“Okay, so you're Margaret Mitchell, the only daughter of the Founder and CEO of Mitchell Entertainment, right?” Ernest repeated again.“Yeah,” Margaret raised her eyebrows, “my father can decide the fate of your damn stupid film crew by just a single call for his subordinate. You’d better kneel on your knees and beg for my forgiveness!”Margaret’s voice was high-pitched, and after years of being a wealthy young lady, her expression was somewhat powerful to the listeners. But this time, the listener was Ernest, who was even smirking at her.“If showing your name only was enough for me to beg for your pardon, then, do you know who you're facing now, Miss Margaret Mitchell?” Ernest went back to the desk, hand picking up the thick notebook, slowly pulling the broken nails off the cover.“Hah, don't kidding me,” Margaret smirked, “Who the hell can you be? The president’s son? Or some billionaire’s secret child?”Ernest just smiled in silence as if he found her words utterly naive and ridic
Ernest just needed a second to notice that Yvonne was ready, or even excited to punch at the hoodie girl again. But, Ernest screamed in his mind, he just wanted Yvonne to be a fake secretary, and her bruised eyes wouldn't be paid, okay?Scammers must have their own limit!With the fastest speed of his life, Ernest stood up, interrupting Margaret.“Margaret Mitchell, this is the final warning.”Ernest was no longer smiling. He stood up, staring at Margaret with a freezing look containing no relaxation. Margaret looked back at him, and for some unnamed reason, she thought she was facing a furious predator with blade-sharp claws ready to cut off her throat, not a chilling guy anymore.She gulped down her saliva. “W-what?”“Stop talking like an idiot and get out of this place.” Ernest pointed at the door while his voice was lower and lower. He emphasized every single word. “We will talk later about your father's silly contract, but now you have to leave before it's too late. And I can pro
Not seeing any reaction from Margaret made Ernest nervous a bit. His fingers knocked on the table as his brain started thinking of some problems behind the confident expression, mostly about… holy fck.Threatening didn't work in this case? How the hell could Margaret be so tough? She didn't scare? Fck!What would he do now after threatening? He didn't dare to punch anyone, if Margaret really wanted a fight, should he stand up and punch her?Would anyone call the police after that? Would Ernest be arrested?But he was pretending to be a super-duper scary guy! He had threatened to break her bones and then he didn't do so? What a ridiculous thing it would be!Fck!He had to ask for Yvonne’s help!“Yvonnie?”“I’ll go! I'll leave this damn film crew! Don't act as if I really need to work here, dammit! I will sue you all!” Right at the moment Ernest called Yvonne, Margaret suddenly shouted.She stood up, taking her bag—which had been left on the table for a while—and heading to the door.“B
But right at the moment Ernest was about to be slapped, Michael's voice had saved him.“Harry! Don't be rude!” With the fastest speed in his life, Michael stopped his friend Harry and pulled him away from Ernest as if something disastrous would happen once the hand landed on Ernest’s face.Harry looked at Michael with bewilderment. “Why do you stop me, Michael?” “Apology, Harry!” Michael growled with a low voice.“This young kid is trying to destroy our project, Michael!” Harry pointed at Ernest, showing unhidden anger in his staring eyes. “Have you forgotten innumerable sleepless nights to write your plans? Days of asking for an investment? Why are you telling me to apologize to him?”Michael’s hand grasped into a fist. Harry was his good friend, but now he just wanted to open Harry's skull to see what was inside.Why didn't Harry realize who he was facing?Standing not so far, Ernest could feel how furious Harry was. If Harry didn't understand why Michael forced him to apologize, n
When people were discussing him, Ernest was facing another problem.“What do you say, Yvonnie?” Ernest asked in confusion, not even realizing that Yvonne was waving for a taxi right in front of his eyes.“I say, I'm not gonna be in such things anymore.” Yvonne, now no longer a cold-hearted secretary, scratched her blonde hair, “It’s no fun. And that girl, you see, she was about to punch me! Now you tell me to be there, without salary, and sometimes I have to face some unknown danger?”The taxi appeared far away in the road, heading to the street where Ernest and Yvonne were standing. Yvonne waved her hand to draw the driver's attention, but Ernest had held her wrist.“But I have already chased her away, and there is no danger at all.” Ernest opened his eyes so wide to make everything more trustworthy, but Yvonne understood him too well to be deceived.She looked at his hand, then used the other hand to take every single finger off her wrist, not even looking at Ernest.Of course Ernes
“DADDY!!!”The high-noted voice echoing from the garage drew the attention of all the maids, manservants, and butlers in the Mitchell Mansion, showing the clearest message to all of them.The young proud lady Margaret had gone back home.And she was in a terrible state.As if it was a warning signal, most of the maids who were cleaning Margaret's room started working as fast as they could, trying not to be scolded or even beaten by her.The others who worked in the kitchen were no better. They had to recheck everything in their sights, because Margaret would order some dessert, and would fire some of them once she found a stain of dust.They had to fear, because it had actually happened, though it's unimaginable, and her father—Mr. Adam Mitchell just spoiled her without thinking about what his daughter had done.But this time, expensive dessert was no longer her concern.“Where is my father?” Margaret asked the butler while glancing all over the living room and found that her father w
