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

The harsh knocking on the door wiped the smile off Irving's face instantly.

He glanced at the time. It was still too early for his meeting with Vicky. Women tend to delay their arrival due to makeup and other preparations. So there was no way she would arrive this early... Who could be at the door then?

Could it be the players or guild members from the forum who wanted to buy his equipment?

The attitude of the knocking didn't quite match...

The Night Group?

Upon this thought, Irving's face turned grave and a magic wand appeared in his hand. If it was indeed the Night Group seeking revenge, he wouldn't hesitate to strike back.

"Damn it, Irving. You bastard, get out here now!" A man's voice roared, accompanied by more furious knocking. "I saw the delivery guy bring food to you. So stop hiding! If you don't open the door, I'll break it down!"

"Open up!"

Outside stood a young man wearing a checked shirt, cursing and swearing, with six rugged-looking young men following him, including a burly man with sideburns.

"Are you sure this is the place?" The burly man asked with some doubt after waiting for a while without any response.

"Michael, my sister has been here several times." The man in the checked shirt, Charles, pointed towards the house number. "This is definitely the place."

"Hey!" Just as the two were speaking, the elevator bell rang, and two security guards hurried over. They had seen a large group of men trying to break down a door through the security cameras. This was a high-end residential area with stringent security measures in place.

"What are you doing?" One of the security guards demanded sternly. "Who let you in? Leave immediately!"

Charles retorted, "My sister ended up pregnant because of the bastard inside. I'm here to settle scores. What's it to you?"

Pregnant? The two security guards glanced at each other, not surprised at all. After all, the property owners here were all wealthy, having affairs with multiple women was not out of the norm. However, this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

"This is your personal matter. We can't intervene." One of the security guards continued, "Since you're not residents here, you can't come in. Leave immediately or bear the consequences."

As security guards, they couldn't allow such incidents to occur. If things got out of hand, they would also be held responsible and might even lose their job...

At Charles' wit's end, the burly man named Michael suddenly shouted, "Are you blind? Do you know who I am? Ever heard of Mad Dog?"

Mad Dog!

The two security guards were visibly taken aback. Being locals, they knew that the Mad Dog was a notorious underground force involved in smuggling, loan sharking, and even murder and fraud. Many of the people reported missing each month were victims of the gang, often found dumped in the sea with rocks tied to their bodies...

The Mad Dog was so audacious because they were backed by various powerful families.

"You belong to the Mad Dog!?" The security guard who had spoken earlier turned pale, his voice trembling. Seeing Michael's men approaching, he hastily apologized, "We...we apologize...we didn't realize..."

"Aren't you going to get lost?" Michael barked.

The next moment, the two security guards scrambled into the elevator, while Charles moved closer to Michael, giving him a thumbs-up: "Michael, you're awesome. Those two dogs were scared off by your words. Thank God I didn't come alone today."

"Let's get down to business." Michael's fierce gaze fell on Charles, reminding him: "Don't forget what you promised me. I won't be a penny short of the 300,000 dollars running fee once the job is done."

"You can rest assured, just selling this house will cover more than that." Charles smiled obsequiously before glancing at Irving's door, "If all else fails, we'll just break down the door and force our way in. Once we beat the hell out of that kid, we can force him to hand over the property deed as compensation."

"Fine." Michael nodded, then signaled to the six men he had brought.

Each of the six men held a weapon. Some were armed with baseball bats, some with metal pipes, and one even had a newspaper which, when unwrapped, revealed a machete.

Charles looked increasingly smug at the sight.

On the surface, he said he came to seek justice for his sister Alice's pregnancy, but in reality, he's been strapped for cash lately. But in reality, he was short on cash for his daily expenses, which included paying for prostitutes. The meager salary Alice made as a hostess barely covered his fun for two nights, which was why he thought of extorting Irving.

If soft tactics didn't work, he'd resort to force. In any case, the security guards were scared off. If all else failed, he'd hire a locksmith to get into the room and drag Irving out.

However, Charles and his crew didn't realize that Irving saw everything that had happened through the peephole.

"Charles!" Irving gritted his teeth.

His painful experience in his previous life had shown him Charles's true colors.

He had been busy building a shelter in the game world and hadn't had time to deal with him. Who would have thought that Charles would take the initiative to come to him?

"Then I'll take a little more interest from you!" A glint of cold light flashed in Irving's eyes, but he was not foolish enough to resort to murder.

Although he had the ability to send Charles at the door, along with those thugs and hooligans, straight to hell. He only needed to use a [Fireball Spell] to do it.

Now was not yet the time of the apocalypse. Killing someone would still mean facing the death penalty. Especially considering this was right at his doorstep, and the neighborhood had surveillance cameras.

"Irving, if you don't come out, I won't be polite!" Charles yelled, taking a sledgehammer from one of Michael's men and aiming at the lock.

Charles, who usually was very submissive and had a habit of shrinking his neck when security came, was no longer afraid because he had Michael, the small leader of the Mad Dog, behind him. He epitomized the phrase "throwing his weight around" perfectly.

The hammer whistled through the air, landing powerfully. That lock surely wouldn't withstand more than a couple of hits before breaking open.

However, just as Charles's smile was growing wider...

Bang! The door suddenly opened from the inside.

With a muffled thud, Charles was violently pushed back by the opening door before he could swing the hammer down. Losing his balance, he toppled backward.

A scream was heard, and the next moment, Charles was seen with his nose bleeding profusely, having been hit by the iron door. He sat on the ground in disgrace, the iron hammer lying between his legs.

"Holy shit, that was close!" Charles looked at the hammer that was less than a fist's distance away from his groin. The scare caused his forehead to break out in a cold sweat.

If he lost his penis, how was he to frequent prostitutes in the future? Not only would he lose his 'tool of the trade', but he would also lose his qualification as a man.

" You son of a..." Charles wiped his nosebleed and stood up angrily, only to find his gaze meeting Irving's deep and icy eyes.

For some reason, the man before him sent a shudder through Charles's heart. Irving, standing at 188 cm tall, towered over him and he had to tilt his head back to look at him.

"You..." Charles's impending curse fizzled out.

"What do you want from me?" asked Irving.

"My sister!" Charles glanced back and summoned the courage to speak. "You got my sister pregnant, and you dare to ask me what I want? You ignored all my messages, and even blocked me.

"You owe me an explanation today!"

Behind him, Michael and the men he brought were watching Irving with a mocking look on their faces. From time to time, they would play with their baseball bats, a clearly threatening move.

"What kind of explanation do you want?" Irving asked with interest.

Hearing this, Charles thought Irving was scared of the men he brought. The anxiety in his heart disappeared, and he pointed at Irving's nose in a domineering manner: "It's simple! Either marry my sister and treat her well. Besides the daily chores like cooking and cleaning, you must also give her two hundred thousand dollars as pocket money each month."

"Or..."

"I see that this house of yours is pretty good. In such a prime location, it should be worth quite a lot." Charles sneered, "You can give me this house as compensation!"

It was a tough decision to make, but Irving just laughed.

"What the hell are you laughing at? I'm warning you..." Charles was angered, but before he could finish his sentence, a hard slap landed on his face.

Thwack!

With this slap, Irving used all his strength. Charles stood still, as if in shock. The next second, five bright red marks emerged on his face...

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