The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

Charles looked at Michael who had fallen to his knees, he was stunned and unable to collect his thoughts for a long while: "What...what just happened?"

"Miss Vicky."

"We truly had no idea he was your friend!" Michael's face looked as if he had just swallowed a bug, and even his voice started to tremble.

The Mad Dogs was able to become one of the top underground forces in the capital, largely thanks to the protection from influential families. When these families had some "dirty work" they couldn't personally handle, these street thugs served their purpose.

The largest import-export trading company in the capital, "Ocean Group," is backed by none other than Vicky's family—the Smith family.!

Just last week, a family gathering was held in the city, and Michael and his crew were called to run errands. From a distance, he had seen Vicky giving a speech on stage.

"Michael...what are you talking about?" Charles asked, in his eyes, Irving was nothing more than a loser.

He had heard Alice say that if it weren't for the house that Irving's parents left behind, she wouldn't have given him the time of day.

How could a loser possibly know Vicky...

"You must have mistaken." Charles shook his head with a smile.

However, as soon as his words fell, a roar came over. This time, Michael's fierce gaze landed on Charles: "Get down and apologize to Vicky now!"

Charles' face turned sour, he retorted: "Michael, I paid you to handle things for me this time, why should I kneel? They should be the ones kneeling." He paused then continued, "Michael, you're part of the Mad Dog Gang. Are you really afraid of a worthless guy and a woman?"

He was deliberately provoking... but Michael was regretting immensely at this point. If he had known Irving actually knew Vicky, he wouldn't have come even for three million dollars, let alone three hundred thousand dollars!

Some money, if you can earn it doesn't necessarily mean you can spend it.

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In the eyes of ordinary people, Michael and his crew might appear successful. But in the eyes of those powerful families, they were nothing more than dogs kept at the door!

Facing the young lady of the Smith family, the major shareholder of Ocean Group, Michael didn't even have the right to stand up and speak.

After all, he was just a small leader within The Mad Dogs... For a powerful family like the Smith family, he was merely a dog that could be replaced or killed at any time!

"You bastard, kneel when I tell you to." Michael didn't want to be dragged into this by Charles, he quickly stood up, grabbed Charles by the neck, and forcefully pushed him down, "Bow your head! Apologize to Miss Vicky and this gentleman! Now!"

"I..." Charles didn't even get a chance to speak, he only felt as if his neck was clamped with iron pliers, then was forced to bow down by Michael's powerful hands.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

Quite a while had passed, and Charles' head was bleeding, only then did Michael dare to let go. He looked at Vicky with a pleasing expression: "Is this okay, Miss Vicky? I am truly sorry. I didn't know this bastard had the audacity to trouble your friend."

However, Vicky remained silent, her gaze shifting to Irving.

Michael caught this, a jolt of shock ran through him, and he looked back at Irving with a complicated expression, realizing that the young man before him was not simple at all!

"Get lost." Irving said.

It was just two words but the moment they were spoken, Michael and his gang members on their knees seemed to have received a pardon. They scrambled to their feet and hurriedly left.

"Help me throw the trash at the entrance as well." Irving said indifferently.

Michael and his gang members looked towards Charles and immediately understood.

At this moment, Charles didn't even have the strength to stand up. His face was swollen like a pig's head, his nose had been broken from the door, and his forehead was bleeding profusely... Even so, Michael and his gang had no intention of letting this bastard go.

If Charles hadn't called them over to trouble Irving, things wouldn't have escalated to this extent.

"Ouch...ouch..." Charles screamed as Michael and his gang members grabbed his two arms and dragged him into the elevator like a dead dog.

"It's all your fault, you bastard! If you dare scream again, I'll kill you!" Michael, who had a belly full of anger, raised his fist and smashed it into Charles's face.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the sound of beating and screaming could be heard from inside.

After these people had left, only Vicky and Irving remained. But neither of them spoke for a while.

Standing at 1.88 meters tall, with a handsome and attractive face... Looking at Irving in front of her, Vicky felt as if a string in her heart had been plucked.

Although the two had already met in the game, facing the beast attacks, she was constantly facing the threat of life, and her nerves were always tense.

Now, the afternoon sun was shining on them, and the atmosphere was incredibly relaxed and comfortable.

"Irving, what just happened?" Vicky asked.

"Just ran into a troublemaker…" Irving replied, not planning to reveal any of his past life experiences to anyone. As for Charles, he didn't care about him at all.

If Vicky hadn't shown up just now, he would have unleashed his[Fireball Spell]without hesitation once those people entered the room, burning Charles and those gangsters to ashes. But such an action would be risky.

"If you encounter any trouble in the future, you must call me." Vicky said.

After chatting for a while, the two left.

...

About ten minutes later, on a bustling street in the city center.

A black Mercedes sports car approached from a distance. As the stunning woman in a miniskirt and tank top stepped out, many passersby couldn't help but stare in awe. Shortly after, a young man emerged from the car, stirring feelings of both envy and admiration in their hearts.

"Finally out, I've been locked at home for almost half a month..." Vicky looked at the bustling scene in front of her, opened her arms and said excitedly.

Just a casual stretch fully showcased Vicky's perfect figure, further exciting the surrounding pedestrians. They knew that even a conversation with such a beauty was a luxury...

"Irving!"

Vicky's soft voice came, she voluntarily asked, "Are you hungry now? Shall we go shopping or eat first?"

"Let's take a walk first." Irving replied casually.

He had just eaten lunch, and after all the commotion with Charles, he really didn't have much of an appetite. Plus, this was his first time out since his rebirth. Looking at the bustling scene in front of him, he felt an odd sense of alienation.

But Irving quickly started to regret his decision…

After entering the mall, Vicky immediately dragged him to the fourth floor. Only after they arrived did he realize that it was filled with luxury boutiques, like Yves Saint Laurent, Chanel, Givenchy… Women truly had an irresistible love and pursuit for beautiful things.

Vicky excitedly went from one store to another, at least trying on the new arrivals. After over half an hour, she was already carrying seven or eight shopping bags of various sizes.

And it didn't end there. Vicky then entered the Hermès store. She took a handbag from a sales associate and glanced at Irving, who was sitting in the rest area. She quickly walked over, "I'm sorry, Irving. I've been locked at home for too long. As soon as I came out, I couldn't help but to come here... By the way, is there anything you like?

I'll buy it for you!"

There were quite a few people in the rest area, and her words immediately drew many strange glances.

Irving, who wasn't picky about his outfits and usually just wore jeans and a white T-shirt, declined, "No need."

"Do you have any new arrivals for men's clothing? Bring them all over to have a look." Vicky instructed the nearby sales associate, and then said to Irving, "Why don't you take a look first. You might find something you like."

Irving was a bit helpless, but he knew she meant well. So he didn't say anything more.

"Isn't this Vicky? What are you doing here?" A young man in a business suit came over, "Haven't you been grounded at home? How did you manage to sneak out? Or did you… agree to that matter?"

Vicky recognized the young man in front of her, but her face turned sour, "Dennis! Shut your filthy mouth! Where I go is none of your business."

"Who says it's none of my business. We're going to be family soon." Dennis laughed. However, his gaze unintentionally fell on Irving beside her, "Who is he…"

Before Vicky could explain, the sales associate from earlier returned, "Miss, the new men's clothing you asked for is here. Would you two like to take a look?"

Dennis was taken aback, and his gaze turned fiery, "I see how it is. I was wondering why you left home. Turns out you were here on a date with someone else... Your uncle already promised me! Does he plan on going back on his word?"