I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: He’s Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When the morning sun shone into this rental house, Lott was like a clockwork machine.

He opened his eyes immediately.

He rolled over to get up.

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and did some warm-up.

He pushed open the door of his rental house.

He jogged along the neighborhood.

Lott had been doing this for five years.

Every step and every sprint that he took, he was under the supervision of the system.

Every breath he took was an exercise.

Lott was now like a machine.

If he could make himself stronger, he could keep going.

Two hours later.

Lott was panting heavily, his back completely wet with sweat.

At this time, the system slowed down his breathing.

He readjusted his rhythm.

With this kind of exercise, Lott was getting ahead from the life of ordinary people.

…

He went back to take a shower and had breakfast.

Lott returned to his rented house.

Here, he took out his old clothes and put them on.

In five years, not only his temperament, but his figure had also became stronger.

With just a set of ordinary suit, Lott was dressed like a model.

He looked at the man in the mirror who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

Lott’s eyes gradually became fierce and his aura instantly became gloomy and ruthless.

He no longer looked like the honest office worker from five years ago.

“You forced me to do all of this.

“You destroyed everything I have, so I’ll erase everything you have!”

…

In the afternoon.

At 15:10 on 21 November 2021.

Lott came to the place where he used to protest.

He looked up at a building a few hundred meters high not far away.

That was the building of the largest financial group in Chicago.

This building was built in the most prosperous area of Chicago.

Everyone who worked here was a well-deserved elite.

Seeing this, Lott’s lips curled into a cynical smile.

Back then, he had demonstrated in front of this building.

He had been kicked out.

He thought that his tragic experience could resonate with many people.

However, what greeted him was a cold gaze and an expression as if looking at the clown.

That was right.

How could these “elites” bite their master?

When evil did not fall on their heads, everyone felt neither pain nor itch.

In yesterday’s short call, Lott had aroused the other party’s curiosity.

He had made an appointment to meet this afternoon at Ica’s office in the Chicago Corporation building.

At this time, he had no intention of entering at all, only standing at the intersection not far from the building.

…

Time continued to pass.

When the time came to 15:20, a fleet of Mercedes-Benz appeared at the entrance of the Chicago Corporation building.

At the side of the building, several managers were already waiting at the door.

One hand was blocking the door frame and the other hand opened the door for her.

Lott leaned on the building from afar and carefully looked at Ica whom he had met yesterday.

Her long and straight legs, fashionable custom-made clothes, and sunglasses made her look cold and aloof.

Surrounded by the crowd, she looked like a blooming narcissus.

Lott’s eyes also turned from appreciation to indifference.

This flower was about to wither in his hands.

…

As Ica walked into the building, Lott raised his arm and counted the time.

According to the system’s prompt, he had determined the location of the other party.

It was 15:30.

“She should’ve arrived at the office.”

15:40.

“Her assistant will report all of today’s schedule.”

15:50.

“She’ll cancel all the meetings and guard the phone in front of her just to wait for a call.”

This was the agreement between Lott and Ica last night.

Posing as Ian’s friend, he would tell Ica what he knew at around 4pm.

This was Lott’s new plan.

This was a more exciting way to kill someone than smashing her upper body into meat paste.

He looked at the time.

At 4pm sharp.

Lott took out an old-fashioned cell phone from his pocket.

He used the phone card to call the Chicago Corporation…

This was also the company that had been caught in the trap.

After making the call, he used his identity as Ica’s assistant to inform the other party.

He had gathered all the equipment that was used for cleaning the external walls of the building on the top floor of the building to carry out the work.

Although the logistics manager was curious, he did not dare to say anything.

That was Ica’s company.

The fat and middle-aged logistics manager knew very well what kind of person Ica was.

Her occasional whim would cause trouble for a large group of people.

Old Ian also doted on his daughter.

So, everyone had no choice.

They could only try to cooperate with each other since they only came a few times a month.

Although he was curious why the call was not from the front desk but a string of unfamiliar cell phone numbers, as a low-level employee, he did not dare to question the other party’s orders.

So, he did not think too much about it.

The logistics manager immediately took out his phone to inform the nearby logistics personnel and approached the top floor area.

He looked at the clear sky in the distance.

“There shouldn’t be any problems today.”

The logistics manager took a deep breath and sat back in front of his office.

…

16:11:15.

Lott picked up the phone and called Ica.

After two beeps, the call was picked up quickly.

“Hello, are you that mysterious person?

“I thought we were supposed to meet? Why did you change it to a call?”

Ica was a little confused. She knew that in the business world, some sly old foxes would use some tricks to control the rhythm instead.

This was exactly what Lott wanted.

“Miss Ica, this isn’t important. What’s important is what I tell you, right?”

Lott did not seem to be in a hurry at all.

Clearly, the other party did not think so.

“Tell me what happened! Now!”

Ica’s tone was very urgent. The wait earlier had made her lose her patience.

“Miss, do you still remember the person who was hit by Young Master Ian five years ago?”

Lott’s tone on the phone was neither hurried nor slow.

“Hit by him five years ago?”

Ian would cause different troubles every year. As his sister, she had wiped his *ss countless times.

For a moment, she really did not remember.

“Then, let me give you a reminder.

“Five years ago, the man who always protested in front of the building.

“The man who was given hope by a phone call from you, but was personally crushed by you, and was locked up in Chicago prison.”

Lott’s tone was very calm as if saying this had nothing to do with him.

On the other side, Ica seemed to have thought of something and her pupils constricted.

She remembered the man that the mysterious man had mentioned.

The man’s girlfriend was knocked into a coma by her brother, Ian.

The man did not care about the offers that he was given and instead, came to the company to cause trouble. 

In the end, she had set up a trap to lure the other party over.

She had completely played the other party into her hands.

The moment she called the police, the man was caught red-handed.

Without any reason, he was sentenced to five years in prison.

She was still very pleased with this matter for a long time because personally playing with other people’s emotions was something that gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

However, she was a little puzzled.

“That trash, does he have the ability to take revenge on Ian?”

Ica’s words were filled with arrogance.

It was as if he was filled with disdain for his revenge.

“Pfft!”

Lott spat out a mouthful of saliva.

His face revealed an incomparably brilliant smile.

This was a completely different state of mind from the helplessness he once had experienced.

The system notifications kept refreshing.

16:15:23.

[Infuriate Ica.]

“He’s not an ordinary person, he’s me.

“I’m here for revenge.”

Lott said softly.

The air suddenly froze in the Chicago Corporation building.