Ernest's words had stopped all Dean's effort. Dean looked at his new master who had just taken control of the Silver Skull Gang for less than twelve hours, and undeniably, he couldn't say a word.Ernest was right.If Dean had agreed that Ernest was his young master, then he should believe in Ernest's capability instead of telling him to leave.“My apologies.” As Dean bent his head and stepped backwards, Ernest came closer to Frankie and her friends.Frankie looked at Ernest’s emotionless eyes, and she suddenly slid back to hide herself behind her friend for no reason.She didn't know why, but her instinct had started warning her about a danger that she had to avoid.“What do you want to do?” She shouted with a trembling voice. “You can't beat me in public! Everyone is recording everything you do now! You'll be arrested!”Frankie's face turned pale. She was drowned in her own fear, but in the others’ eyes, it's the terror of a poor woman towards a devilish employer.Some women immedia

As the debate was going on in the front of Michael's studio, an old man was walking slowly in confusion.He was lost.Of course, the man was not too old and weak to forget the right way to his destination, as he could walk fast despite his white hair.He had just forgot to recharge his phone after a long night of scolding his student on phone.His student, a talented student of the National Film Academy whom he had been proud for years, now became his headache.For God's sake, he couldn't help but scolding his student, because that kid had refused such a great film project and joined another unknown crew!Dammit!The fire of anger had engulfed his wisdom, and now he had to ask for help from a passer-by to find his stupid student.“Excuse me! Do you mind telling me how to get to the Durkheim Studio?”The woman was holding her phone and watching something. She looked up at the man, pointing at the crowd not so far from them. “See that crowd? That's the Durkheim Studio.”The man raised h

Ernest didn't say loudly, but it's enough for all the people there to hear.The crowd instantly became so excited after Ernest’s words. That's it! They're there to see arguments, and what's the point of using terms which they didn't know?No matter the result, those two were talking about a film, right? Why didn't they just act?Some people shouted. “Let’s compete! If you all are actors, just show your capability!”“Yes! Show off your skill!”Dylan looked at Ernest's eyes. The young man was staring back at him with no hesitation, full of patience.Dylan's instinct told him that there might be something abnormal, and Ernest was an ingenious fox waving his tail, patiently waiting for the prey to jump into the trap himself.But how could it be possible? Ernest Eswaranski didn't even know how to write a standard film manuscript, let alone acting. How could he challenge Dylan—an alumnus from the National Film Academy?Unlike Kelvin, Dylan had joined a few projects and he was gaining a fanb

Ernest had realized lots of things after gaining a new life with the help of the system.That was, if you didn't know something, then pretended as if you knew that, and run before someone realized that you knew nothing.Thanks to that rule, Ernest had successfully spent one million dollars, and survived after a hellish night in a gangster den.Ernest actually didn't know what the heck Dylan was talking about, but it didn't matter.Now he continued to follow his crucial rule by curving his lips in such a haughty way mixed with a bit disdain, glancing at Dylan.“I hope that we won't meet each other again, in such a meaningless circumstance.”Dylan felt like it was a bad slap on his face. He remembered how confident he had been, as well as those provoking words he had said.Ernest didn't repeat them, but it didn't mean that he didn't care, just that Dylan didn't deserve for Ernest to say something else.For the first time ever, Dylan realized that Ernest was actually in a completely diff

Needless to say, Ernest’s sudden action was a bomb throwing into all the people there. Olly, the middle-aged man, a notorious gang head who had gone through innumerable bloody fights in the underworld, now had just experienced what people called ‘terror’. The long lost young master had nearly jumped off this building, and he couldn't even imagine that the reason was that Ernest couldn't buy the headquarters! He looked at Ernest still standing there with anger and despair, and Olly couldn't hold back his fury, which Paul and his Dragon Flame Gang couldn't provoke. The flame of anger had engulfed Olly’s wisdom. He didn't understand what Ernest was thinking. Why the fck did Ernest want to jump off the building? Just because that he couldn't buy his own property? No, it's too silly and ridiculous to be an answer. Was Ernest looking down on them—the Silver Skull Gang? Did he think that this place and those people didn't deserve to serve him, so that it's utterly shameful to in