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

"Because the Upper East Side is now our territory."


"Haha. Why should I follow your advice, or are you threatening me?"


The smile disappeared from Wang's face. As a mafia boss, he wouldn't easily compromise. It's not a matter of strength, but of reputation. If he compromises, it means he's afraid of Johnny, and his influence in the dark world would weaken.


Crime syndicates aren't games between nations; the suited thugs don't worship God but the weapons in their hands.


"I just hope we can have peace!" I picked up the teacup, drinking the unfamiliar green tea. The taste was unique, lacking the sweetness of black tea, allowing one to appreciate the true aroma of the plant.


It clears the mind, that bitterness, just like life—complex and memorable.


"Peace? Peace requires both sides to have the same level of force. Do you qualify?"


Wang laughed again. The Johnny Clan was just a small regional gang, unlike the Triad. It's an international organization.


Chapter 52: These Are My Rules (Part 2)