Chapter 037

When Oscar got home, it was already past noon and fast approaching evening time.

 He quickly ordered a home delivery from Krusty Krab before opening his laptop.

 Since he was yet to complete the system's daily task, he wanted to complete it through investments.

 "Though I wonder what will happen if I fail to complete this task?"

 Oscar swiftly rejected this fleeting thought. He wasn't ready to take any chances.

 Opening the Futures Market portal, he invested in purchasing some futures for maize.

-[You have recieved +50 Centi Points]

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 The next day arrived. Since he didn't have any urgent matters to deal with, Oscar decided to visit campus.

 Riding his scooter, Oscar had an ear piece connected to his ear as he whistled to the tune of a love song playing on his phone.

 "Damn, Krist Roc's voice is damn too good. I wonder if there is a skill that can grant me such an excellent voice"

 Just as he used up a Shop permit to check the shop, he suddenly stiffened.

[A missle has been locked on Host. Jump to the left!] Hunks prompt warning sounded in Oscar's head.

 Trusting in Hunks, Oscar did as he was told.

 BANG!

 A bullet slammed against the scooter, blasting it into pieces. Oscar's heart sank when he saw the destruction.

 If he were a few minutes late.. gulp!

 "What kind of bullet is that?" Oscar was perplexed.

 How could a single bullet blast a scooter into pieces?

 Except it was a bazooka?

 -[That bullet is enchanted. However, enchanted weapons are only used against Deviants. Whoever wants your life is aware of your identity as a Deviant" Hunks explained.

 "Hm?" meanwhile a figure in black spandex gasped in surprise when she saw that her target missed.

 Her code name was Silent Siren. She was once a famous Sniper in the army before being betrayed by her comrades at the forefront.

 Believed to be dead, she was captured by the enemy and sold at the Phantom Web, the world's number one black market.

 There, she was bought by Lucian and became his secret killer.

Whenever he wanted to secretly dispose an enemy, she was always called upon.

 Although she was merely at the beginner tier of the Decimus rank, even those peak tier Decimus ranker had a certain death once they were her target.

 Yet she had missed. And the worst thing of all was that the target was merely a teenager.

 "Dammit!" she cussed underneath her breath as she dismantled her equipment.

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 Following Hunks directions, Oscar retraced his way back to his mansion, locking himself in.

 His heart pounded as he imagined the scene of a dead version of himself with a bullet on his chest.

 Cringe!

 "I wonder who wants me dead that they even had to make use of a sniper?" Oscar racked his brain.

 Apart from Henry, the only person he seemed to have offended was that guy he met at Star Crust. According to what he heard, that person was related to a crime lord.

 Oscar's expression turned cold.

 "Hunks. Do you have an idea how powerful the Assasin that attacked me, earlier is?"

-[Roughly at the second level of the Decimus rank]

 Oscar nodded in understanding. His current strength was at the seventh level of the Decimus rank. However, his combat power was at the eighth or ninth level.

 However, Oscar felt that it wasn't still enough. Just now if it wasn't for the prompt warning from Hunks, he would've been a dead man by now.

 "Tch. I was so carried away that I forgot about my cultivation" he clenched his fist.

 At first, he had thought that with the system, the strength he had was more than enough to stand proud without any equal.

 It was only after the meeting with Mr. Martins that he discovered the existence of Deviants. And today, he was once again reminded of just how pathetic his current strength was.

 Just a random Assasin almost had him killed. Relocating these thoughts, he checked the amount of Centi Points he currently had.

-[CENTI POINTS]

= 1,950,000

 Oscar took a deep breath. With this much centi points, he had a whooping of 975,000 lottery spins.

Hopefully, his luck wouldn't be that bad.

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 Star Crust Agency was as bustling and lively as usual.

 Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

 Suddenly, the rough sounds of tyres rubbing against granite interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

 Two large trucks arrived at the scene. Behind them was a sleek black sedan.

 "Shit! look at that truck!" a male customer with sharp eyes pointed with horror.

 That was because there was an ebelm on the two trucks. The emblem of a howling wolf head with devilish pitch black eyes.

 That was the trademark symbol of the Howling Fiends, the number one crime faction in Silver Haven.

 "Run!" a male customer raced towards the door, however, a loud BANG, caused him to stop dead on his tracks, a bullet hole on his forehead.

 Those within the building screamed in horror. Some even pissed their pants.

 Thuggish looking men began jumping from the two trucks. Some were brawny, others were lean. Some wielded daggers and axes while others wieled guns.

However, the similarity among them was the wolf mask they wore and the wolf tatoo on their arms.

 The door to the black sedan opened up and Mr. Murock proudly stepped out with his hands behind him.

 "Let me get this clear" he said in a loud voice.

 "The owner of this company offended me. Not only that, he also challenged me, not putting me in his eyes. As such, I will purge out this building. Let this serve as a warning to all, this city is mine! No one offends Laufey and goes scot free. At least in this city!"

 Mr. Murock's voice was loud. Those nearby could only watch silently, sympathizing with the unfortunate business owner that offended the city's number one Don.

 "Light this place up!" Mr. Murock roared.

 Just as those with guns were about to open fire, a middle aged man walked slowly out from the Star Crust building.

 Who was it, if not Connor Cooks, the owner of Star Crust Estate firm.

 "Who are you?" Mr. Murock frowned.

He faintly sensed that the other party held a threat.

 "I am the owner of this place and as such, I won't permit such rowdiness. If you do not want to patronize me, then scram" Mr. Connor replied calmly.

 "What?!"

 Forget those at the scene, even Mr. Murock's mouth opened in shock.

 When last did somebody ever talk to him in such a contemptious manner?!

 None that he could remember.

 Not only that, the other party did so in such a public place. How could his ego tolerate this.

 "Bastard! do you know who my Boss is?!" one of Mr. Murock's boys roared in anger.

 "Yeah. He's just a barking dog yapping away in my territory" Mr. Connor replied.

 "As such, I am inclined to chase him out"

 "Grr.. Damn you!" Mr. Murock's temper broke past the threshold of tolerance.

 Unsheathing a dagger, he pounced at Mr. Connor, with the intent to kill.

 His speed was so fast, that he was already thrusting the dagger at the other party's forehead the next instant.

If nothing unexpected happened, Mr. Connor would be reduced to a corpse once the strike landed.