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

"Kenny Clark?" The man looked up at me, seemingly confirming my identity.


"It's me. You're not Haitians." These two guys were typical Latin mixed race. They had black or brown hair, no African heritage.


"You're dead." The man coldly stared at my cheek.


I stepped forward, grabbing his hair, "Many people say that, but in the end, I'm still alive. Who are you? Why are you at my house? You're not Costa Ricans."


"What?" I was curious. But soon, I understood, "Are you talking about Kelly and Ella?" As an ordinary gang member, I've been trying to live without provoking other gangs. Except for the Costa Ricans, my only enemy is Howard.


I remained calm. Now, I must know who my enemies are.


"That's our boss's property. Howard was childhood friends with our boss, so our boss lent him two important assets. Now Howard is dead, and the boss needs to take back his assets."


Chapter 44: I'll Give You One Minute—Threaten Me Another Way (2)