Davis had been involved in the underworld for the past few years.
After Raymond's death, he indulged in a life of debauchery, spending the wealth his brother left behind and hanging out with his crew.
Before Fiss died, the godfather still had some control over Davis.
But after Fiss was gone, there was no one left to restrain him.
He didn't listen to Budman at all and eventually blocked his number, cutting off all contact.
If he had continued to live like that, burning through money at a fast pace, he still would have had enough left to enjoy another ten or so years of pleasure.
However, at that time, Old K found him.
Old K was the new boss who had taken over Fiss's gang—the same guy who once lit Ethan's cigarette.
The reason he sought out Davis was for his money. He wanted Davis to invest in a big job—smuggling a batch of leaves from Mexico.
Old K described the profits as incredibly lucrative, handling both transportation and sales himself, making it seem like Davis only needed to put in money to reap huge returns.
Coincidentally, Davis had been planning to open a bar but didn't have enough cash, so he and Old K hit it off immediately, investing most of his money into the deal.
The first job went smoothly. The leaves from Mexico sold out quickly, tripling Davis's investment.
This easy money got him hooked. He realized opening a bar wouldn't make nearly as much profit, so he fully committed to working with Old K, making a fortune through smuggling.
The two expanded their operations, each job getting bigger.
Seeing how lucrative the business was, Davis even sold his mansion and car, going all in to make a huge score.
Then, disaster struck.
They got into a conflict with another Black gang in New York.
Old K's low prices had stolen customers from the Black gang, causing them significant losses.
One night, the rival gang ambushed one of Old K's supply routes and stole the entire shipment.
That single loss wiped out both Davis and Old K.
A full-scale gang war erupted.
Even Davis led his crew in ambushing their enemies.
The fighting dragged on for months, with casualties on both sides and multiple strongholds destroyed.
They eventually managed to steal back their shipment, but someone tipped off the police, leading to the entire supply being confiscated.
With their operation ruined, Davis and Old K were completely broke.
Enraged, the two decided to retaliate, personally executing several leaders from the rival gang and seizing a significant stash of leaves.
After selling it off, they managed to recover some losses.
Just as they were about to press forward, Old K was gunned down at his home one night.
Davis escaped because he wasn't home that night—he was at his girlfriend Arcadia's place.
Yes, the same Black girl who once held a gun to Ethan's head.
With Old K dead, the gang fell apart.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Davis gathered his remaining loyal men and negotiated with the rival gang. His fearless attitude finally secured an agreement on their respective distribution territories.
From then on, Davis became the new boss, leading the gang in the leaf trade.
If things had continued that way, Davis might have become a major drug lord, only to eventually be arrested and thrown in prison after making his fortune.
But fate had other plans.
One day, his girlfriend Arcadia got into an altercation and shot a man in the leg.
That man turned out to be the son of a New York Supreme Court judge.
As a result, the police launched a full-scale investigation into Davis, eventually uncovering everything.
They intercepted one of his gang's shipments, seized the goods, and arrested a large number of members.
As for Davis, a warrant was issued for his arrest.
He had no choice but to go on the run. But escaping New York was no easy task. Desperate, he thought of Ethan and went to wait outside Norton Eye's offices.
After listening to the story, Ethan smirked. "What about Arcadia?"
"She's fine, just locked up," Davis explained. "The court will probably give her a few years."
Ethan rubbed his chin. That girl really was Davis's bad luck charm.
Raymond's death had been because of the people Arcadia lured in.
Now, Davis was on the run because of her again.
Turns out, not all femme fatales are beautiful.
"So, what's your plan now?" Ethan's hand remained near his gun. He wasn't about to leave his fate up to chance—he had to control the situation.
"My plan… It failed. Let me leave, how about that?" Davis raised his hands. Years of violence had changed him—he was no longer the reckless kid he once was. He had learned to stay calm.
Ethan nodded noncommittally but didn't lower his gun.
"Maybe you can do something for me," Ethan suddenly said. "Overseas."
"What is it?" Davis frowned.
"No rush. You'll know soon enough." Ethan didn't elaborate. The two of them continued sitting by the ocean, letting the wind blow past.
Not long after, two cars sped toward them and screeched to a halt in front of Ethan.
Several burly men stepped out, all carrying guns, looking dangerous.
Davis initially thought they were cops coming to arrest him. Instinctively, he reached for his gun.
But Ethan waved him off. "Don't move, Davis. They're my guys."
"Your guys?" Davis clenched his jaw, hesitating for a moment before ultimately deciding not to draw his weapon.
On one hand, he knew Ethan wouldn't go through all this trouble just to set him up. On the other hand, five loaded guns were pointing at him—resisting meant certain death.
He might be reckless, but he wasn't stupid.
The men quickly restrained him, put a hood over his head, and shoved him into a car.
What Davis didn't see was the man sitting in the passenger seat—Tom, the one responsible for Fiss's death.
Once Davis was secured, Tom approached Ethan's car.
"Let him handle that matter," Ethan instructed while driving.
"He looks tougher than before," Tom remarked.
"No, what I value isn't that," Ethan said. "It's that he has nothing to do with us. I don't want anyone tracing this back to me."
"Harvey Weinstein is deeply entrenched in Hollywood. If he finds a target, he'll definitely pull some dirty tricks."
"But if that target is nothing but thin air—a fugitive with nothing to lose—he won't have anywhere to strike."
"Got it."
"Make sure Davis doesn't have anything suspicious on him, then arrange a smuggling route for him. I want confirmation that he arrives in the Philippines in three days."
