Damon was listening to the Revenant System calling out his stat as he walked out of the clubhouse. He had leveled up once from killing Sanchez and his friends.
«Ding!
STAT
Host: Damon Mateo
Race: Human
Status: Former Mafia Lord
Level 3 (500/4,000)
Strength: 26
Agility: 26
Stamina: 26
Perception: 26
Endurance: ??
Cash: $33,000
(Normal humans have 7_10 as their maximum cap in attributes).
Skills: Hand combat (Lv 2), Gun combat (Lv 2), Soul devourer (Lv1)»
"Thirty-three thousand dollars, huh.. I guess it's enough to rent me an apartment to serve as my base for now." Damon muttered as he flagged a cab.
*
Meanwhile, in a well furnished room, the same room that once served as an office for Damon, sat Carlos Alberto on a couch. He had just received report that three of his men were found dead in Damon's previous secret apartment, and now Sanchez and a few others were killed inside the clubhouse.. what's even unbelievable is the name of the preparator.. Damon Mateo.
At first, Carlos had found this disbelieving, but not only did the handwriting on the piece of paper which was found inside room 11 belong to Damon, but even the bartender had sworn to have seen him.
"It's impossible. I blew his brains out myself. I saw the bullet come out of the back of his head. Either he's come back from the dead, or one of his loyalist is impersonating him." Carlos muttered. Yet, no matter how much he thought on this matter, it didn't make sense to him. No one else knew of Sanchez's involvement except the others with him there.
"Let's deal with this, one step at a time." Carlos muttered. He will resume the hunt for those loyal Damon, wipe them out and blame it on the Drakkov Cartel, just as he did when he killed Damon.
*
Damon had just rented a bedroom duplex for $9,000 for a month. He decided to go shopping. First for furnitures, then guns, and then for mercenaries. Dragon's Head Mafia group is a big one, he should know; he was once it's leader. A single man can't bring down that behemoth, which was why he decided to form a new gang of his own, but a smaller one, small but deadly, like the rattlesnakes of he West.
The cab stopped in front of a mall, the biggest mall owned by high-tier mafia group; the Merchantos. They had ties with the city's Chamber of Commerce.. and Damon was here to shop for all he needed. The Merchantos Mall was divided into two.. the front up which sold to the non mafians, and then they had the underground, which dealt on merchandise such as weapons, information, and even mercenaries.
Damon walked up to the receptionist who flashed a charming smile at him, which Damon returned.
"I just rented a three bedroom duplex, do you mind listing and costing all I'll need to equip it?" Damon said. The receptionist was stunned for a moment, but then a bright smile showed on her face. She quickly nodded and began working on her computer. Damon stood and waited for a few minutes before she was done. She showed him the list, and he nodded in approval, she certainly did a good job and listed out only the needed necessities.. the total price however was $15,000, and an extra $1,000 for moving them.
"Alright. Get them ready and move them to this address, also tell them to set everything in place." Damon said slid a piece of paper to her which contained a written address of his new apartment. He was being extra careful. He then pulled out his credit card, funny how Carlos hadn't swiped his credit card when he killed him.
"As you wish Sir." She said and swiped the card, the transfer was successful. Just as he took his credit card and wanted to leave, someone bumped his shoulder.
"Watch where you're going fool." The man said. This caught Damon off guard, he turned to look at the man; he has a rough face, but the tattoo on his neck caught Damon's attention, it was a snake biting its own tail.
"Drakkov cartel" Damon muttered.
"Whatcha looking at? A fancy suit like you never seen a real man before?" The man said with a menacing tone as he came dangerously close to Damon.
"I've been watching you idiota, you were hitting on my girl and making her all smiley." The mafian said, his breath reeked of alcohol.
"Huh?" Damon and the receptionist said at the same time. Damon then realized what was happening. Apparently this goon was crushing on the beautiful receptionist but has always been rejected by her. From her reaction, Damon deduced she was disgusted by the mafian.
"Seeing you might be a high-end fancy suit, I will let you off if you compensate me and then get on your knees." The man said.
"What's your name son?" Damon asked with a smile.
"What do you need my name for. Let me tell you, I'm with the Drakkov cartel, we killed the Dragon's Head Mafia lord and his family. If you don't get down on your knees and beg me, I will call my friends and they will break your limbs." The man threatened.
Hearing this, Damon suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed so hard tears seeped from his eyes.
"You, killed the Dragon's Head Mafia lord? Oh please, don't joke so lightly." Damon said, and his entire demeanor changed. Murderous intents leaked out, even the receptionist felt like the air suddenly got chilly.
"Why don't you call those friends of yours. I will give you five minutes to get them here, if they're not here in five minutes, then I'll kill you.. besides, your soul will benefit me." Damon said with a voice that sent chills down the mafian's spine. He realized the man in suit standing in front of him wasn't a civilian, but a cold blooded killer. He instantly sobered up as fear held his heart.
"Y-you think you are tough? W-wait till my friends get here." The man stuttered and took out his phone.
"Tony, get to the Merchantos Mall right now, there's a fancy suit who's insulting our Drakkov cartel. Bring more people with you." The man said and then paused.
"Okay, I'll be waiting." He pocketed his phone and a smile appeared on his face. "You should have just knelt down idiota, now you will have to crawl out of here when my friends come." The man said with a smug.
"Nothing is set in stone yet. And honestly, I thank you.. I was actually running low on money after making that purchase, but it seems the gods favor me." Damon said with a devious smile on his face, and this made the man confused.
"Let's see if that smile will still be on your face when my friends come." The man retorted. Damon simply shrugged and turned to the receptionist.
"Two cups of coffee, please, one of me, and one for this generous man over here." Damon said and turned to the man who was now even more confused, but a smile appeared on his face as he misunderstood Damon's words.
"Trying to bribe me with a cup of coffee? Too late idiota." He said and smiled.
"Just accept it while we wait for your friends." Damon said. His smile still on his face. He couldn't believe how things played out.. truly, good things comes to those who wait.