"It's me. Something happened to Lucia and she needs help. She gave me her phone number. I'm heading to the King's Tavern Apartment now... yes, the place where I used to live." Jessica made a call in the car and first called her agent Frey: "Don't worry, I won't do anything, okay? I'll wait and see. If something goes wrong, I'll call the police... Sorry... Yes, I understand your concern, but if Lucia didn't do anything wrong, there's no need to do this. I'll hang up first."

After glancing at the time, she immediately called her private lawyer, Old Bert, and asked him to be prepared to go to the police station to rescue the person, and asked about some precautions when facing the police.

This call actually lasted longer.

By the time the call ended, the taxi was already approaching the King's Tavern Apartments.

Jessica paid the taxi fare and first scanned the surroundings with thermal imaging vision, while also paying attention to the spider sense. Then she walked towards the main entrance carrying the electric guitar case, and heard the sound of a fierce quarrel.

"Do not touch me!!"

This is Lucia.

"Hey, don't be like this, Lucia, I just want to talk to you, don't be so excited, okay?" A man was speaking. This voice seemed to have been heard somewhere before. Jessica recalled for a while and it seemed to be Lucia's ex-boyfriend Vadim, the captain of the Lakeside Mud Monster Band. She didn't know if he was still the same band now.

Half of his head was exposed, and a tall black figure appeared in front of him. Jessica had a deeper impression of this guy because when Lucia caught her cheating, she wanted to take away a drum set. This black man named Milo tried to stop her, but was knocked unconscious by her electric guitar because he was too arrogant.

"Lucia!"

He shouted from the doorway, and several people in front of him turned their heads.

"Jesse!" Lucia's expression lit up and she waved vigorously at Jessica. However, Ms. Drew then discovered that there was a tattooed woman lying on the floor beside the door... No, it would be more appropriate to call her a tattooed girl. Look at her hair, which was dyed green and was torn into pieces. She looked very disheveled.

You don't have to guess to know that this is the masterpiece of some energetic girl.

Apart from Lucia and the tattooed girl, there were a total of three men at the scene. Jessica also had some impression of the last one. She was the invisible man who was curled up on the bed when Lucia caught her cheating.

"It's you?!"

Vadim was still dressed like a decadent artistic young man. Before he could say anything, the black man Milo spoke first: "Hey! Look, Jesse! Jessica Drew! A big star! Huh? Let me tell you, your drummer broke our female player's bones! I knew she would call you!"

"So?" Jessica had no intention of taking off her mask: "How about I call the police for you now?"

"What? Do you want her to go to jail? It was Lucia who started the fight first! We all saw it!"

"Lucia, come and stay behind me. Don't do anything else. Shut up and wait for the police and lawyers to come." Jessica ignored Milo, waved at Lucia, and then hugged her and walked out the door: "Let's stand farther away. Tell me what happened in a low voice. I just saw someone squatting on the side of the road with a camera. They must be reporters. Watch your words and actions."

"Ah? Reporter?"

Lucia was stunned for a moment before she reacted: "Damn it, how dare that bastard bring a bitch to protest against me..."

"Are you hurt?"

Jessica was just about to tidy up Lucia's messy clothes and hair when a gray BMW sedan rushed over, honked at them, and then braked suddenly.

"Jesse! Lucia!" Agent Frey rushed out of the driver's seat: "Are you not hurt? What happened? God, Jesse, you shouldn't have come here like this! Leave it to Bert and me! I think you not only need a life assistant and a personal accountant, you also need a personal bodyguard and a public relations consultant now!"

"That's great, let's talk about it together." Ms. Drew patted Lucia on the shoulder and looked up at Vadim, Milo and the others who followed them out. Combined with the reporters who were taking secret photos outside, she felt that these guys were probably here to commit fraud. Lucia couldn't afford too much money, so it was very likely that they were coming for her and wanted to use the energetic girl to lure her out.

No, this kind of plot is too classic, isn’t it?

Whose cake did I touch again?

She felt more and more that it was wise for Madam Viper to decide not to develop her power in London. Who would have so much time to waste if they could do something to her at any time? It was much easier in Visanico. She could just swallow and extract the memory, call someone, bring a gun, and then rush over with a round of mortars, and then throw poison gas to solve all the problems.

Upon learning that there were reporters taking secret photos at the scene, Frey became even more nervous. However, he had accumulated a lot of experience from the previous trouble-making artist Crazy Maggie, so he decisively took on the role of representative and went to communicate with Vadim, Milo and others to find out their intentions.

Lucia and Jessica couldn't say anything anymore. The more they said, the more mistakes they would make. Who knew how those reporters would take their words out of context.

If you want to take my words out of context, just take mine.

These were Frey's exact words, and Ms. Drew was glad that he stood up and acted like a man at this time.

Then she saw Frey being punched head-on by Milo.

......

An hour later, in the police station lobby.