"Understood."
Davis was taken to a secluded location.
When the hood was removed, he found himself in the living room of an unfamiliar villa.
"Go take a shower, buddy," a Black bodyguard patted him on the back with a grin.
Davis didn't resist and walked straight into the bathroom. He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.
When he finished washing and came out, he found that his clothes had been taken away and replaced with a brand-new hoodie.
Going along with the situation, Davis put it on, tugged at his collar, and walked out of the bathroom.
"Here, have a drink." In the living room, Ethan was holding a glass of beer, offering it to Davis.
"What do you want me to do?" Davis leaned back against the soft sofa. It had been a long time since he felt this relaxed. Although this wasn't his territory, at least here, he didn't have to worry about being shot.
"It's simple. Help me find someone in the Philippines." Ethan handed over a photo.
The picture showed a beautiful woman with a decent figure, though she had a slightly fearful expression.
"Your mistress? Or did she steal your money and run away?" Davis asked directly.
"No, no, no." Ethan swirled his glass of beer. "She has nothing to do with me, but she has something to do with my enemy."
"I see, so you want to kidnap her and use her to threaten your enemy?" Davis thought he had guessed Ethan's intentions.
But Ethan shook his head again. "Don't overthink it, Davis. I'm not a gangster. Why would I kidnap someone? This woman, Ambera, has evidence of my enemy's crimes. However, her previous attempts to fight back failed. Understand? Strictly speaking, she's actually my partner."
"So I should treat her gently?"
"No, you just need to find her for me. The Philippines is chaotic, and I'll provide you with financial support."
"So I can leave New York?"
"Of course."
Davis took a deep breath. "I'll be back."
Ethan took a sip of his drink. "That's none of my business. As long as you're not afraid of getting arrested by the NYPD."
"Alright. Oh, by the way, can you help get Arcadi out?"
Ethan shrugged. "What do you think I am? The court isn't run by me. And besides, this is a separate deal—you help me find someone, I help you escape. That's fair, buddy."
"You're right." Davis nodded thoughtfully. "You're absolutely right, Ethan. Deal."
"You'll receive everything you need in the next two days." Ethan clinked his glass with Davis's, then stood up. "The rest will be discussed once you're out of here."
After leaving everything in Davis's hands, Ethan walked out of the villa and got into his car.
Harvey Weinstein had been exerting influence over the past two years—on one hand, making big wins at the Oscars, and on the other, suppressing Bernays & Co PR.
Fortunately, Ethan had found his weak spot: that model who fled the U.S., Ambera—the one who had once accused Harvey of sexual harassment.
As long as he found this woman, he'd have the best weapon to use against Harvey.
Ethan tapped his knee, staring at the scenery outside the window, deep in thought.
A week later, Davis successfully left New York and, with a new passport, boarded a sightseeing cruise, leaving the United States in broad daylight.
In two days, he would arrive in the Philippines to begin searching for Ambera.
Meanwhile, Ethan carried on as usual, showing no public conflict with Harvey and even attending a party at Harvey's new villa.
"Hello! Ethan! Wow, what an honor!" When Ethan arrived at the villa, Harvey, the host, immediately cheered excitedly.
"Wow!" The models and young starlets around him also cheered along.
Ethan smiled, greeting them and shaking Harvey's hand.
"See?" Harvey, already flushed from drinking, raised his glass. "I told you—there's no one in Hollywood I can't invite!"
"That's right, Harvey, you really are amazing." The young women around him showered him with flattery, clinging to his arm as if they wanted to merge into his body.
"Come on, Ethan, have a drink!" Harvey shoved a glass of red wine into Ethan's hand without waiting for a response, then dragged him over to the poolside.
The pool was filled with bikini-clad women, their bodies wet and shimmering under the blue lights of the pool.
Ethan sat on the sofa, watching as Harvey, the old lecher, squeezed a woman's backside and whistled flirtatiously. He narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just then, a heavily made-up girl approached, wrapping her arms around Ethan's. "Big director, do you have any roles suitable for me? I'm willing to do anything for a part."
"Anything?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
The girl straightened her chest. "Of course. Any position you want."
"Hmm, let me think. How about this—try reaching behind your back and touching your belly button. If you can do it, I'll give you a role. How about that?" Ethan suggested.
The girl froze. She looked at her rather full figure and hesitated. "I'll try."
She twisted her arm around her back, trying to touch her belly button. But unfortunately, her body wasn't particularly flexible, and her waist wasn't slim enough, so she failed.
"Ethan, how about a different pose? I can do splits and dance." The girl was unwilling to give up and tried to persuade Ethan to change the challenge.
Her actions attracted the attention of the other girls, who immediately crowded around. "Can I try, director?"
"Of course, go ahead." Ethan smiled, agreeing.
The girls quickly twisted their arms behind their backs. That was when they realized that this position, which sounded simple, was actually quite difficult. They needed a very slim waist and long arms to succeed.
But some managed to do it. After several attempts, three girls successfully touched their belly buttons.
"Congratulations. Contact this number." Ethan handed out three business cards.
"Ahhh!" The girls, thinking he was just joking, screamed in excitement when they realized he was serious.
The commotion caught Harvey's attention. He came over and said, "Look, our big director is really creative. How about we hold a competition? Let's see who can touch the other side of their belly button. The winner will get a role from me too."
"Great!" The girls with slim waists were thrilled.
"Oh no, can we do a different pose?" The curvier girls were heartbroken.
But no matter what they said, Harvey ignored them and immediately announced the start of the contest.
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