Chapter 9 - Mission Complete
'Wait, I have an idea. Isn't his father important to him?' A thought finally struck him.
"What the hell are the mission details?"
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| Current Missions |
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| - Did You See Him? |
|-Details: Defeat Mike Teuto in front |
| someone he cares about. |
| - Prize: Stealing 10% of his Fate |
| - Progress: 90% |
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'Oh, it's nearly done, I only need a bit more!'
With renewed vigor, Glottis joined Donny in kicking the boy on the ground. One kick, two kicks, one groan, two groans.
"Haha, maybe I should open that coffin to let your father see how pathetic his son is!" Glottis was getting drunk on the sensation of control.
*Ding*
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| Mission Complete |
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| - Did You See Him? |
|-Details: Defeat Mike Teuto in front |
| someone he cares about. |
| - Prize: 29 Fate Points |
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The moment the fate points were transferred, Mike felt a huge sense of loss. He attributed it to Glottis' threat, and his fury rose to new heights.
"I WILL KILL YOU!"
His aura blasted and an explosion sent both Glottis and Donny a few meters away.
"Argh!"
Glottis screamed in pain, it was the third time today he suffered. It was one of his worst birthdays yet.
"Fuck, he is using a secret technique!" Donny cursed. "Boys, take him down!"
Mike stood up, ignoring the many wounds and injuries on his body. His face was distorted in rage, and he emanated a thick killing intent. He gazed straight at Glottis, marking him as his first target.
'Secret Technique?' Glottis got cold feet as soon as he saw Mike stand up. He already faced him head-on once, and he knew he didn't want to do it again. 'Right, the gun!'
"Haha, do you think you can do anything against me because of a secret technique? What are you going to do now?" Glottis took out the pistol his brother gave him and aimed it at Mike. The latter did not move; he only looked at Glottis with disdain.
"That's right, can't move from fear?" The young master misidentified the disdain as fear, "Kneel and beg for mercy and I might let you go."
"Glottis, this gun is not enough, he is at the second stage! His body is strengthened!" Donny shouted in anxiety, making Glottis widen his eyes in fear.
"It's too late!"
Mike dashed toward Glottis, intending to kill him right then and there. He started with a punch to the guts, making his nemesis collapse on his knees.
"We won't let you!"
Ten guys equipped with clubs surrounded them, and two cultivators of the first stage joined the fray first. Mike blocked the clubs with his bare arms, and delivered a long round kick that sent both of Donny's men flying with broken jaws.
Two others took their place. Mike ducked under one swing and grabbed the wrist of the other, with a quick pull, he sent him crashing into the third man to attack. The attacks still came; one man tried to break his kneecap, but Mike raised his leg slightly, letting it hit his shin instead. His face revealed pain for a moment before he punched the attacker in the face, sending him a few meters away with a broken nose and some teeth missing.
*SCREECH!*
A black car stopped by Glottis' side with a drift.
"Come in!" The door was opened swiftly and a man pulled Glottis without any gentleness in. Before Glottis was even fully inside, the car took off at full speed.
"COME BACK HERE, I WILL FREAKING KILL YOU!" Mike screamed as he watched the two young masters escape. He could only take out his anger on the remaining thugs.
'Ah… I'm out of time…' Mike thought as his technique ended and he collapsed on the ground, passed out.
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"Sir, shouldn't we intervene? The citizens expect the police to take care of such situations."
Two policemen stood at a street corner not far away. At first, they thought it was a real car accident and rushed to help, but when they realized it was an underworld quarrel, they stopped.
"No, thanks. There are a few cultivators there, they will just beat the crap out of us," the senior stopped the rookie from making a mistake.
"Should we call for backup? We can use the guns, too," the junior didn't give up. He was filled with righteousness; he wanted to keep the streets safe.
"No, don't be an idiot. Look at these cars, those people are at the top of the food chain. We don't want them to target us."
"But the poor boy, those shameless thugs are ganging up on him! What if he dies because we didn't intervene?"
"What poor boy? Don't believe his exterior appearance. How can a normal boy be that strong? He looks like he is still in high school!" The older policeman explained, irritated by his junior's naivety.
"Sir, are you saying he must have a powerful master or background?"
"Exactly, and people who dare beat him up should have a background just as frightening."
With that, the two decided to watch the show without butting in until the last moment.
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A girl was walking by. She was there by chance; she did not know that Mike's father died, nor that Mike was there. When she saw the hearse, she considered going and saying a few words of consolation but hesitated when she remembered Mike's enemy.
*BOOM*
Just when she made up her mind to do the right thing and be polite, the car 'accident' happened, and the brawl took place. When she saw the men behind it, she thanked god for her hesitation and watched from a safe distance.
"He lost… He is strong, but in the end, he is only one. He can't fight all this money and resources," she muttered to herself when she saw the boy collapse.
Sheela sighed and took out her phone. She dialed the emergency number and called an ambulance. When they arrived, the young woman gave them some vague details about a street fight and escorted Mike to the hospital. He had missed his father's funeral.
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*Ding!*
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| Hidden Mission Complete |
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| Don't You Care About Your Dad? |
| -Details: Make Mike Teuto |
| miss his father's funeral. |
| - Prize: Aid in breaking through |
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