Though Ernest himself had arrived there just in fifteen minutes, he actually didn't know what Kaselline Alley was. Three years of working as a shipper only taught him about wandering all over the streets with slang names to deliver some packages… that he wouldn't want to know what's inside.For instance, we got Three Bucks Alley, which meant you only needed three dollars to hire a guy and beat someone.Virgin Street, Big Bird Square were for adults (of course teenagers were also welcome) to experience something that adults only could do.And what did all the things above mean?Three Bucks Alley had another legal name called Kaselline, and Ernest had just known about that after sacrificing his precious five Living Days.A new secretary? A building for work? Why the hell did the system lead Ernest to the alley for gangsters? He wasn't there asking for an ear cut off from Margaret Mitchell’s body!But there's no time for him to hesitate anymore.His appearance had attracted some attenti
“Who are you?”A voice echoed in Ernest's ears. He followed the sound, seeing a slim guy with a dragon tattoo on his arm sitting on a chair and looking back at him.The other men, all of whom were all tattooed, stepped aside when that man said. They stopped beating the ‘thing’ on the floor, but still holding their weapons, some suspicious dark fluid dropping, drop by drop. The only electric bulb wasn't enough for Ernest to see those people's faces, but it was enough for him to realize one thing.Holy fck, he was fooled to enter an entire crime scene! A gang was killing someone and Ernest had just opened the door to see everything!!!God killed the big guy out there! Why the hell did he lead Ernest to this place? Why???Fck, had they just killed that man? That person didn't move at all! Fck, Ernest had to leave! He might be dead tomorrow, but it didn't mean that he wanted to be their next victim!Ernest thought so, and his legs stepped backwards.“I'm just, err,” he replied with the la
The harmony atmosphere immediately froze after Ernest’s words.Now not only Paul, but also the others who were following after Ernest were shocked to the point their expressions couldn't be calm for a moment.They all stared at Ernest as if he was a monster, some started to be so cautious, and even Terrence was ready to take Ernest down anytime.As a vampire, Ernest knew that, because those intense looks were too hard to ignore.But he didn't stop walking into the nightclub, and even smiled with the bartender, who was his acquaintance but now not knowing him.“One Manhattan, more ice, thanks.”Then he looked back at Paul and his subordinates. They're still silent as if they're waiting for a command from PaulMaybe killing Ernest, caging him to ask how he got all that information, or just considering if they could take down that young monster.However, the commander, Paul, was thinking of those, all at once, and he didn't know what to do with Ernest at the moment.Illegal activities we
Ten minutes after using the system’s Vampire State to threaten Paul and the Dragon Flame Gang, Ernest had successfully been brought to their hidden business structure. Paul drove his old car, slowly leading Ernest to go through lots of narrow alleys, then a few empty streets which were full of old, abandoned houses, before the terrible scenes in front of Ernest’s eyes turned into a crowded street. It was midnight, but this street was still lively with neon lights, people going back and forth, and irritating EDM music echoing from speakers at both sides. Since turning into a vampire, Ernest was allergic to light, even if it's artificial. He didn't have time to locate where the destination was, but the old car had stopped, and Paul's voice echoed in the strained atmosphere. “Here we come.” Paul said, slightly sighed before leaving the car. “One of our important facilities, Dreambound Nightclub.” Ernest opened the car door. And for no reason, he narrowed his eyes at the fancy bu
Obviously, Dean and the Silver Skull Gang weren't the only ones who started to be afraid of Ernest, but the ones standing next to Ernest in the Dragon Flame Gang also looked at him with caution.Of course Ernest himself didn't know that, because he was already over the moon after completing the second task despite… no, thanks to his dead situation.If he wasn't dead and turning into a vampire, how the hell could he threaten those people that he would kill all of them?And if he couldn't threaten them, how could they choose to sell their gang to survive?Ernest knew that it's unkind to threaten the others, but he would be completely dead if he hadn't done so.God knew how Ernest, a totally ordinary person, had struggled to survive amongst gangsters.However, the film crew had taught Ernest one thing that buying was just the beginning of everything.He looked at Paul, then Terrence, and Jack, as well as their subordinates whom Ernest just punched once to defeat.Then Ernest smiled with
