Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

After a brief pause, realization struck him. "Ohhh… I see where the misunderstanding is." He quickly waved a hand. "Hey, you're overthinking it. I don't belong to any family or the group whatsoever, My name is Eric Vaughn, and I am a doctor. Your father won't last until the ambulance arrives. Right now, I'm the only one who can save him." His tone hardened. "If you don't want to be making funeral arrangements for him soon, then get out of my way and let me do my job!" Henry Wade fell silent. He locked eyes with Eric Vaughn, searching for any sign of deceit. For several seconds, he stared, trying to read the young man's gaze. All he saw was arrogance. And absolute confidence. After a moment, Henry Wade glanced at his watch. Nearly a few minutes had passed. And the ambulance still hadn't arrived. Henry lowered his head again to look at his unconscious father, took a deep breath, and turned to Eric Vaughn. "If you can't save my father, I, promise you—that you will regret even coming to this place or ever saying you're a doctor." "Let me just do my job, even the foreighn doctors has to step back before me," Eric Vaughn said with a mysterious confidence, so excited he could barely contain himself. 'Finally… finally, I could save someone. Finally, someone believed in my medical skills.' Eric pulled out silver needles from his pocket. This was his chance to prove himself. A simple brain clot? No problem. With his acupuncture technique the dying man would wake up in less than ten minutes. But… there were troublemakers in the crowd. Just as Eric took out his silver needles, a few young guys with colorful hair and phones in their hands pushed through the crowd. "You can't let him treat anyone! This guy's a fraud, a wandering con artist. His medical skills are fucking terrible, and he goes around tricking people for food and money. That's bad enough, but he has no conscience, he harms ordinary folks like us. My relative grandmother died because of his so-called treatment!" The yellow-haired guy held up his phone, crying dramatically as if the world was ending. "Exactly! Did you see where he pulled those silver needles from? His pocket! What kind of real doctor doesn't sterilize their needles first? Even if you weren't sick before, a few pokes from those dirty needles, and you'd be done for in days!" The red-haired guy waved his phone, demanding an explanation with a smug look. "Traditional medicine is all about heritage. You claim you're some doctor who uses acupuncture—fine, then tell us: who's your master? Is it a family tradition, or are you the star student of some professor from a prestigious university?" The gray-haired guy smirked, holding his phone up with a mocking grin. "I know this guy! A few days ago, he barged into a Hospital, smashed dozens of imported medical machines worth hundreds of thousands, and injured tons of doctor they brought in from overseas for a patient. And that's not all—Head of the Kleinberg family? He secretly treated him, and now that old man's dead!" The green-haired guy raised his phone, his face full of fake shock. "…?!" When he saw this group of colorful-haired youths jump out, Eric felt like he was about to lose it. 'Why is it always you bunch of animals?' These colorful-haired punks had been tailing him ever since he got out of detention. Every time he showed any sign of stepping in to save someone, these jerks popped up to slander him. Originally, Eric Vaughn had planned to teach them a lesson. Even though there were five of them, they wouldn't stand a chance against him single-handedly. Whether it was poison techniques or assassin skills, dealing with a few punks like them would be a piece of cake. But the problem was… they all had phones. And they were livestreaming. What's more ridiculous? The five of them were filming each other, making sure every single one appeared in the streams. This disgusting tactic left Eric Vaughn with no chance to act. Sure, he'd spent years in the deep mountains and forests, but he wasn't some clueless bumpkin. He knew about live streaming, his three masters used to watch it all the time in the mountains. If he got caught on camera beating them up, it'd be a disaster. He'd just used his connections with the Dawn family in another City to get out of the detention centre, he couldn't risk going back in. He had no intention of becoming a jailbird. The colorful-haired crew were hired by Alex Butler. Each of them held a phone, live streaming everything. Normally, newbies like them wouldn't get any viewers, but they threw tons of money at it, big gift bags and cash giveaways kept the streams buzzing. Since they started broadcasting, every one of their channels had stayed above 50,000 viewers. When the online audience saw Eric step up again, shouting about saving someone, the chat exploded. [Holy crap, is this guy the reincarnation of a jinx? This is the sixth one, right? Who runs into six old folks with sudden emergencies in one morning?] [Total scripted. No way this happens in real life unless he's the king of bad luck.] [This dude's legit—I work in the ER at Hospital. We've had seven emergencies this morning, and I saw him at five of them in person.] [I'm here too! I've been following this guy—he brings disaster wherever he goes. It's freaking terrifying.] [For real, everyone watch out. Stay far away from this walking fucking curse. Anyone who runs into him is doomed. He wants to save people? He's the fucking reason this all is happening.!] [No way someone's dumb enough to let him try, right?] [Whoever lets him treat their family, I think they want them secretly dead… like you know…. When someone hires unknown people for hit… its like I'm watching a supernatural drama on streaming… lol] "…"