CHAPTER 2
The director humbly acknowledged the master's divine abilities, which, apart from making oneself handsome, were quite useless and couldn't enhance one's strength at all. However, it could still be considered a special ability. Much better than those unfortunate and futile abilities. There were three somewhat usable skills that Ethan possessed.
1. 'Small-scale Cleansing Technique'
2. 'Guided Comprehensive Sales Techniques'
3. 'Skin Whitening and Care Techniques'
Ethan Elric firmly believed that if given a pair of scissors, he could create a top-notch hair salon along with a small beauty parlor! He had even come up with a fantastic name for his future store!
'Beauty and Hair Salon!'
Ethan Elric had added three words in front of 'Beauty and Hair Salon'! -New Oriental Beauty and Hair Salon!!!
Upscale! Elegant! Top-tier!
No exaggeration!
"Ding..." Three pieces of toast popped out from the machine, slightly burnt. Ethan didn't mind; he stuffed one into his mouth, grabbed his skateboard from behind the door, shouted to his roommate in the neighboring room, and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Next door.
A girl with dark circles under her eyes stared intently at her laptop, her fingers swiftly tapping the keyboard.
After a while, she looked at the black window that had popped up and smirked with interest.
Rising Tide Organization?
What was the origin of this organization that could contact her?
Midtown Manhattan, one of the busiest areas in New York City. The Empire State Building stood tall. It was an old building, especially when compared to the nearby Stark Tower.
Ethan rode his skateboard, the wheels spinning quickly.
His coordination skills were exceptional, perhaps influenced by his exposure to Grandma Marget's Soul Square Dance.
Swoosh...
The traffic flowed incessantly. It was probably rush hour, with the traffic signals changing to a more efficient frequency, effectively managing the constant flow of vehicles and pedestrians.
Damn it, I shouldn't have stayed up so late.
While watching the slowly blinking traffic light, Ethan took a hurried glance at the digital watch on his wrist and pulled out the highest-tech gadget from his pocket – a flip phone. He dialed his dear roommate's number.
"Hello! Skye! Are you awake yet?"
It's all because of that damn cheat of yours that I stayed up so late playing games. If you're awake, help me convince the traffic light. I'm about to make my debut, and there's a test today. Professor Will is going to kill me!
Looking at the hot Latina, he rolled his eyes and grumbled, "I haven't slept yet. You're calling me so early. Traffic lights go green when they want to. Why don't you ask me to rob a bank!"
"Wait, don't hang up! An order of braised pork ribs!", As soon as he finished speaking, a busy tone sounded from the other end of the phone. Ethan Elric glanced down at his watch again, then looked up at the traffic light in front of him.
Countdown: 4...4... 4...
The screen flickered slightly. The red light passed in 35 seconds, jumping directly to the final five seconds of the countdown.
Haha! Well done, Skye!
My meal wasn't in vain!
Ethan quickly hopped onto his skateboard, timed perfectly with the one-second countdown, and rushed toward the pedestrian crossing. In an instant, a bone-chilling sensation spread from the back of his head down his spine. Ethan Elric hit the brakes hard on his skateboard.
"Screeeechh!"
A lightning-fast red sports car raced past him from just five centimeters away, the high speed causing cracks that whipped around Ethan's body, messing up his stylish hair.
Almost...
Really, just almost...
Ethan could already feel the threat of death. If he hadn't performed that abrupt stop just now, he would've become a messy mix of red blood and fat on the ground Pedestrians on the side of the road screamed, startled by this sudden scene.
Some of them let out a sigh of relief, shocked and amazed at how lucky this kid was, narrowly escaping death.
But only Ethan himself knew. Everything that had just happened or wasn't just unbelievable luck... it was!
Beast Perception!!!