Closing In

The eastern part of the small town.

Uneven buildings and graffiti, chaos and a lack of rules defined this place. It had the highest crime rate in town, and the police only came when someone was killed.

Andrew, with his permed hair and tattoos, had no face to show at the Potential Institute today. As the longtime leader of the Advanced Potential Institute, he had been beaten black and blue by a kid from the first batch in front of countless disciples in the institute cafeteria yesterday. One side of his face was still swollen badly, and it throbbed faintly even now.

After what happened yesterday, all of Andrew's men had run off as well.

He was now little more than a country bumpkin.

"Damn it... Ah! That hurts!"

Unable to contain his anger, Andrew kicked a trash can, only to fracture his foot in the process.

He took out his wallet and stared at the only bill inside. In the end, Andrew chose to take the money to a convenience store and buy two cans of beer, intending to drown his sorrows. He wandered aimlessly through the area, while also looking for any wealthy loners he could rob once the alcohol took effect.

Before he knew it, he had finished both cans of beer and reached a relatively secluded area on the outskirts.

A rather elegant two-story building stood beside the road. A neon sign hung above the entrance, reading, "Monica's Long Legs." A dark-skinned woman with an excellent figure sat at the entrance, soliciting customers.

The alcohol drove Andrew's desires to the surface. He tossed aside the beer can in his hand and went forward to seek her services.

Once inside the private room, Andrew's head cleared completely. Monica's Long Legs was a famous establishment in town. Anyone