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
Seeing the fist punching towards him, Ernest just couldn't dodge.How the hell could he move away from that gangster as he had never learned martial arts? That guy was twice bigger than him, and it was too fast for him to hide that punch!Ernest closed his eyes as the fist was closer and closer—fck, his nose would be bleeding!!!Thump!“Oww…”And as expected, Ernest got punched in his nose. He was knocked back for a few steps while an excruciating pain started transmitted from the nose to all over his body.Ernest felt like his nose was about to fall off his face. It was unpleasant as he had uncontrollably shed tears, but a dimmed vision didn't stop him from seeing that his nose was bleeding.Both of his hands were full of blood.Ernest tried to wipe it, but his nose was now a broken faucet with blood dripping without control.Fck, so he was punched?The man who had just broken Ernest's nose screamed at him. “Go fight back, kid! You can come here all alone to save Olly The Otter but y
Ernest had never expected that one day he would be super excited in fighting, especially when there was an entire gang of big dudes charging towards him.As an orphan, Ernest had lived his life in a poor orphanage… You think he had fought like a beast to win food from the others?No, because that orphanage had been too poor, there had been just two volunteers and just one kid named Ernest Eswaranski.That's why he didn't know how to fight. Actually he was worried about violence…Now, looking at the big opponents, Ernest’s smile became bigger. Then he put his right leg backwards, running into the fight.“That's it! That's it! Just come here, all of you! The game has commenced!”“Ha ha ha!”Ernest heard himself laughing in excitement.He saw himself raising both his arms to grasp a tattooed guy's arm and break it with a loud crackling sound.Then Ernest stepped forward to dodge a slash as if it was just a ballet dance, kicking at the sword owner’s wrist and taking the weapon.Ernest did