocket."

Wallace felt around and pulled out a small listening device.

"Fuck, damn paparazzi."

"Let’s hand it over to the police."

Link waved his hand and walked into the elevator.

In the Internet age where communication is advanced, the market is flooded with many sophisticated spying devices, small like bugs, that can infiltrate anywhere.

Because of these devices, Link rarely stayed out, and before he checked into a hotel, he would always scan for such equipnt to prevent from being fild and blackmailed.

Squeak

After returning to the hotel, thief Biggs opened his computer, ready to eavesdrop, but only heard a shrill buzzing coming from the listening device, prompting him to curse and angrily throw down the headset.

"Fuck!"

A few years ago, to rob a bank, he had taken it upon himself to learn so Internet technology.

By relying on his expert thieving skills and computer technology, he had actually made quite a bit of money during those years.

But he should never have fallen victim to addiction.

After using drugs, his physical condition and ntal state were far from what they used to be, and because of that, he went from robbing banks to being a petty thief breaking into doors and locks.

Despite becoming a petty thief, his skills and experience in theft remained.

His original plan was to approach Link under the guise of getting an autograph and then take the opportunity to slip the listening device into Link’s pocket.

By the intensity of the sound coming from the device, he could estimate the location of Link’s room and, if lucky, overhear so important conversations.

However, many things are easier said than done.

He didn’t expect Link’s retreating step to be that quick. Yes, he had only thought of Link as a singer, completely forgetting that he was also a boxing champion renowned for his speed.

Unable to place the listening device on Link, he had a sudden idea and slipped it into the pocket of Link’s bodyguard, reasoning that, as per celebrity habits, the bodyguard would likely stay next door or across the hall and could be used to track down Link.

But even that plan had failed.

"Link, the ga has just begun, I will definitely catch you out."

Biggs was not willing to give up so easily. He changed into a different set of clothes and a hat, went out for a spin, and luckily, learned Link’s room number from a drug-using staff mber, B25 on the sixth floor.