I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison

Chapter 40: Bieber! Get the Hell Out Here!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The night was dark.

It was pitch black.

It was murder night.

Lott followed the system’s instructions and taught Liwell the training method that was most suitable for his body.

This included how to use muscle power in the most effective way to obtain the greatest outcome using the least amount of strength.

After these basics were given to Liwell, very quickly, he had mastered this method.

Liwell was worthy of being a genius with a system score of 8.

With a little guidance, Liwell was able to learn it quick.

Lott nodded.

In the system’s rating system, a talent with an 8 was already a level that could leave a name in history.

Very quickly, looking at Liwell who had already grasped the basics of muscle exertion, Lott taught him the lightness movement technique.

Although Liwell had learned how to use force now, he only had ammunition, not a gun.

A cultivation technique was a gun that could shoot out ammunition.

There were different levels of cultivation techniques and lightness movement technique was one of the lower levels in the system.

At the moment, what Liwell could learn was the simplest lightness movement technique. Only by learning this could he barely keep up with his slow speed.

“Watch carefully, kid!”

Lott smiled and said to Liwell, who was standing not far away from him.

As his voice fell, Lott pulled up his stance, clenched his fists and bent his palms. A force burst out from the muscles that were exerting force, pushing out one section at a time in his body.

The force was rapidly and fiercely unleashed.

There was only a “pa” sound of air exploding.

Lott instantly dashed a few meters away.

Even Liwell was stunned.

After Lott had finished this demonstration, he explained the techniques and key points in detail to Liwell.

After a few practice sessions, Lott’s eyes were filled with admiration.

Liwell’s improvement was too fast!

Moreover, this was only a talent with a potential of 8 points!

“Let’s go and experience it with me tonight.”

“Experience what?”

“Killing.”

…

In Bieber’s villa.

A tall crystal lamp was hanging in the living room.

Bach’s Minuet in G minor was being played on the piano in the living room.

A bottle of ’82 Lafite was poured into a goblet.

Bieber was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility.

The restlessness from the day was also eased by the piano music.

Lately, Lott had been stirring up trouble all over the company.

It was not easy to find a sucker, Adam, to do the dirty work for him.

As someone who had washed his hands off dirty work, Bieber was now officially a member of the Board of the Chicago Corporation. A person of social standing could not do things the way he used to.

That was what Old Ian had taught Bieber.

Bieber was no longer the violent, impulsive thug he used to be. He learned to use his head to kill people with other people’s hands.

Bieber sold Adam, a brainless piece of sh*t, thinking he was doing a good deed.

Adam deserved to spend the rest of his life fighting and killing.

Mad Dog Bieber?

That title was a thing of the past.

Not many people in the new generation remembered it now. They called him Gentleman Bieber now.

They thought Bieber always wore formal suits, listened to elegant symphonies, and drank tasteful red wine.

All of this made Bieber feel like he was cut off from the man who had struggled at the bottom.

Bieber held the goblet in his hand and took a whiff of the aroma of fermented grapes. He put it to his lips and drank it.

Under the stimulation of the weak alcohol, Bieber’s heart was restless. Which woman should he sleep with tonight?

‘Forget it, let’s sleep together.’

At this moment, Bieber was enjoying the peace before victory and the pleasure of controlling everything.

…

Liwell, who had just obtained power, asked excitedly.

“Where are we going?”

“To the north, to an enemy’s house.”

Lott’s tone was calm, but his calmness revealed a murderous intent.

Enemy?

“Who can be your enemy if you’re so powerful?”

Liwell asked in surprise.

“The Ian Family.”

Lott snorted coldly.

“All of them.”

“You mean…?” Liwell’s expression changed slightly as if he had thought of something.

The Ian Family…

Was that not the family of the Chicago Corporation, the giant corporation of Chicago?!

Liwell’s expression immediately changed and a force shot up from his neck to his head.

Liwell had just obtained strength and wanted to show it off, but he did not expect that he would offend the Ian Family.

Now that Liwell had grasped the technique of exerting strength, it would not be a problem for him to deal with a few people at the same time.

In reality, the number of people Liwell had to deal with was much more than that and they all had guns. How could he afford to offend such a big shot who ruled both black and white?

When Liwell heard the words “Bieber of the Ian Family”, he knew that today’s matter had blown up!

Liwell’s benefactor was indeed formidable. A hooligan like him who lived on the streets knew how terrifying Bieber was.

Seeing Liwell’s expression as if seeing a ghost, Lott smiled.

“What, are you afraid?”

Liwell gritted his teeth and shook his head.

“My life was saved by you. How could I be afraid? I’m just worried that I’ll be shot to death and won’t be able to protect you.”

Liwell had already regarded the other party as his own so how could he be afraid of death?

Liwell was just afraid that even if he were to die, it would be of no use.

“Good lad!”

Lott patted Liwell’s shoulder.

“I didn’t misjudge you.

“But don’t even think about dying. You came here to learn.”

Liwell could not help but feel a little puzzled when he heard Lott’s words.

“Learn? Learn what?”

“Follow me. There will be many such opportunities in the future. Now, I’ll let you get used to it in advance.”

Liwell listened in a daze.

Liwell had no idea that prior saving him, his benefactor had chopped the deputy of King of Hell, the biggest gang in the north of Chicago, into pieces.

With the help of the lightness movement technique, the two of them soon arrived at Bieber’s villa.

Bieber had taken great pains to conquer this land, so he naturally knew how to protect himself.

Bieber had long bought the surrounding villas. His lackeys who used to work for him lived around him.

Bieber’s surroundings were built like a fortress. Only in this way could he have a sense of security and sleep peacefully.

Bieber’s lackeys saw two figures, one big and one small, standing in front of Bieber’s door. They pulled out guns and pointed at them.

“Who are you?”

There was a problem if people were wandering here in the middle of the night.

These lackeys looked at Lott and Liwell vigilantly.

Liwell was obviously not used to being pointed at by a gun. Thinking that he had to protect Lott, he still stubbornly took a step forward and stood in front of Lott.

“Oh? Who am I? You come to ask me a question?”

Lott looked at the two bodyguards in suits with guns in disdain.

“Call your master, Bieber, to come out.”

Lott’s arrogant words made them furious.

Bieber was their boss! Their boss’ face was their face! Since when did any Tom, Dick or Harry dare to bully them!

The bodyguards in suits had livid faces as they let go of the safety on their pistols.

The meaning was obvious.

“There’s no need to welcome you here. Hurry up and get the hell out of here.”

This immense pressure made Liwell’s legs tremble involuntarily. He could not believe what would happen if the stalemate continued.

“You don’t welcome me? But your boss has been looking for me!”

Lott took a deep breath and mustered all his strength to shout angrily!

“Bieber! Get out here!”