George Lu suffered from insomnia for several days holding the list. His eyes were black and blue, and he was so dazed that he could hit the door while walking.

The image of an aloof artist was completely ruined by the red and swollen bumps. Harakami glanced at his forehead several times in the morning, watching him solemnly scribbling on the paper without taking off the cap of his pen, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you okay?

Bar?"

George Lu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head pretending to be nonchalant. When his eyes fell on the uncapped pen in his hand, his expression showed some embarrassment.

When he was lost in thought, his powerful strokes left deep marks on the thick manuscript paper. After subconsciously identifying them, George Lu's face became even more ugly.

On the top, horizontally and vertically, there are iron painted silver hooks, neatly arranged, and all of them have the three characters "Chen Zhenxiao".

Harakami sighed and heard the lawyer team report: "No progress."

This was an unknown number of times, and the legal team even traveled to and from Bay Island several times for this purpose. The last time, they even received a threatening letter slipped through the door of the hotel they were staying at.

Haragata opened the envelope and found four large characters boldly printed on the paper——

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

"Too arrogant." The lawyer's voice was trembling with anger. "It's really too arrogant. What do you mean? Just stuff it into the crack of the hotel door. Do you want to tell us that they have grasped our whereabouts? This is obviously

threaten!"

George Lu smiled helplessly: "This is their old trick. I used to..."

It was because he was so ignorant that he was intercepted by a group of gangsters in an alley while running. He was beaten to a bloody head, his internal organs were damaged, and he suffered multiple fractures. The gangsters were finally caught by the police and bitten

This is a personal grudge between them and George Lu. Even if he knew who was behind it, George Lu could not do anything.

"The hotel surveillance only captured a man riding a motorcycle. He was wearing very tight clothes and didn't even show his face." The lawyer was helpless. "There is no evidence to accept the police report. For personal safety, we may have to slow down our schedule in the near future.

Already."

"That's right." Harakami folded the piece of paper, pondered for a moment, and finally said, "You go back and send a lawyer's letter directly to Universal Entertainment in the name of Harakami Studio."

He originally wanted to go directly to judicial proceedings without negotiating with Universal Entertainment, but now it seems that the other party's power is obviously greater than he imagined.

After seeing off the legal team, he was silent for a while at the door, and then heard George Lu say: "Can it really succeed? Otherwise... let's forget it."

Turning his head, Yuan Shang caught the flash of despair on George Lu's face.

Facing his disapproving look, George Lu could only smile bitterly: "Isn't it? What they said is right, we are really overestimating our capabilities... We spend so much energy, and we don't know if we can win after going through the judicial process.

To put it another way, even if we win, to Universal..."

It won't have any impact on the world at all.

I think of the world that almost collapsed when I was young, of the life I carried with me every moment in the decades that followed, of my running around, of my hatred, of how much I have worked hard, but in the end I am afraid I can only change

Returning a small amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for me.

Maybe there will be "justice"? But with his global influence and his almost transparent presence to the public, will anyone really care about this "justice" except himself?

He put down the stack of paper with deep marks carved by the pen cap, and recalled the information about Chen Zhenxiao he had found on the Internet.

This was a person who left a profound mark in his life. He came with great vigor and left with heartache.

The youthful years of working together for dreams is still a scene he often dreams about at midnight. In the yellowed fragments like old photos, two energetic young people once walked side by side from elementary school to university. The picture is so clear,

Chen Zhenxiao's youthful face was blurred. After all, they hadn't seen each other for so long. George Lu never searched for information about the other party after breaking off contact. The last time they met was at the hospital.
Chapter completed!