The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1030 Everyone gets the stolen goods
"...caught him, the paparazzi trying to take a sneak shot."

Lucas stood at the door of the ward, looking at Harry's back like a lost dog, and shouted loudly. At this time, he could no longer care about disturbing the order of the hospital -

To be precise, the current strategy is to make things bigger, the bigger the better. Inevitably, it still requires disturbing the people and poking a hole in the sky.

Fortunately, Anson was in the VIP ward, and each room had excellent sound insulation, so the patients were not disturbed. Instead, the nurses at the nurses' station and the staff who happened to pass by noticed the paparazzi running wildly in the hospital corridor.

Ziliu.

Harry was in too much of a hurry and too anxious. The footsteps and shouts behind him were so close and relentless that he didn't know where to go. His feet slipped and he rushed out like a bowling ball, sliding all the way on the white tiles. He completely lost control and finally slammed into the wall and had to brake hard.

Not to mention Harry, even the bystanders couldn't help but grimace.

But Harry didn't care at all. He stood up quickly using his hands and feet. He didn't even have time to figure out the direction. He just chose a random path and rushed out.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The footsteps approaching quickly from behind, from far away, firmly grasped Harry's heart, running faster and faster, comparable to the Olympic 100-meter sprinter.

At the door of the ward, Lucas did not chase after him. He just stood at the door and stomped his feet, making noises with the collision of his footsteps and tiles. At the same time, he howled at the top of his lungs, calling on the men in black suits to chase after him. He watched Harry's figure disappear but did not turn around immediately. He folded his hands across his chest and stared at the direction Harry left. His whole body exuded a cold aura that kept people away.

The atmosphere was chaotic and tense.

The nurse approached quickly with trepidation, and after carefully asking Lucas for permission, she entered the ward to examine the "frightened" Anson.

After the test, the nurse left, and the rumor spread like wildfire throughout Mount Sinai Hospital:
The paparazzi was so bold that he sneaked into the ward and prepared to take a picture of Anson.

Anson was frightened and Lucas was furious. Anson had not yet recovered from the accidental injury on the set, and the wave of entertainment to death swept in again, even when facing a patient lying on the hospital bed with an unknown condition, they still acted ruthlessly.

Hollywood is indeed a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

For a moment, people were in panic, sighing and lamenting.

Lucas remained patient and continued his trick at the door until the ward became quiet again, then he reentered the ward and closed the door.

"So, what are you planning?"

Lucas walked to the bedside and glanced at the pills on the bedside table. These were the pills the nurse had just brought to Anson.

Phenobarbital.

It is used for calming, but it can also depress breathing and circulation and be addictive.

Lucas quietly put the pills into his pocket.

Anson noticed this and gave Lucas a speechless look.

Lucas looked back very calmly, "Why did you let him go?"

Things are going slightly off track.

The original plan was to lure the perpetrators out of their hole and catch them red-handed. No matter how Harry argued, they only needed to search his camera to find evidence.

The truth is out.

However, Anson did not do this and allowed Harry to leave.

Lucas was a little surprised. Although confused and puzzled, in a flash, Lucas decided to cooperate with the performance and put on a good show.

In just a short period of time, Lucas grasped the context of the situation, reacted promptly, and created as much noise as possible without knowing Anson's plan.

This way, no matter what Anson's plan is, Lucas will have a backup plan -

Even if Anson was willing to let Harry go, Lucas was unwilling to do so.

"Don't tell me you were convinced by his sweet words. Although I'm not a prosecutor, his words have no credibility. We need to consider the credibility of the witnesses." Lucas complained expressionlessly.

This made Anson unable to hold back a chuckle, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Lucas, "What if I just didn't cooperate and insisted on keeping him?"

Anson, "Same effect. Honestly, I was expecting you to use force and then we'd have a Colombian soap opera here."

Lucas: ... "So, what are you planning?"

After going around in a circle, Lucas finally came back.

Anson laughed dumbly. "It just occurred to me that I can't be sure if he has any photos from the set in his camera. If not, they may be in his computer or in his darkroom at home. In short, if we can't catch him red-handed, we may need to apply for a search warrant from the New York police."

"You know how troublesome it is."

"Even if we catch the criminals red-handed, what will be the outcome?"

"The police arrested him, and then what?"

Lucas was slightly stunned. When it comes to the paparazzi problem, based on current laws, the difficulty of imposing legal sanctions through legal means is far beyond imagination, otherwise Sean Penn would not have raised his fist to personally beat the paparazzi to seek justice for himself.

In this case, even if the evidence is conclusive, it is at most a crime of negligent injury, nothing more. Whether it is detention or a fine, it may not be too serious, at most it will be just a little watering.

And what are the consequences?

Harry may become famous in one battle, and not only will his career not encounter any obstacles, but he will be able to rise to the top.

Ridiculous?
True, but that's the reality.

Lucas looked at Anson, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Anson continued, "To put it another way, if you punish him through legal means, tens of thousands of dollars or 720 hours of community service, it won't hurt. Alternatively, if you beat him up and he's seriously injured and hospitalized, it could win him sympathy and attract some attention."

"Luka, do you know how to hurt someone?"

"Take away what he cares about most. Some people care about money, some care about reputation, some care about family, and some care about life. Everyone cares about different things. Only by taking away what he cares about most can you really hurt him."

Behind the calm, frank and unruffled words, one can feel the numerous scars.

It's not anger, it's not hatred, but the vicissitudes of life after all the world has been washed away.

Lucas stared at Anson quietly, the light flashing in his deep eyes was quiet and sad.

Anson noticed it and turned away in a slightly embarrassed manner, "Why, do you think I'm particularly scary?"

Lucas: “No.”

Anson was very surprised and turned to look at Lucas again.

Lucas, "Anson, please remember that you are my brother and I will never find you scary."

Anson's eyes became hot and he closed them hastily. "Ha. Ha. Luka, be careful what you say."

Lucas didn't mind. "On the contrary, I'm happy for you. My brother has grown up. He is no longer a fledgling who needs my strict protection. He knows how to fight back and how to protect himself."

"Although I hope you never have to learn this because you don't have to face it, but since you've chosen the path to Hollywood, you'll eventually have to grow up."

"So, what's the strategy in your mind, how are you going to hurt him?"

(End of this chapter)