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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)

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Taking revenge with a virus

"No! I had no idea. I was just following you!"

Tristan hummed, checking Lewis's expression for any hint of the lie.

All he saw was a genuine desire to say anything and sell anyone to be left alive. And lots of pain, too—Lewis was cradling his broken arm and biting his lip raw.

"How did you contact your employer? You had to tell him somehow that you've done the deed, right?"

"Through an anonymous messenger app. He asked for pictures of your corpse, and then he'd pay me in crypto."

"Good. Very good." Tristan smiled. "Maybe in an hour you will be free to go home. Just do one simple thing for me."

"W-what is it? I can do it… if it's not too dangerous…"

"It's very simple. Trey, keep watch over this chicken—better than you did last time. And… Wrap his broken arm, I suppose. What I want him to do is easier done with arms."

"Yes, boss. Heard that, asshat? He said nothing about your legs, so you better not even breathe at me wrong!"