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

This question is easily answered, but my words made Amir and Duke tense.


Kenny, this lunatic, actually threatened the other party at their own base.


Even God might be closing his eyes because bloodshed is likely to follow.


I did this because we're a crime syndicate; if we're too weak, we'll only be looked down upon.


The man's face with the earring turned ugly, his chest heaving; he was suppressing his inner anger, and the eyes of the two subordinates behind him were fixed on us, the atmosphere filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. "Can you take responsibility for your words?"


If it were Amir, he would definitely say now, Fack, who are you trying to threaten?


But the Chinese gang member in front of me clearly had a hint of worry.


The gaze meeting mine became flickering. His eyes frequently scanned the surroundings, as if seeking help, or possibly on alert, fearing we might launch an attack.


Chapter 52: These Are My Rules