"A dog like you dares put his hands on me?!" The young master of the Tenaris family shouted in anger and slammed the man's chest. However, it seemed to have zero effect.
'He is a cultivator,' Mike realized. The Tenaris boy was not scrawny or anything and their frames were similar.
"This is not your family's city. I'm doing what the Sonora family tells me because I know they will protect me for following their orders." The guard shrugged as if the punch he just took was nothing more than a child's tantrum, "Now, don't force me to send you to sleep with your friends here on the floor. Go mind your own business."
"A security guard attacks the students at this school? This is outrageous!"
The two turned around and saw a blonde man coming toward them with his hands in his pockets. His face was shaved neatly and he wore a simple attire with the school's symbol, marking him as one from humble origins.
"Scram. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong," the guard growled. Even the big families did not want to have their names stained in public. After all, if the citizens saw them as corrupt people, they might ban their products. If that happens, only their competitors will enjoy it.
"I think this is my business. How can I walk away when a fellow student gets beaten by a man whose job is to protect us?" Mike smiled. He was standing chest to chest with the bodyguard now. They could feel each other's breath.
"Then pay the price, I don't have time for your bullshit," the guard held Mike's throat with his hand and squeezed, trying to pressure his carotid arteries to block his blood flow until he passed out. However, Mike continued to breathe normally.
"Argh!" The guard exclaimed in pain and walked a few steps back, holding his stomach. Mike was standing there with one leg in the air, letting them see how he placed it back on the ground. His hands were still in his pockets, showing his supremacy over the guard.
"Brazen, what gives you the authority to attack students here?" Mike scolded and jumped forward with light steps. Spinning in the air effortlessly, he delivered a kick so fast the guard couldn't see it. The older man was thrown to the floor, unconscious. Mike knew that the guard was in the right, so he tried not to leave any permanent damage.
"Brother, are you ok?" Mike turned to Young Master Tenaris who had remained quiet since Mike made his appearance.
"Yes, what is your name, Brother? I am Klaus Tenaris," the young master finally got a first name in Mike's brain.
"I am Mike Teuto."
The two shook hands amiably. Annie was long gone, using the guard's presence as a distraction to slip out from the situation as soon as everyone was occupied in the fight. She hasn't even seen Mike's fight.
"You are quite amazing, Mike, you even defeated a cultivator with your hands still in your pockets. Are you perhaps at the second stage?"
Klaus, a white man with sharp green eyes, finally asked the reason he treated the 'peasant' before him with respect. A second-stage high schooler could not come from a simple background.
"I am in the third stage, actually," Mike grinned and emitted the pressure of his golden core, just enough to make Klaus grimace for a short second.
"Haha, Brother Mike," Klaus laughed it off, "How about joining me for lunch? Since we met here, it must be fate bringing us together. Who knows, perhaps a long partnership and friendship could grow between us."
"Of course, I had the same thoughts," Mike walked by the young master's side. His plan of getting new backers was a smooth sail so far.
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Glottis sat in his room, looking at the window floating in front of him. He was about to claim the reward for stealing Harvey, which was helping him in the breakthrough.
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| -System Notice |
| Reward ready, grant it now? |
+---------------------------------+
"Sure."
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| -System Notice |
| Breakthrough begins, please |
| stay put. |
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Glottis started feeling a tingling sensation on his skin. It wasn't too bad, making him smile in relief that it wasn't going to be as painful as what Leo went through to strengthen his body. However, he soon found himself bored and tried to think of something he could do to remedy the situation.
'I could just call Sheela in the meantime and see if I can get laid, right?' he mused. Since he had nothing better to do, he followed his prompt plan.
"Call Sheela," he unlocked his phone and told his digital assistant.
"Calling Sheela Petit," the robotic voice confirmed as the phone started ringing. It only took her three seconds to pick up the phone.
"Hey, who is this?"
"Hello, Babe, it's me, Glottis Sonora, are you in the middle of something?"
"Young Master Glottis Sonora! I'm free, you don't have to worry about it!"
Glottis raised an eyebrow in surprise, he didn't expect her to sound so enthusiastic about his call.
"Your voice sounds a bit different on the phone, Cutie," he pointed out. Her voice in reality was slightly higher.
"Haha, I'm glad you remember what my voice sounds like normally. Maybe I just caught a cold, or this is just how my voice sounds through the phone," the lady on the other side of the call laughed. She sounded sincerely happy that Glottis called.
Before Glottis could become baffled at the complete shift of attitude, a strong pain assaulted him, especially in his stomach.
"MM ARGH" He groaned as he bent and held his stomach.
"Young Master? Young Master? Are you ok?!" Sheela shouted in worry. She heard him making pained noises but couldn't tell what was going on.
"I'm fine, just wait a minute, I will be right there!" Glottis pushed the words out of his mouth forcibly. He immediately pressed the 'mute' button before sprinting to the toilet like a thirsty teen would chase after her favorite idol.
"Yes, Young Master, I will wait," her voice came out rather loudly, but he did not pay any attention to it, he was occupied with more important matters.
"DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! SOMETHING IS ABOUT TO COME OUT!" He screamed out loud while pushing the door wide open and slamming it shut. He pulled down his pants along with his boxers and sat down.
*FFTTTTSSS*
A huge fart accompanied by wet noises echoed for a whole minute as he kept releasing black goo into the water underneath him. The pile just increased with every passing second of impurities discharge.
"Ahh…" he let out a relieved moan as it finally stopped. He rubbed his belly for a moment before taking back his phone.
He looked at the screen, shocked. 'No, that can't be!' he muttered to himself as he stared at the 'mute' button. It was not pressed. He misclicked. He pressed the speaker button.
"Young Master?" A hesitant voice came from the phone.
Glottis remained speechless, having no idea how he should save himself.
*FFFTTSSS*
"Argh," he groaned again as another wave of goo discharging happened, he hurriedly placed a hand on his mouth to muffle the moan he knew would come soon and clicked the 'mute' button, this time checking twice and thrice that he clicked the right one.
He just stared at the phone, unwilling to cancel the mute and talk.
'There's no way of making a comeback after this, is there?' he whispered to himself in despair.
"Young Master, I hope you are okay… I need to go back to the pole, my shift is about to start," Sheela said.
'Obviously, she is leaving… Wait, pole? Shift?' Glottis widened his eyes in surprise when he realized what was going on.
"Zoey, wait!" He said, "I'm sorry, my cousin left me with his sick baby, I was just changing his diapers," he came up with a random lie on the spot, he had some experience in this field; he was forced to lie to his parents and siblings about his whereabouts quite often in the recent years.
"Oh! I see!" The woman, who turned out to be Zoey, exclaimed. She sounded so relieved that Glottis could see the stripper's enchanting smile as she dropped on the poll in his imagination, a scene he had witnessed several times. "I was worried you felt… ill," she said. She did find it weird that Glottis called only to let her hear him struggle with diarrhea.
'That bitch! She gave me the number of the stripper!' He thought in anger before remembering he was still on a phone call.
"It's okay, we can talk later. Sorry for forgetting to mute my phone when that baby started… doing his stuff. Bye Zoey, good luck today at work, maybe I will jump over for a private show."
"You are always welcome, Young Master, bye!"
They hung the call and Glottis gazed at the air blankly, trying to collect his thoughts.
'I will just deal with it later,' he decided and started cleaning himself.