At the other side, Olivia was at the headquarters, taking care of the sick Olly and waiting for the news in anxiety as time passed.“Why didn't Dean call us even once?” Olly asked.He slowly walked to the door, trying to turn his eyes at the distant gate, which was recognisable in the dark, thanks to the lights.He had been walking back and forth for the tenth time, and the longer he waited, the more nervous he was. And for the first time ever, Olly hated this mansion’s huge area.It was too big to see anything from there, especially at night.Olivia brought a warm tea cup to Olly, looking at his narrowed eyebrows.She understood why, because even Olivia herself was nervous that Ernest could be injured or something. But she couldn't let the currently injured boss stand there and waited for some news.Thinking so, Olivia sighed.“Boss, you shouldn't be too nervous about the young master. He was safe after the kidnapping, wasn't he? Now he has our subordinates with him, as well as Dean
At first, Ernest didn't believe in what he heard. He slowly turned back to see a man with the head almost fully bandaged—the consequence of taking so many hard punches at once.His figure didn't look like someone who would sell something, it was more similar to a desperate man begging for money so that he could heal his injuries.Ernest asked back. “Pardon?”Then Paul, the bandaged man, took a deep breath, claimed.“I say, we agree to sell this gang to you.” Noticing that Ernest was still emotionless as if he didn't give a damn about this negotiation anymore, Paul repeated louder. “Ernest Eswaranski, we accept your deal.”“We are ready to sell this gang to you, and we can discuss this.”Ernest heard that, and he wasn't the only one to hear this clearly.When Ernest was still confused, thinking that he had just gone through a beautiful hallucination, a loud, angry voice had torn off the silent atmosphere.“Boss! What are you doing? What have you just said?!”Terrence, the loyal guardia
Like what those people had expected, Ernest turned to Jack with a smile.Dean looked at him with caution. Fck, his young master was crazy again.Now, after shouting to show his attitude, Jack started to regret it, especially when he saw Ernest's smile. That bastard had smiled so friendly when he pushed Jack out of the window, and now he smiled again!!!“I mean-” Jack opened his mouth with an effort to fix his mistake before Ernest came and threw him from the sixth floor to the ground, but Ernest had interrupted him.“Why are you always blaming others while you're the one who conducted the crime, Jack?”He stood up.Jack’s face, which had slowly returned to normal, was now bloodless again. What was Ernest doing? Was Jack about to be killed? What should he do now!?Even Dean and his subordinates from the Silver Skull Gang were ready to stop Ernest once he held Jack's collar and threw that man to the ground, let alone Paul.But Ernest just stopped a few steps away from Jack, staring at
“Impossible!”Paul felt like he could pass out anytime. He shouted, trying to figure out if he was in his nightmare, but his head was literally painful, continuously reminding him that it was reality.Ernest narrowed his eyebrows.“Why not?”“Ernest Eswaranski, I know that it's our fault for kidnapping you, and I understand that you want a proper compensation from me.” Paul sat back on his bed to keep his body stable. “But I can't sell my gang!”“How could you come up with such a rude offer?”Jack, who stood with two Silver Skull Gang members guarded at both sides, added.“The boss is right!” He shouted. “Ernest Eswaranski, you are exaggerating everything!”Paul had a bad premonition when Jack opened his mouth. What the fck was he thinking of?This building was all surrounded, with more than half of the subordinates defeated by that monster! How the fck could this man blame those invaders so bravely?Paul growled.“JACK!!!”But obviously, it couldn't stop Jack from running towards dea
When Paul first heard the noise of the sudden attack at his gang’s headquarters, he had thought that it was just a joke.He laid on the bed with all his face covered, one broken arm bandaged well, and a dizzy mind after leaving the ICU room, which had partially stopped his mind.“Huh? You said who?”He looked at his subordinates, asking with a slow voice.And the man answered him, huffing and puffing after running from the first floor to the sixth—where Paul was resting.“Ernest Eswaranski! Boss, it was a guy from the Silver Skull Gang!”The subordinate opening the door was Jack.While the chaos was worse and worse, he had a bad premonition that Ernest would punch him dead once he caught him again. But he couldn't die right in the base of his gang!Kidnapping? Yes, Jack took charge of catching Ernest and Kelvin to cut off Ernest’s arm, but he was fine after all, wasn't he?He even knocked all his subordinates in the abandoned house, and Jack didn't ask for an apology!Why did Ernest t
“Young master…” Hearing Ernest's words, Dean immediately tried to stop him.“I said, don't worry. I'll stop everything, you just need to stay here.” Ernest smiled, then headed to the fighting chaos.When turning back at Dean, Ernest heard Dean asking from his back with a nervous voice. “But young master, do you know how to deal with them?”Ernest smiled. That's a good question for asking a teen who had attached to the system a few days ago.Of course he didn't.Right at that moment, a guy rushed to him. Ernest didn't have time to see what he looked like but the fist had come in advance.Ernest didn't have time to react, but his body had moved. He raised his fist, punching at the opponent’s belly.The guy stopped for a moment, then falling on the ground, right in front of the others’ eyes.They had heard Dean screaming Ernest’s identity, and now, seeing how Ernest defeated one of their allies in such an effortless way, they automatically stepped back.The title ‘young master' was well-