Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain-Chapter 154: Comedian?!

Three more minutes had passed by now.

Henry was annoyed, but deep down, he was also getting anxious. Over half thirteen minutes had gone by—where was the ambulance no one knew. He couldn't even hear the siren of an ambulance.

He'd just called City First Hospital, and they told him the ambulance had left very minutes ago, right after his first 911 emergency call. They said it was dispatched immediately.

But now, more than thirteen minutes have passed since that call.

How could Henry possibly know that until the main character finished showing off, the ambulance wouldn't show up?

For the full explanation, just look at some movies: the bad guy dies, the hero limps out covered in wounds, and only 'then' do the police cars roll up to the scene.

Alex coughed lightly and kindly reminded, "Aren't you going to save someone? If you don't hurry, the ambulance will get here first."

Honestly, it takes way too long for the doctor type of hero to show off.

"I don't need you telling me what to do," Eric snorted coldly, his eyes full of defiance.

Before turning away, he spoke to Sera in a 'this is for your own good' tone. "Sera, trust me, this guy isn't a good person. He's definitely not the right match for you. He's only getting close to you because he's up to something. Please, keep your eyes open and don't let him trick you."

After taking a couple of steps, with his back to her, he added, "My skills are unmatched in the world. I'm absolutely certain I could've cured your grandfather's illness. I don't know why he passed away so suddenly, but if you still had doubt about me, I'll prove it to you right now."

Not only could he prove it to everyone watching online, but he could also show Sera. Eric rubbed his hands together, burning with determination.

This time, it was success or nothing.

'Good luck to you, buddy…' Watching Eric Vaughn march confidently toward the old man, Alex pulled a [Bad Luck Charm] from his system storage and silently teared it, the item effects aiming at Eric.

The next second, an invisible, mysterious force wrapped around Eric.

Just as he was striding forward with his head held high, full of confidence, he reached the front of the crowd. Out of nowhere, his left foot landed on top of his right foot. With momentum working against him, he tumbled forward.

Thud!

Eric Vaughn faceplanted, his butt sticking up in the air.

The accident happened so fast that the onlookers didn't react at first. A moment later, an old lady clutching eggs in a polythene to her chest stammered, "You're not trying to rob me, are you?"

Careless. He didn't dodge in time.

Standing up from the ground, Eric Vaughn no longer walked with his chest puffed out. Instead, he moved cautiously.

The crowd quickly parted, making a path for him, terrified he might try to blame them for his fall.

This time, Eric walked extra carefully, his focus razor-sharp. But after just two steps, the shoelace on his left foot somehow came undone.

Unaware, his right foot stepped on it, and with momentum kicking in again, he went flying forward once more.

In that instant, everyone froze.

"What Is this guy up to?"

"One fall wasn't enough—he had to go for round two?"

But this spot was not the place to fall forward. Just a moment ago, tumbling ahead didn't matter much, but this time, Eric was way too close to the old man.

The old man was sprawled on the ground, half-dead—or maybe fully dead, who could tell? Either way, if Eric went crashing down like a tiger pouncing on prey, the old man's fate would be crystal clear: game over.

Eric wasn't clueless. He sensed the danger in the nick of time. Channeling years of assassin training from his third master deep in the mountains, he twisted his body mid-air and pulled off an insane 720-degree spin—like something out of a stunt show.

Thud!

After the spin, he landed… right on his knees, practically bowing before the old man.

He dodged it—well, sort of. Not completely.

"…?!"

"…?!"

"…?!"

"…?!"

The scene turned awkward real fast.

"Dude, if you're gonna save someone, just save them. Why'd you throw in a full-on kneeling salute? Are you a comedian or what?"

"What's this? A gymnastics routine before saving someone or what? That's 100% art points, 0% medical skills."

"WTF MAN?!"

"Man, you're actually kinda nice as comedian!"

The rainbow-haired punk gang seized the moment to toss out some mocking jabs, and even the livestream chat went wild with laughter.

The crowd burst into mocking laughter all at once.

Sera couldn't hold it in either. She covered her mouth, giggling, "Is he a comedian or what?!!"

In all her years, she'd never seen someone manage to trip and fall the exact same way twice in such a short time.

"Do you think he can actually save that old guy?" Alex asked with a playful smirk, watching Eric flails around like a clown. Deep down, he marveled at the power of his unlucky talisman.

'System-shop stuff really is top-tier.'

Sera blinked a couple times, then shook her head. "I'd love to believe he could, but he's just a scammer trying to get attention. No way he pulls it off."

After all his grandfather death is a reminder to her of that.

…

Over there, Eric Vaughn rubbed his scraped knee as he stood up, his guard shooting through the roof.

Something's wrong. Really wrong!

But he couldn't pinpoint what. That uncertainty made his heart race, and for a moment, he seriously considered ditching the old man and not even bothering with the needles.

No way. He shook the thought off fast.

'I have to prove I'm not some fraud. My medical skills are unmatched! Sera's still watching—I can't give up…' After hyping himself up, Eric pulled anotger needles from his pocket.

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"The hell man… jow mnay needles do you actually have in your pocket?!"