Chapter 58 Journalists Really Know How to Make Waves

Connecticut, the Orange Estate.

The sun had fully risen by now, and a gentle breeze made the uprooted trees outside look almost as if they were coming back to life.

Inside the mansion, which had remained silent all through the night, a bustling hum of activity now filled the air.

A large contingent of local Connecticut police officers and medical personnel was fully cordoning off the scene, while rapidly loading corpses one by one into the ambulances.

Yet, as the master of the mansion, Luca sat composedly on the sofa in the living room, watching the busy crowd with a calm demeanor.

At that moment, Attorney Simpson, who had been negotiating with the police for some time—perhaps having finally reached a consensus—left the helpless-looking police chief behind. Accompanied by her assistant, Foggy, she walked straight toward Luca.

"Mr. Orange, you really threw me quite a surprise attack this time."

Seeing the bitter expression on the attorney's face, Luca merely offered a faint smile, taking the complaint completely in stride.

Although Attorney Simpson had indeed been dragged out of her bed in the middle of the night to handle such a thorny situation, he had paid her a generous fee. Naturally, he wasn't going to feel any lingering guilt just because she aired a couple of grievances.

'Hmph, and asking for a fee hike is completely out of the question!'

Simpson was tactful enough. Seeing that Luca refused to take the bait, she immediately收起 (withdrew) her expression, adopting a thoroughly professional attitude once again.

"Mr. Orange, thanks to the surveillance cameras installed at your villa, the police have made a preliminary ruling of justifiable homicide. They will only open an investigation regarding the portion concerning the intruders."

"It's just..."

"Just what?" Luca asked casually, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

"It's just that, due to a significant lack of surveillance footage, we can only actually confirm that you and your bodyguard fought back effectively when the mansion was breached. As for the subsequent kidnapping you mentioned, there is still insufficient evidence," Simpson explained further.

"Moreover, since the location of the kidnapping stated in your deposition was in Manhattan, New York, this part may require a joint investigation between the local Connecticut police and the New York police to verify the authenticity of your claims."

Upon hearing this, Luca merely gave a slight shrug.

"The surveillance footage is all there is. As for the New York police, once they find that warehouse, the truth will naturally come to light."

"As for the rest of the work, isn't that precisely why I hired such a prominent attorney like you?"

Hearing Luca say this, a professional smile appeared on Simpson's face.

"That goes without saying. In fact, quite a few of your neighbors are also my long-standing clients. The entire community association attaches great importance to this raid by these thugs. They will subsequently issue a joint pressure campaign on the Connecticut police department and maintain close attention to the matter."

"Later on, I will contact some old friends in the media and prepare a press release based on the statement from the Connecticut police department. I believe that even the New York police would not want the impact of this incident to expand any further."

***

Accepting a document plastered with sticky notes from Foggy standing beside her, Simpson handed it to Luca.

"However, before that, both the media and the community association require Mr. Orange to sign this authorization form first."

Luca scanned the contents of the authorization form swiftly, then pulled out a pen, signed his name smoothly on the paper, and handed it back to Simpson with a smile.

"As expected of a professional, you always manage to handle these matters flawlessly."

Simpson took the document, glanced at the police cars gradually driving away outside the house, and said softly,

"Your safety is our greatest reward."

Just then, perhaps feeling that the formal business between Simpson and Luca had concluded, Foggy—who had remained utterly silent the entire time—gazed at Luca with a complex expression and spoke up.

"Mr. Orange, did the riots in Hell's Kitchen last night really have nothing to do with you?"

Before the question could even fully leave his lips, and before Luca could say a word, Foggy was sternly interrupted by Simpson.

"Shut up, Nelson! Are you making baseless accusations against an important client of the firm?!"

With that, ignoring Foggy's expression, Simpson instantly switched back to an apologetic smile and turned her gaze to Luca.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Orange. As you know, these young intern lawyers always harbor some unrealistic imaginations."

Hearing this, Luca simply shrugged to indicate he didn't mind, then looked with an innocent expression at the embarrassed Foggy.

"It's quite all right. However, ever since I was kidnapped last night, I haven't had much time to check the news. What riots in Hell's Kitchen is Mr. Foggy referring to?"

Without waiting for Foggy to explain, Simpson took the initiative to speak.

"Just some insignificant gossip, that's all. But look, it's getting rather late. We still need to head back to the firm to handle this case..."

"Very well, then I must trouble you, Counselor Simpson." Luca smiled indifferently.

Seeing this, Simpson offered a slight, apologetic bow.

"Then we shall take our leave."

"Oh, by the way, if Mr. Orange requires temporary accommodation, I believe a few of my friends on the community association would be more than happy to rent their properties to you temporarily."

Luca smiled faintly, knowing this was her way of making up for Foggy's rashness moments ago.

Nonetheless, Luca didn't really care about such matters and merely smiled as he watched the two of them depart the mansion.

***

Watching the two figures leave the estate, Luca finally shook his head with a helpless sigh.

'It seems that share transfer agreement cannot be entrusted to the Land Law Firm for processing.'

With these thoughts in mind, Luca picked up the tablet beside him and began browsing the morning news.

The screen prominently displayed the headline—

[EXPLOSIVE! New York's Largest Underground Syndicate Collapses Overnight—Behold the Mastermind Who Plunged Hell's Kitchen into Endless Chaos!]

Looking at the homepage photograph of Kingpin—the emperor who once lurked in the shadows—prominently featured, the corners of Luca's mouth twitched involuntarily.

'These professional journalists really know how to sensationalize things...'

Meanwhile, Shamira, having just hung up the phone, trotted over to Luca's side, bent down, and spoke in a soft voice.

"Young master, Shield Mountain and the others have been properly settled."

Hearing this, Luca's expression remained unchanged as he gave a gentle nod.

"Let them rest for a couple of days."

Considering that the sudden presence of Squad Alpha-Reverse might raise questions, Luca had left them out of his script for the previous night.

Therefore, before arriving at the mansion, he had simply gotten out of the car early with Shamira and returned to the villa alone to deal with the police.

Now that they were settled and the greatest threat—Kingpin—was gone, Luca saw no urgent need to summon them back immediately.

"Once the dust settles in a couple of days, I'll bring them along when I go pick up my mother."

Seeing that Luca had made his decision, Shamira prepared to step back and re-engage the others by phone.

However, Luca called her back immediately.

"Oh, and Aunt Shamira, help me prepare a few more things."