From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 683 Stan and Steve

Chapter 683 Stan and Steve

Minjun hummed happily as he went out of the restaurant.

Did he just spend around 700 dollars for a single meal?

Yes, he did.

Were the servers surprised about how a middle schooler went to their restaurant still in his school uniform for some casual take-out?

Yes, they were.

And by the end of it all, they were ready to call him 'young master.'

And lastly, did the two stooges realize that they had stumbled upon gold?

Definitely.

"This kid is loaded," Stan whispered, his eyes bright.

"You're right," Steve said, feeling even giddier than before. They had the chance to earn more than 5,000 dollars for this task!

That thought strengthened as they arrived at the kid's neighborhood.

Almost all of the houses appeared to be on Hollywood Street!

"Are you sure we're in Korea right now?" Stan exclaimed, looking around the neighborhood.

Then, when they arrived at their house, he realized that the kid might be the richest kid in the entire city!

In front of them was a two-story house with a fountain in front. Cars were laid out beyond the gate, all coming from European brand names.

"Goodness. I want one of those," Stan happily said. "Do you think we can steal one for tonight?"

"Focus on the objective first," Steve said. "Threaten him. Leave him a bit scarred, and give him this letter right here," he said, bringing out the messily written note that Lin Zhi had given them.

"Got it," Stan said. "And after that?"

"We can do anything we want," Steve smirked.

***

"Their guard is useless," Stan chuckled as they were able to bypass the gate and the sleepy guard that manned it.

"I told you," Steve said. "Rich people don't take their security well enough."

"Now, our only problem is how we're going to break inside the house," Steve muttered.

"I think it's going to be fairly easy," Stan said. "His parents are out of town—on a trip to Paris for their anniversary."

"Well, it seems like you're not as useless," Steve smirked. "Let's go to the back."

Meanwhile, June heated up his lobster in the microwave while looking at the CCTV footage on his iPad.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head in amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Acid?" he muttered.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming their way, so Steve's Then, as he looked at his hand, he saw it reddening.

"Acid?" he muttered.

eyes widened in alert as he held onto Stan's arm.

However, his partner was in too much agony to be thinking straight.

"Bastard! Come on, let's go!"

"Steve! My eyes!" Stan said in excruciating pain.

Minjun, who couldn't even hear the commotion from the outside, continued stroking Malt's fur as he watched the scene on his iPad.

"I knew that suggesting the facial recognition thing was a good choice! Now, we don't have to worry about the intruders!"

Just then, he heard frantic footsteps coming over his way.

"Young master," a couple of guards exclaimed, sighing in relief when they saw that Minjun was still inside, a plate of lobster in front of him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm hella fine!" Minjun exclaimed with a thumbs-up. "Just catch those guys for me."

They nodded obediently before running to where Stan and Steve were.

Steve, feeling like they were going to get caught, held onto the back of Stan's sweater and started dragging him away from the house.

"Stan, let's go!" he exclaimed in a panicked state, turning around and seeing a number of guards tailing them.

Stan, finally feeling his eye pain subside, picked up his pace. However, he felt that there was still something strange.

"Steve," he said. "I can't see out of my right eye."

"Do you want to be completely blind?" Steve exclaimed. "Pick up your pace! They're catching up to us."

Stan sighed in frustration as he followed after Steve, asking himself what they got themselves into.

Fortunately, with their tiny competence, they were able to lose the guards in a dark alleyway, and they were finally given an opportunity to catch their breaths.

"Steve, I think my right eye is completely blind."

"Shut up," Stan said. "Be thankful that we made it out of there alive."

Just then, they felt like they weren't alone and that the dark alleyway became darker than usual.

Steve raised his head and saw three unfamiliar men standing before them.

His breath got caught in the back of his throat as he met their murderous gazes.

"Are you sure about that?"