Now, looking at the huge skull tattoo through Ernest’s tattered shirt, Paul didn't pay attention to his subordinates anymore.His face turned pale. Some memories showed up in his mind, and suddenly Paul had a bad premonition that… everything would end there.In the gangsters’ world, the tattoo pattern wasn't something you could choose on your own, especially when you decided to join a gang or establish your own title.The most popular pattern was animals. Lowest of them was the centipede tattoo. Then we got the eagle tattoo for someone who was in a bit higher position. Next was the tiger.And the highest position for the most powerful gangs was dragon, and Paul's Dragon Flame Gang was an example.But it didn't mean that gangsters could choose animal patterns only.Paul had heard that Olly's Silver Skull Gang didn't follow the common rule of the underworld. Their tattoo pattern was a skull, and according to a saying, the bigger the skull was, the stronger the gangster was.Paul hadn't
Ernest looked at Paul, glancing at the muzzle which was still on his forehead, then a notification appeared in front of his eyes.[Ting!][Situation confirmed. The “I Am Your Father” effect reactivated in the next 3 seconds!]Not letting Paul blurt a word, Ernest had returned to his insane state, pulling the gun off Paul's hand.Paul had guessed it before. He understood that it would never be easy to hunt down a ferocious beast with just a gun.His thumb finger wanted to pull the trigger, but Ernest, with the effect reapplied, was faster.He threw the sword, tilting his head back, and pushing the muzzle towards the storehouse’s roof.Everything happened in just two seconds seamlessly as if he had done it thousands of times before.Bang! Bang! Bang!Three punchy noises of a gunshot echoed all over the storehouse. Instead of Ernest, it was the roof which was shot, leaving three holes.Paul wasn't expecting this. He could never imagine that Ernest could be so fast that all his guns didn'
The information from Silver Skull Gang that they had found their long lost young master had spreaded all over the Kaselline Alley, as well as its members who were still working everywhere in the country.Like an invisible wiping all over the country.The Silver Skull Gang hadn't been a gang at first. Their leader, Olly The Otter wasn't the first gang head as well.It was his grandfather who created the gang, despite the fact that he had spent his life living as an ordinary person and not even knowing how to fight.So why had the Silver Skull Gang created?All the members of the gang may have heard that it was for protecting the heir of another family, like an everlasting promise inherited by generations of Olly's family.They all knew that Olly had spent years looking for someone, no matter that there had been no information, and Olly’s subordinates sent back nothing.Not even Olly knew who he was looking for, except for the sole title ‘young master’.Dean, Olly’s younger brother, had
Saying, Olivia didn't stop coming closer and closer to Ernest, even though there was a table between them.Ernest was terrified as he realized which was first moving towards him wasn't Olivia but… her big chest and the porcelain skin which was about to blind him in the holy light of the adult world.Fck—now Ernest didn't even remember how many times he said this word, due to his extreme terror to be there.What the fck of greetings was that? There were three, no, four men staring at her, and she was about to show her big boobs?W-wait, didn’t she want Ernest to touch them???Suddenly Ernest remembered one of his former colleagues, who had used to work at the nightclub but now left this bustling city and became a hard-working peasant.You ask why?It was touching an unfamiliar drunk woman's chest in the nightclub which had made that poor guy be hit by that woman's boyfriend.An entire beer bottle hit into his head. And even though Ernest’s friend had explained, in tears and mucus, that
When Ernest said so, both Olivia and Dean turned back to look at him. Their eyes were full of consideration and caution.However, instead of screaming like a chicken, now Ernest suddenly felt so pleasant as if all the pressure had already gone.That's it! Ernest now had lost all his five precious Living Days in drawing five Supernatural Ability Chests, all of which had been used up before.Ernest now wasn't just an ordinary person. He had just one day left to survive, and ten million dollars waiting to be spent before dawn.Now even an idiot could figure out which was more important between the scare of those gangsters and more Living Days.Nobody could stop him from gaining more Living Days!!!Thinking so, Ernest’s smile was even brighter than before. He looked back at Monkey with humiliation, like what Monkey had done before.“Actually I didn't pay attention to anyone except for my opponents as I was drowning in my own fun. But if you were there, witnessing everything but just stand
“WHAT???” Now even Olivia couldn't sit there anymore. She also stood up in shock, her blue eyes were about to roll off her face. “Youngster, what do you say?”“My name is Ernest Eswaranski, please don't call me ‘youngster’.” Ernest narrowed his eyebrows. “And yes, I want to buy your headquarters.”“It's unacceptable! Just forget it!” Monkey said as he left his seat and walked towards Ernest. “Ernest Eswaranski, fine, it's possible that you have saved our head Olly, but it's not the reason for you to make those unimaginable demands!”“You just saved Olly and now you want to buy our headquarters? Who has ordered you to do so?”“Even if we agreed to this, would you have a penny to buy our headquarters?”Saying, Monkey stepped closer and held Ernest’s collar.It wasn't the clothes which Ernest had worn before because it's tattered, wet of blood, and unusable after a bloody fight. The new one was given by Dean, and obviously, it wasn't as good as the one Ernest had spent nearly one millio
Now not Olivia only but the other two leaders also paid attention to the black card.Their reactions were more or less the same. Bewilderment, shock, but not even a little bit of suspicion reflected in their eyes.Ernest could be right when he said that none of them understood the situation they were in. But it didn't mean that they didn't know what they should know about, like how to determine a real black card.Because they would be in trouble once accepting fake ones.“Impossible…” Monkey murmured as if it was a desperate effort to prove himself that Ernest Eswaranski was a good-for-nothing, but his rational mind had refused.Despite its rareness, Monkey had seen so many black cards when he had to deal with their business partners as well as other gangs, till the point he could distinguish the real black card just by glancing at it.Of course the card that Olivia was holding was a real one with the name ‘Ernest Eswaranski’ engraved clearly.But it could also be a deluxe card. There
Going to the office at dawn with a cup of coffee and a sandwich, Michael Durkheim looked at his exhausted face in the glass door, sighing in silence.He had gone through another sleepless night.All thanks to Ernest’s note, which wasn't even a manuscript in theory, but still caused a lot of confusion.Though Michael didn't gain any success, thirty years of working in the film industry had taught him what a real manuscript looked like, at least.Putting all the professional stuff like logline, outline, etc, aside, a film manuscript should have screenplays with dialogue descriptions, character names, and such things.They were the most basic things, and nobody would write just five sentences about “blind male lead”, “dumb female lead”, “the male lead wants to be a singer and the female lead helps him”!!!Sound childish? No, more than just a stupid note, it was totally a shame, especially when Michael thought that it was Ernest Eswaranski who had given him that note.After receiving the