Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System

Chapter 202 Ilom brothers

The visiting hours were almost over by the time Tristan drove to the hospital. He hurried to get inside in time—there was enough security in the building to make getting past them illegally quite troublesome. The last thing he wanted was to start anything loud in a hospital packed with civilians.

By that point Tristan had changed his identity to the criminal one, though, so he was ready to do it if he really needed to.

The only free receptionist out of three in the main hall looked at him and the world with palpable exhaustion. The hall itself was crowded with visitors even at the late hour. People wanting to see doctors in the last hours before they stopped working, people who were asking about their loved ones in the patient rooms, and visitors who were just leaving.

'Nelson and Asher were definitely not the only people admitted here,' Tristan thought.

He approached the free receptionist at the registration desk and gave her his most charming smile. The smile she gave Tristan in return was almost genuine.

"Hello, how may I help you, sir?"

"Hello to you, too. Can you ask Mr. Asher Ilom if he will invite me for a visit, please? My name is Tristan Hayes—I'm a friend of his brother."

The woman blanched. A moment later, she forced her previous service smile back again, but it was too late.

"I apologize, but there are only fifteen minutes until the visiting hours are over. We don't accept new visitors anymore. Please, come tomorrow."

Tristan put his elbow on the registration counter and propped his chin on his palm.

"So his brother IS here? Did he give you any trouble? I bet he wasn't on the list of people Asher originally permitted visiting him."

His eyes bored into the receptionist's face like lasers. She froze, caught in that gaze, ensnared by Tristan's slightly melodic and absolutely hypnotic voice.

"I... Um... Ye-yes, he's here, but I'm not free to give that information... I apologize, uh..."

It was another spacious, but bland and clean expensive hospital room. Two people, with their faces identical up to their haircuts and scars, were inside.

Asher Ilom, whose face was smoother but whose hair was spread on the pillow like a blot of ink, was sleeping in the hospital bed. There were a few machines hooked to him, including an IV drip, but less than there were when Tristan had visited Nelson this morning.

Damien Ilom, who wore a short goatee and gathered his long hair into a ponytail, was sleeping in a leather chair near the wall, with his head rolled back and his mouth ajar.

When Tristan opened the door, both of them jolted awake. Damien pulled out a gun from a hidden holster and pointed it at Tristan; Asher huddled under his blanket as much as the cables and tubes attached to him allowed.

A moment later Damien realized whom he was pointing a gun at and hurriedly put it away.

"Oh. Boss. That's you. Sorry for that—reflexes, you know how they are..." he chuckled nervously as he stood up.

Tristan closed the door behind him, silently raising an eyebrow. By this point, Damien seemed to remember where he was—and where Tristan was.

His expression hardened, became defensive.

"Why are you here, anyway?"

Tristan glanced at Asher, who was watching the things going on with scared eyes of a civilian who was afraid that the big bad gangster might just shoot them for an imaginary offense.

Knowing this man and his social anxiety, Tristan dimmed down his fearsomeness for the moment and purposefully looked away from him.

It was always somewhat weird to talk with people you knew, but who didn't recognize you, anyway.

"Did you look at the time lately, Damien? Did you forget that you have obligations to fulfill?"