Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After becoming a top figure in the music industry, every move Link made attracted a lot of attention.

While his plane was still flying over the Atlantic Ocean, a senior entertainment reporter from "The Sun" in London was plotting something big.

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September in London, at The Sheaf pub on the East Coast of the Thames.

The weather was slightly chilly, the leaves of the plane trees on the street were starting to turn yellow, curling inward, and the double fruit balls hanging among the branches were exposed, looking like bells.

Bernard Gary withdrew his gaze, took out his phone and glanced at it, it was already past three in the afternoon, and Officer James Reed, who had agreed to meet him here, had not yet arrived.

He sent a message, and Reed replied that he was on his way.

Officer Reed also told him that the world boxing champion Link Baker was coming to London for a match.

The police officers from the Greenwich District police station all had to work overtime.

They were to maintain public order at the airport and surrounding streets to ensure that nothing unexpected occurred during the match.

He had patrolled the streets for two hours at noon and only had time to come out in the afternoon.

Officer Reed asked him why he couldn't just speak over the phone.

Gary said he would explain when he arrived, assuring it was good news.

More than ten minutes later, Officer Reed burst into the pub, dusty and in a rush.

He was wearing a gray woolen coat, a blue police shirt, and police trousers, with a tall and agile figure.

Although he was just over thirty, his face was resolute, and he already possessed a composed demeanor.

"Hey, Bernard, why couldn't you say it over the phone? Why did you make me come all this way?"

Officer Reed exclaimed as soon as he saw him.

Gary chuckled, adjusting his glasses, "Wouldn't you come for a drink?"

"Just for a drink? Then you should pick a different time, like a weekend afternoon or evening. Drinking on a Wednesday won't be satisfying."

Officer Reed said as he took off his coat, sat down opposite, crossed his fingers, and looked seriously at Gary, "You just said on the phone that you had good news, can you tell me now?"

Gary was about to speak when he looked up at the entrance and gestured with his hand.

At the pub's entrance, a young man with small eyes and blond curly hair walked in.

"Jack Charlotte?"

Officer Reed glanced at him, surprised, "Bernard, why did you bring him here? You want to investigate the dismembered body case in the northern suburbs? I've told you before, that case is still under investigation, and I have no leads here. Jack Charlotte won't be of any use to you despite being a detective, but his capabilities are not that great."

"Hey, James, saying that in front of me isn't nice, I may not be a superstar detective, but my 55% success rate far exceeds your Greenwich police station's 15%," Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Charlotte, the detective with small eyes, said indignantly, frowning.

"Are you including the cases of helping neighbors find cats and dogs you guys hid, or helping a lady find evidence of her husband's affair? If so, our police station indeed can't compete with your detective agency,"

Officer Reed sneered sarcastically.

"Hey hey, right, Jenny saw me last time and said she suspected you were seeing other women, wondering if I could help find evidence, James, should I take this case?" Charlotte asked jokingly with a grin.

"Jack Charlotte, are you threatening me? Threaten a police officer?"

Officer Reed stood up and pointed at Charlotte's nose and shouted.

"Stop, stop fighting!"

Gary quickly stood up and held back the angry Reed, looking at the two and saying, "James, Jack, we're all friends here. I invited you today to discuss something, can you please stop arguing for now?"

Officer Reed and Charlotte glanced at each other, huffed, and sat down across from each other with their arms crossed.

Gary picked up the bottle on the table and poured each of them a glass of whiskey.

"Here's the thing, yesterday Joseph, the chief editor, approached our entertainment reporters, giving us a significant task, whoever completes it will get a £50,000 reward."

"£50,000? What kind of task merits such a reward?"

Officer Reed asked in surprise.

Gary is a senior reporter at "The Sun", and also Reed's friend and collaborator. Reed had collaborated with Gary before, exchanging clues from police cases for quite a few pounds.

Gary looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I think you both know who Link Baker is, and Emma Watson will be even more familiar to everyone."

From what we understood, when Emma Watson was shooting in Florida, she indeed had a brief relationship with Link Baker, but since it took place in the United States and wasn't for long, it was difficult to gather evidence of their affair.

Now, Link is coming to Britain to compete and according to reliable information we've obtained, Emma Watson stopped promoting 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' three days ago and came to London before everyone else.

We speculate that her purpose in coming to London is definitely to meet with Link."

Gary paused, looking at his two long-time collaborators, "Our task is to capture any photographs of Link Baker and Emma Watson on a date at all costs. If we can do that, we can get ahead of everyone else and claim that £50,000 reward."

"A photo of Link and Emma dating is worth that much?"

Officer Reed asked, furrowing his brow.

Pfft!

Charlotte the detective scoffed dismissively, "You, who only knows football, probably don't even know who Link is, right?"