Chapter 6 - Donatello

"Donny, stop everything and look into Mike Teuto, find everything you can on him! Keep this a secret from my family."

"Oh, Glottis, what's up? Who is Mike Teuto?" A deep voice came from the other side of the call.

"If I knew, why would I ask you for information? He is a blonde guy my age, that's all I know."

There was a moment of silence as Donny thought about the situation. "Do you want to find dirt on him for blackmailing?" He tried to figure out the investigation's purpose.

"No, I want to know everything, I don't care if there's dirt."

"Fine, I will have all the basic information about him within an hour, do you want me to call you when the results come back?"

"No need, I will wait for you in Starshine Club, be there in one hour."

Glottis hung up the phone and rubbed his ribs, moaning from the pain. He was beaten black and blue, and he could do nothing about it.

'Damn it system, why do you give me a mission I can't accomplish? What the hell is this mission?!'

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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 |

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'So there's a prize,' he mused as he read the ethereal window. 'is it worth the trouble? I'd multiply my current fate points a few times if I complete it, but what does it mean?'

Glottis wasn't a complete idiot. From the semantics, he could guess it was something related to his future, and the more points he had, the brighter his future should be. However, it seemed surreal. How could a random boy have so much while arguably the most fortunate people in the republic, Leo and he, did not even have as many points as the average person?

He spent one hour applying a healing lotion he kept in his car on his wounds. It was a product of alchemy and had strong healing qualities. He knew it wouldn't make the bruises on his face disappear instantly, but it could reduce the swelling. He distorted his face and let a sharp exhale out every time he touched the sour spots.

He drove to the Starshine Club at high speed and parked in the VIP section. The guards knew his car; he was there often.

"Where is Donny?" Unlike his usual self, he skipped on the flirt with the pretty hostess who welcomed him in a tight dress.

"Young Master Donatello is waiting for you upstairs in private room number four. Should I lead the way?" She was surprised by the lack of a lustful comment but answered quickly. She was almost worried, especially considering the visible bruises on his face.

"No, I know where that is. By the way, here's a tip for being hot," Glottis pushed a bill into her cleavage before climbing the stairs.

'I guess there's nothing to worry about,' the girl thought to herself as she smiled at him, revealing two rows of white straight teeth. "Thank you, Young Master," she giggled, letting her breasts move enough to make the paper between them flutter.

He only spared the sight one glance before going to meet with Donny. 'That's a normal reaction to money,' Glottis frowned when he recalled the girl who refused him that morning.

"Hey, Buddy- woah, what are those bruises? Don't tell me, did your father beat you up on your birthday?"

A black young man got up from a cozy couch as soon as Glottis entered. He had a wide nose and two small black eyes whose presence was shadowed by a big afro haircut. The colorful room was dark, and loud music masked their conversation in case someone tried to eavesdrop. A tall pole took the center of the room on top of a small stage, but it was empty.

The two shared a quick hug after clapping hands and Donny scrutinized the wounds on Glottis' face.

"Looked enough? What do you have on that kid?"

Donny's father worked under Glottis' father, and the two turned friends since childhood. At first, Donny was told by his father to lick up to Glottis, but after a while, the two managed to break the ice and put aside formalities. Now, Donny was one of the few who did not have to refer to Glottis as "Young Master."

"Not much, only basic knowledge. I found out he has a little sister, his father just died in the hospital less than an hour ago – he was kept there after being involved in a deadly car accident. His mother left them when he was still a child, so it's just him and his little sister now. Apparently, a few of my thugs chased him last night after he roughed up two of my debt collectors when they were discussing business with a shop owner, but he disappeared."

Glottis snorted at Donny's phrasing. "Discussing business" meant those thugs were busy intimidating the said shop owner to pay his debts by breaking furniture in his house with bats or threatening to beat up his family.

"Don't give me that, it's an honest work. Those people knew what they were going into when they accepted my terms for a loan," Donny laughed lightly.

"Honest my ass. But I can respect that you get your own money. I'm doing just fine with Dad's black card though. Anyway, let's discuss what we can do to deal with this guy, he is the one who did this to me and he is a cultivator. He was talking shit about me being unable to do anything without my family, so let's take care of it ourselves."

"A cultivator?" Donny was caught in surprise, and he was evidently hesitant. "Maybe you should go to your family for it. I only have low-stage cultivators under me, and I don't want to risk losing them if he's strong."

"Don't be a wuss, he is just a boy my age. He can't be too strong. I already have a good plan in mind, listen."

Glottis proceeded to explain his plan with enthusiasm.

"Haha, this one is funny. Let's do it, I will arrange everything. Let's meet again in the evening. By the way, was that girl that… Mike harassed… as hot as you describe her?" Donny agreed to the plan and asked what was brewing in his mind since the start.

Just then Glottis realized he never had a good look at her, but his confidence remained unwavering.

"I didn't have a good look at her face, but I can tell by the way her ass wiggled when she walked. Trust me, it's scientific, and she's hot."