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
Monkey stopped.It was noon at the moment, and the hallway was brimming with the warmth of the daylight.Though Olly was leading a notorious gang, he didn't want their headquarters to be drowned in darkness.The overall design of this building made it always full of daylight, but now Monkey felt no warmth.Dean didn't notice that at first. He stepped forward before turning back and seeing Monkey staring at him, or the teenager on his back, for details.That look was complicated, mixed with lots of emotions, and became pure terror.“Monkey?” Dean asked. “What's wrong with you?”But Monkey didn't answer him.“What do you mean, Dean?” Monkey stepped towards Dean. “Has it actually been someone who taught him to… jump off the third floor once he couldn't buy something?”Dean opened his mouth, but Monkey didn't stop.“No, how the hell could it be possible? It can't be true! It's fcking scary just to think of!”“So you can actually imagine how the young master has lived before meeting us, an
Two hours before the deadline, which was at 6 PM, Ernest was standing in the toilet, looking at his reflection in the mirror.He opened his eyes, then closed them, both hands caressing all over his face while a weird question slowly showed up in his mind.Why did he look so pale?A sudden pain came to his belly without any sign as if someone had punched him. Ernest bent his body while that weird feeling transmitted upward his throat.Ernest felt that, and he could only cover his mouth for seconds before vomiting to the toilet.Blood.He looked at the fluid in the toilet, eyes opening wide, and the only word Ernest could blurt now was…“Fck!?”How the fck could he vomit blood again!?What had happened? How could he be poisoned? Who had done that?Blood vomiting was a sign showing that he had some severe injuries to his organs, but Ernest had done nothing at all!Ernest looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the unhidden bewilderment reflected.Ernest remembered that he had stupidly op
Johnathan and Harry had spent nearly a day arriving at the filming site, which Ernest had informed them before.The so-called ‘filming site’ located in the suburb, fifty kilometers away from the center of New York City. For both Johnathan and Harry, whose families were in the city, it was a true challenge.Since the destination was isolated due to the lack of roads, they had moved by subway, then taxi, before Ernest's subordinates picked them up by a specialized car and carried them through a narrow, bumpy road.Two people, one was the legendary actor, another was a big guy with abs and muscles, were now sharing their tiny seats under the supervision of two gangsters.However, their scary appearance didn’t affect Johnathan’s happy smile.He just laughed like an idiot since this morning, and Henry now could do nothing but sigh in helplessness.“Sir Johnathan, was it really worth it for you to laugh all the time? Can you just stop laughing like this?” Harry asked, silently hoping that t
Gang war?Jonathan stopped for a moment. For God's sake, he had been working in this film industry for over thirty years, and the number of actors and actresses he had educated was hundreds at least…But he hadn't heard about any concept like this before.Or in the other words, how could the action of crawling with four limbs be a consequence of a… gang war?But Johnathan was not Dylan. The old man didn't judge Ernest but asked him. “Could you explain a bit more detailedly?”Noticing Johnathan’s bewilderment, Ernest waved his hand with a smile on his pale faceNot understanding? Good, because Ernest didn't understand, either!He had invested in this film project just to waste 20,000 USD, and Ernest set this scence because he just wanted to punch at Kelvin's face for the rude words which he had to hear.Ernest still remembered Kelvin’s word.‘Are you a famous actor who won an Oscar? Or the honored lecturer working in the National Film Academy? You are just a kid trying to draw our atte
Johnathan now didn't just look at Ernest as the way he looked at a talent, a precious gem.It was more complicated, brimming with the surprise to see how Ernest organized the film project, the creativity of the way Ernest trained his actor, and the pity as Johnathan had to see a star which would never shine.He didn't know why Ernest had decided to invest in this filmm project and try to create a masterpiece, but it's obvious that he would have no chance at all.Though he didn't mean to, it was Ernest himself who caused the drastic downfall of Mitchell Entertainment’s stock price, just thank to a thirty-second video.Mitchell Entertainment was a big company, and Adam Mitchell was a petty man. How could he let someone like Ernest appear and slowly dominate all the markets?Adam would stop him, and his family would follow after this.Ernest was a genius, and he even came from a wealthy family which had given him money and opportunity for him to play with his talent. But his identity wo
Johnathan immediately turned his eyes at Ernest, sighing.He had just said that Ernest was rational, and now he did it? Challenging?Definitely, Johnathan was not the only one to think so. Harry couldn't hold back smirking when he heard Ernest’s words resounding as if it's just a childish game.For God's sake, Harry didn't hate Ernest anymore after realizing that Ernest was just a weird genius, not a scammer.But that impression couldn't change the fact that phone couldn't be able to make a film!“What do you say? Challenge me?” Harry asked back with the unhidden humiliation shown between his narrowed eyebrows.Ernest shook his head. “I don't mean that.”“But you've just challenged me with this stupid issue!” Harry growled. “There is another way to solve it, and all it takes is just bringing a professional camera! Why are you insisting on using phones?”“People produce phones for personal purposes, not for professional filming! How could it conduct what the manuscript requires?”“Plea
Surely, Kelvin wasn't the only one to question that.Ernest was holding the phone, staring at the ‘scene’ to the point his eyeballs were about to roll off his face.He saw Kelvin’s hair falling, and he could swear on his experience that the sword Monkey was holding was never a prop.It was a fcking real sword!!!His hands were trembling for a second, but Ernest held it back. Innumerable questions showed up in his mind like mushrooms growing after the heavy rain.What the fck was happening!?You bastard, Monkey! Why the fck could you bring an entire sword to the filming site? What the fck were you thinking?When did he do that? Why did Ernest know nothing about this? Ernest just wanted to scam Kelvin, and punching him was his limit! He didn't want to kill anyone, and even live streamed that!!!Ernest didn't have time to analyze if Monkey did it on purpose or just an idiot did something idiotic.He had to stop this scene in an artistic way to hide this, but he couldn't shout something l