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Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System

[Ding!] [Your pickpocketing skill increased by 5. Reward: your PP increased by 50.] “System, use my Pop-star Points to increase my singing skill!” … [Ding!] [You had won 1st place in the Californian Young Star contest. Reward: your CP increased by 400!] “System, put all these Criminal Points into my martial arts skill. Now I will crush anyone who stands in my way!” Tristan was born with everything he needed to become a star: rich parents and musical talent. However, after a car crash destroyed his handsome face and voice, everybody turned away from him. With his dreams burned, Tristan ran from home and became a small-time criminal to survive. Then, his own gang mates betrayed him, throwing him to the cops. But Tristan is saved by a sudden stroke of luck. [Congratulations, Tristan Hayes! You won the Heavenly Lottery. Your prise is ‘Second Identity System’.] [Increase skills and status of one identity to obtain 10x rewards for the other one.] Mafia and showbiz may appear far removed from each other, but both are united by money and ruthlessness within. Now it’s Tristan’s time to navigate both realms to become the world’s first mafia superstar! === No romance. All bitches want Tristan, but Tristan needs no bitches. #bros_before_hoes. There will be mafia and showbiz related stuff in equal proportions. Updates daily. BONUS CHAPTERS: Castle = 10 chapters (released within next 30 days) Gachapon = 25 chapters (released within next 30 days)

Garessta · Urban
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239 Chs

Pulling out a name

Two people on Tristan's side were dead. Four were badly wounded, and possibly even crippled for life. The numbers weren't good, but they were typical for fights in tight spaces, when there was no avoiding being shot point-blank or knifed under your rib.

Tristan's people wore bulletproof vests, but most of the fanatics fought with melee weapons, and wielded them with inhuman strength.

'I ordered a direct attack that led to these losses, and couldn't even catch Gospel in the end,' Tristan thought as he helped to administer first aid to the wounded.

His fingers tightened the bandage knot until the wounded man winced; Tristan caught himself and relaxed before he made the wound worse.

Kicking the wall earlier was far from enough—Tristan was itching to punch Gospel's face and then kick him repeatedly. But he wasn't here.

Nobody else was happy, either. Damien's dark mood was written on his face, but he stayed mostly quiet about it.