Leone Heir is Still Alive?(Part-2)

"Say we do find him, what are you going to do?" June asked, his eyes glancing into the carriage. There was a window with curtains behind him where he could see Bel.

"That's…" Bel frowned at the question. "Then I'll help him become the head of the Leone family! Surely, their enemies will come for me, which means there's going to be a fight!"

June couldn't help but chuckle. Bel had always loved fighting, even as a child. Now, she was willing to create drama by finding the lost heir of Leone just to satisfy her desire for combat.

June smiled proudly.

"Do you think Father will like this idea?" Bel asked hesitantly.

"I'm sure he will," June said. "He'll even support you."

"Oh, I remember now, the Leone family and ours are quite close," Bel muttered, her eyes lighting up.

…

"Nothing much has changed," Apollo muttered, taking a bite of his bread while looking at his progress on the status screen. He had just come back from Big Chub, where he had a quick conversation, bought some bread, and managed to steal one as well.

The status screen hadn't changed after 12 hours of cultivating the Simple Breathing Technique.

Well, it doesn't matter, I've clearly become stronger than before, Apollo thought. If he were to fight Bernie with his current strength, he was sure he would defeat him within a minute!

After a few bites, he finished the bread. Then he stepped out of his beggar spot and stood in front of it where people could see him. Only a handful of passersby glanced in his direction, too busy with their own business to be bothered by him.

Apollo also made sure the workers in the restaurant next to him were busy with their jobs.

It seems Filly Restaurant is doing well, Apollo thought before he sat down and put his hands above his forehead in a begging manner.

He didn't cultivate right away. Instead, he opened his system store and searched for the item he was planning to buy.

"Wish Me Luck: The heavens will bless the host while hell will pull the curses away from you. The host's luck will increase, but the percentage is random.

Time duration: 1 hour.

Alm points: 5"

Buy!

Without hesitation, Apollo bought the item and immediately used it.

"Wish Me Luck has been activated!

The heavens will bless the host while hell will pull the curses away from you. The host's luck will increase, but the percentage is random.

Luck Increase Percentage: 4%

Time duration: 1 hour."

It's one percent less? Hopefully, my investment will pay off, Apollo sighed before focusing on his cultivation.

Although there was still much he didn't know about 'Cultivation,' Apollo was certain that with the help of the system store, he could learn everything he needed. But he didn't want to waste his Alm points on things he could learn without buying from the store.

Besides, he felt that with the System, he didn't need to go out. He could stay in his beggar spot and slowly become stronger. He wanted to be on top of this world, but it wouldn't happen in just one night of cultivation; he needed to be patient.

After a while, his senses enveloped all the qi around him, and he started absorbing it through his mouth and nose.

…

A man wearing a black and white uniform with a serpent insignia on his right chest was walking in an alley. The sun's orange glare peered through the entrance of the alley. Slowly, his features were revealed. He had black hair and sharp dark eyes. One could say that he looked very ordinary; his body was also quite average.

He glanced around the alley and couldn't help but frown.

"He's not here, as expected," the man muttered. "I gave him a hard hit and he still managed to get out? A Leone indeed."

Where should I find that boy… he thought for a while before shaking his head. The city was big, and if he really wanted to find him, he would have to spend a lot of time, which he didn't want to do.

"The examination for advancement is coming up; I have to focus on becoming first," the man mumbled, starting to get a headache. "D*mnit! How did they even find out that the kid is still alive?! I should have killed him!"

Out of frustration, he punched the wall beside him, causing the air to explode and leaving a big crack in the wall.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Then the man started walking out of the alley. He decided to take a stroll for a while before heading back to the academy.

The moment he walked out of the alley, he immediately attracted the gazes of the people around him. Of course, he knew the reason was because of his uniform. As a student at the most prestigious school in Klown City, he was highly respected by ordinary people, though he knew some of that respect was not genuine.

Well, it's not like I really care about it. Most average cultivators have their egos inflated the moment they become one, tarnishing the reputation of the students of Sea Dragon Academy, the school the man was currently attending.

The man decided to waltz to the west of the city.

He kept looking around on his way, making sure he didn't miss anything suspicious. He even went into some alleys just to make sure. It didn't take him long to reach the less developed district.

"There are more people than I thought," the man muttered before he started looking for the Leone kid. This was the only time he would do this; then he would just make some excuse that he didn't find the boy.

He noticed a restaurant nearby and started walking towards it. He was quite hungry, so he decided to fill his stomach first. The man habitually took out his pouch of money while on his way to the door.

In his peripheral vision, he saw something, but the door suddenly opened and two drunk men walked out with a server behind them. They were the same men who had argued with the two women the previous night.

The student wearing the black and white uniform observed them before he walked past, but one of the drunk men bumped into him, causing his pouch to fall to the ground. The sound of coins rolling echoed, but the sharp-eyed student stared intently at the drunk man who had bumped into him.

"Haha… hiccup! My bad, kid! Hiccup!" The drunk men didn't even look at him before they swerved away.

"Sir, I'm very sorry about them," the server bowed his head toward the student and handed him the pouch that had fallen.

"No worries," the student took the pouch before entering the restaurant. Did I just miss something? he thought before shrugging while considering whether to kill the two drunk men or just let them be.