-Through Fist!-

Jc stopped and turned to see who was shouting.

"Want me to accompany you for few more rounds?"

"No, no, no! Give me a few sec... That's not what i-" Fatty gasped from running. He didn't finish his word and said.

"Master! Teach me how to gambl- How to predict the game!" Bowing 90-Degrees to Jc.

"Predict the game? You mean to teach you how i won the bet?"

"Yes!"

"Sure!" Jc agreed without hesitation.

"I understand if you... Really?? But why?"

"Nothing much, I just think, I need a disciple these days." Jc smiled like a father giving a car to his son. And, of course, the meaning of disciple in his dictionary is a servant.

"Thank you! Master." Out of excitement, he was about to hug Jc, but he avoided it.

"Now, for your first task of training..."

Fatty intently waiting for Jc's word while rubbing his hand.

"Get your chauffeur here fast."

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"Master. How did you know?"

"Tell me, How fat you are and how much money did i won the bet from you."

"That's harsh, Master."

"You're even harsher. You shouldn't be calling me, Master, when you are obviously the oldest one here."

"Then should i be the master?"

"Big bro. Call me, Big bro."

"But I am taller than you..."

"You're right! How about we test your height somewhere? Sir, could you pull over to that side for a minute."

As the chauffeur was really going to pull over from the side, he broke out of cold sweat and said.

"Who said so! Don't mind him, Sir."

The two were sitting in the back of a Jaguar SUV as they kept on conversing on nonsense things like they were best friends for a long time.

After several minutes of drive, they arrive at the location.

While Jc got out of the vehicle, he noticed a sports car passed them, driven by a familiar woman with a man sitting in the passenger seat as the car went down to the underground parking lot.

"Big bro!"

"Yeah?"

"You listening? I've been shouting. Look at your hand."

It was there that his expression changed when he saw his hand clasped to his now crushed phone.

Fortunately, the sim card was okay without damage, unlike his phone. It was beyond repair.

"Hahaha. What are you spacing out that even your phone couldn't escape your anger, big brother?" Said fatty sitting, and leaning against the car window.

"Where's your phone?"

"W-w-why, big bro? It's just a joke."

"I know. Hand me the phone."

"I was kidding, big bro! You don't have to break mine too. Tell you what, I'll buy you a new phone!"

"Okay. Now hand it over."

"But i will buy you a new one..." Fatty reluctantly gave his phone.

Jc inserted his sim card and turned the phone on.

"Password?"

"pemily"

"family?"

"No, pemily."

"pemily?"

"Yes, pemily."

"As in 'p' and 'e'. pemily?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?! Don't you know 'pemily' is the one who got mistakenly recognize by a reporter as a celebrity due to her unmatched figure and went viral due to it! Even though no one has seen her without a mask. Her beauty can't hide it all! Do you even get it, big bro?!"

Jc looked at him with disgust as he unlocked the phone and said.

"I feel bad for your parents... I'll go now. Thanks for the phone."

"What?! No, Big -F*ck! Be sure to delete the pandora box, big bro!" Fatty shouts as Jc waves his hand as he enters the building.

"Now that i took a better look at it. This place is very familiar... Let's go home, Sir!"

As the car was leaving, he looked out the window one last time, and there he remembered what he must not forget in this lifetime. The building is where he first saw his goddess on television.

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"Hi, guys! It's great! We're all complete now! I'll just repeat what I said last night. Before getting knocked out by my own sister. Jc is our new family member of the team!." Pat introduced Jc with a helmet on his head.

A clap resounded, but only one person did it.

Ashe - "..."

Drunk - "..."

Yang - "..."

Emily is busy stamping papers on the side, but she was secretly looking at Jc.

"Welcome, brother! Wel..." clap1x enthusiastically clap at first, but when he saw his surroundings looking at him, the clap immediately died down."

"Do you think it's too sudden to recruit someone? Especially a newbie with a year of experience in the game?" A fit man in a checkered shirt with blond hair spoke up.

"*This is our former mid-lane player who has just retired recently and is now a coach of our team.*" Pat whispered to Jc.

"So that's the flower boy from earlier. Sorry, that was supposed to be a whisper, no hard feelings." Jc smiled at the man as he figured out this wasn't the person sitting next to Emily.

His anger flared at that time. So he couldn't remember the appearance of the man. He only remembered the man was sitting calmly on the seat. If this aggressive and arrogant man is sitting there, he would be looking, drooling, and talking non-stop to her.

"Did i hear it wrong? What did you say, punk?" The man was about to approach, but the members prevented him from advancing.

"Let me go! That punk insulted me!" He kept on struggling to get free.

"How about we settle this throu-" He approached and tried to make up to the man. But He was punched in the face while speaking.

Emily, who was watching silently on the side, got angry and about to advance to stop the man.

When~

"Through fist instead!" After wiping the blood on his lips. He swiftly punched the man to the stomach as the man's eyes went to 'X' as he knelt and dropdown.

"*His behavior..." Emily thought while sighing.

Meanwhile, Leader Yang just watched the show with a grin on his face.