"Are you feeling better?" Jessica saw that Frey was still holding his handkerchief tightly. Thinking that he was taking the punch for her, she took the initiative to show some concern.

"fine......"

Frey's voice changed. "It was just one punch. At least we achieved our goal, didn't we?"

"Maybe they have a lawyer to post bail, too?"

Jessica glanced at Bert, the old lawyer, who was holding Lucia's hand and telling her something a few steps away. "Anyway, this mess is over. Today was really wonderful... I haven't had dinner yet."

"I'm afraid this is not over yet." Frey pointed at several reporters waiting outside the door and said, "We have to deal with these people when we go out later. We have to think about what to say. It's best not to refuse the interview directly. Damn it... We really should find a PR consultant. No, we need a PR team. I'm serious, Jesse. You will definitely encounter this kind of thing in the future. We are lucky today. That guy was provoked by me."

Covering your nose and talking is really a test of your lung capacity. He couldn't help but open his mouth to take a few breaths before continuing: "I know some people like this. If you don't mind, I can help you communicate with them in the next few days."

"Of course. Thank you very much." Jessica picked up her electric guitar case. "The reporters are here for me. I'll go deal with them. You're not in a good condition to appear on camera. Just go and drive. Tell Old Bert and Lucia to wait for a while. Come out when you see my signal."

"Don't talk too much!" Frey was worried.

"Don't worry!"

Come on, I was a reporter in my previous life, don’t I understand what these reporters want to do?

"Ms. Drew!"

"Ms. Drew!" As soon as she walked out of the door, flashes and shutters started to sound. The reporter didn't ask if she was willing to be interviewed. Instead, he put the microphone in front of Jessica and said, "I heard that this incident is related to debt and emotional disputes. What is the truth?"

"It is a pity that things have developed to this point. Violence will only bring more misfortune." Jessica put the half-person-high electric guitar case in front of her and used it as a shield to separate herself from the reporters. "The police are currently investigating."

"So what is the truth? Did you hit anyone?"

"I think the key is reflection. Just like what I said in my song, I hope everyone can stop using violence to resolve conflicts and problems." Ms. Drew clasped her hands together with a sincere look on her face. She turned around and motioned for Old Bert and Lucia in the police station lobby to come out. "And what happened today has exhausted us all. I am very grateful that the officers were able to arrive at the scene in time. I am afraid I don't have more energy to answer you. Let's leave it at that for tonight, okay?"

"Jessica! So why did you conflict with them?!"

"Ms. Drew! Wait a minute!"

"Please be considerate of Lucia, she is injured, everyone, she needs some space." Jessica directly picked up the electric guitar case and placed it on the side to block the microphone. She found that this thing was really useful as a shield.

The few of them ignored the reporters' questions and got into their agent Frey's BMW.

"These guys!"

Frey stepped on the clutch and shifted gears, driving the car onto the road. He waited until all the reporters surrounding the car disappeared, then he slapped the steering wheel hard: "I have to see what tomorrow's newspaper says. Damn it, I have to find out who set this trap against us. I hope this won't affect your performance plan at the Brit Awards..."

"In short, you two girls should stay calm and be careful when speaking in public. It's best not to attend any unfamiliar parties during this period." Old Bert took off his glasses and took out a rag from his pocket. "Fortunately, your plan worked this time, Frey. Now both of us have guns in our hands, so they dare not do anything reckless."

"The point is that Jesse controlled herself." Frey shook his head: "I don't even dare to think about what would happen if she hit someone or was hit. It would be a disaster."

"Are you ok?"

Jessica didn't join the conversation between the two men. She was more concerned about Lucia: "Does it still hurt?"

"Thank you."

Lucia shook her head, looking a little frustrated: "Did I cause you any trouble?"

"This time it doesn't count. They specifically asked reporters to squat and take pictures, just targeting me." Jessica touched her head: "But I do hope that you can think carefully before you do it next time. Can you bear the consequences of your behavior? After all, you are an adult, and I won't be in London every time."

"I just..." Lucia mumbled for a while: "I'm sorry..."

"Okay, girl, it's over. Now it's a relatively ideal result. I guess the other party won't dare to bring this matter to court." Old Bert, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "Did those reporters give you any trouble, Jesse? When I came out, I heard them asking you why you hit someone."

"No, I didn't answer their questions directly." Jessica sat back, opened her guitar case, took out a book and started reading: "Reporters like to make assumptions to provoke and disturb you, to guide you to admit or deny. No matter how you answer, they have room to maneuver. So I didn't answer. I just emphasized my point of view, opposing violence and strengthening reflection, and I was really tired today."

"...A smart move, isn't it?"

Old Bert raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to Frey who was driving.

"You know, you just sounded like a civil servant in the British government. They like to talk like that." Freddy finished his words and laughed with old Bert.

I learned it from your British political satire TV series.

Jessica curled her lips and continued reading.