Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System Chapter 156: Not without accidents

The fan was another woman—many of Tristan's die-hard fans were won.

At first glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary about her. She had average looks, a figure that could be very generously called "plump" (or less generously, "fat"), and seed to be in her twenties.

She was dressed in a "Kinds of Animals" T-shirt, clutched an A4 notebook to her chest, and looked at Tristan like he could walk on water and multiply bread. Both were typical features of a die-hard fan.

There was sothing particularly intense about her bright-eyed stare, enough. And the thread of relationship coming from her to Tristan looked off.

From observation, Tristan knew that the colors only gave a general idea of the relationship's nature.

Red for love, blue for loyalty. Purple, which was a mix of two, was associated with a fan's adoration. But both love and loyalty could be very different even without other colors thrown into the mix.

This purple looked a bit yellowish, but Tristan wasn't sure what yellow ant.

"Mr. Tristan… I drew an art of you. Will you sign it, please? For Gabriella," the girl asked, opened the notebook and showed a page to Tristan.

On it was a fan art of Tristan singing into a microphone on the stage. Unlike in any of his actual stage costus, here he was dressed in a button-up shirt that was dramatically open, showing off Tristan's chest and abs.

It was a black and white picture, but very well done.

'A bit horny, but I like it,' Tristan thought. 'It's far from the worst filth I've seen drawn with …'

He suppressed a shudder from these mories and grinned at the fan, putting aside his earlier paranoid feelings.

"I look almost cooler here than in real life."

Tristan signed the picture in the corner with Gabriella and his own na. She squealed happily, clutching the notebook back to her chest again.

But instead of moving aside to let the next fan pass, she paused at the table, muttering under her breath.

"Thank you… thank you… now just one more thing!"

Suddenly, she lunged at Tristan, reaching out for his hair with one hand, while the other held the notebook.

Ti slowed down, letting Tristan see the movent in all detail. The girl stopped hiding the mania in her eyes.

Startled, Tristan looked over her hands, searching for weapons—but there was nothing.

The girl's trajectory was about to make her collide into him, and her hand was about to grasp Tristan's bird mask—or hair.

'Is she crazy? Looks like it. Great, at least she's not an assassin!'

The thought brought Tristan relief, and the ti imdiately sped up. Nevertheless, Tristan reacted quickly.

He pushed himself and the chair away from the girl with his feet, at the sa ti raising his arms to push her aside just hard enough to avoid her smashing into him.

The chair's legs screeched together with the alard cries of the nearest fans. The rabid girl landed on the side of the table and rolled off it.

"NO! Tristan, I need more of you! Please!"

The security team rushed in to pick her up and move her away from Tristan, who stood up from the chair and watched this happen with a frown.

From his spot at the side, Derek stepped up, waving his hands around.

"Everyone, don't worry, this situation was already dealt with! Please, rember to be respectful to Mr. Gello and other people during this signing event—"

"And in general. Be respectful to other people, guys. At least a little bit," Tristan said, cutting Derek off.

The smile he gave to the fans still waiting in line cald down those who were still agitated by what happened in an instant. A few people chuckled.

Tristan put the chair back in place and sat down again.

Now there was much more discussion among people who waited in line, but overall, the event ended without further problems.

A box was ticked in Tristan's status, but a new one appeared imdiately after.

He added it, because this was what he needed to really show his brother.

[Task complete: release your first album. Reward: your CP increased by 10000!]

[New task: reach top 25 of "most listened" charts for a day. Value: 2000.]

A new goal, but still plenty of reasons to celebrate.

From the reward for the complete task, the album was already going well! Only ti was about to show how much.

But by now, Tristan believed Derek was competent enough about promotions and marketing.

***

Later that night.

'And after all this, I'm sitting on 30 thousand Criminal Points and problems with the police. Like two pieces of a puzzle that I'm ant to put together,' Tristan thought in his temporary Los Angeles office.

That is, in his own apartnt, registered under Gello.

This place was safe, because Tristan limited his criminal dealings here to answering calls and sending emails. Lately, he had been doing a lot of criminal work remotely.

'Perhaps if I put enough points into my hacking skill, I will be able to get so dirt on the Chief of LA Police. Or, I can put points into the interfacing skill and forge so dirt.'

As Tristan understood from the skill's description, it was a unified skill for forgery, lockpicking, and other hands-on technical pursuits.

It sounded like a decent plan in Tristan's head. As long as the Chief of Police was under Tristan's thumb one way or another, all the LAPD will have to fall in line. He was, after all, their chief.

'And if the Chief is a person who refuses to be bribed or blackmailed, then perhaps an assassination is in order. The man's inheritor might be more… persuadable.'

With these thoughts, Tristan ssaged Vargas.

He was Tristan's best source of information related to the LAPD, and he had already been gathering information.

[Vargas, it's ti to do sothing about our police problem. I hope you did your research. What are the chances of the Chief of Police taking a bribe?]