The rhythm under the lamp

I'm Kenny Clark,
German Descent.
This is Miami, city of paradise, the City of Sin.
Socialites packed in, drug lords running loose.
This is the world of money and power, the realm of guns and death.
This is the playground for opportunities and adventurers, the abyss of despair and helplessness.
I'm just a kid from the chaotic slums.
Until one day, fate underwent a dramatic change.
My VR game turned into reality!
My life has become one game instance after another!
I can get everything!
Passing the game instance, my physical fitness improves and I can gain countless abilities.
Lock picking, piano, hand-to-hand combat, shooting...
Until I'm standing at the top of the human pyramid.
Wealth, power, women, they'll all become my prey.

My Realistic Adult Game

"Alright, listen up, kid. If you kill her, the SWAT team that's about to storm in will shoot you dead on the spot. Is that what you want?"


"Then what should I do?" The young man was terrified. He remembered how snipers in movies would take out the criminals.


"Drop the weapon, kid, you have your whole life ahead of you. There might be a girl out there who'll like you. Why do something so dangerous? Let's talk. Do you need two hundred bucks? Why?"


"I, I want it." The young man looked at me.


I smiled and exhaled smoke, "She's trying to get closer to you. Chatting creates intimacy and builds trust."


"Son of a beach!" The young man looked angrily at Stella.


"Go to the hell, Kenny!" Stella glared at me with rage.


"Stella here, the suspect is highly agitated."


"Do you need a negotiation expert?" Geoffrey suggested.


"Hey rookie, let's talk." I put down the cigarette and walked over.


Chapter 42: Hero in the Darkness (Part 2)