"Happy birthday Mr. Henicky!' "I bought you a soul calming lotus" "I bought you a bottle of Quss D' Vore wine. It's vintage!" Mr. Henicky sat majestically at at throne like arm chair, as twenty something youths in lavish clothing showered him with expensive gifts and well wishes. All of the youths in the banquet hall each hailed from the top families and organizations in Delta City. Even the young heirs of the top ten families were present. With this one could see just how much prestige Mr. Henicky had in Delta City. "I am grateful for all the gifts that you all gave me" Mr. Henicky swept the youths in the hall with a deep gaze, nodding his head in satisfaction. At that moment, Charlotte and Drew happened to enter into the banquet hall, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall. "Look who decided to show up" Sophie scoffed with sarcasm when she saw Charlotte. Although her father was merely a the manager of Benzo bank, nobody dared to treat them lightly, thanks to the

Roby's Delight.. Drew parked his car at a corner of the restaurant and alighted down. Roby's Delight was an asset owned by Dremelia Group. It was once the asset of one of West Wings gangster bosses named Murphy. It's been a week now. According to Amelia, the poultry farm was at it's earliest phase. But due to the large budget he gave to her which was more than enough to take care of the birds for another two months (including their lavish eating). And so, Drew lived his life spending time with his mum, going on expensive dates with Diane and Charlotte, and partying at clubs. Thanks to all these, he'd managed to amass 200 deci points. But for the current him, such an amount was extremely miniscule. Today, Julian helped arrange a meeting between him a record label boss. The meeting was taking place in Roby's Delight. When Drew got in, one of the restaurant staffs respuctfully lead him upstairs, since they were well aware of his status and identity.The space upstairs was located o

Drew swaggered in like he was taking a radom stroll at disney land. "How did you get here so fast? where are my boys outside?!" Sir Elon unconsciously took a step back. After the whopping he suffered at Drew's hands, he had unkowingly developed an inner fear towards him. "They won't be waking up anytime soon. Though, it seems that there's an interesting show going up" Drew grinned when he saw the line up. "Drew give it up. Mr. Elon is a member of the Pluto Kings guild. Although you are stronger than each of us present here, you are just a slightly stronger ant when compared to the Pluto Kings guild" "Yeah! Mr. Elon is our only true boss. Did you think a stranger like you can snatch away that position?" The various underworld bosses chastized Drew, while supporting Sir Elon. Many of them started off as street hustlers, causing the 'survival of the fittest' and 'go with the flow' rule. Since Sir Elon had an even more stronger reinforcements than Drew, the didn't mind latching on

Grand Patriarch?! Jeff and some of the onlookers gawked as they witnessed the sight of Becky bowing before Drew. "Hm?" Drew couldn't react for a bit. Afterall, he was anticipating Becky's attack from the get-go. "Grand Patriarch? what Grand Patriarch? Boss are you okay?" Jeff rushed over to Becky, intending to check whether her temperature was right. "Leave us!" Beck gave him a sharp glare before respectfully addressing Drew. "This way Grand Patriarch" The crowd watched with astonishment as Becky respectfully led Drew into the hotel. However, the most confused of them all was Jeff. He had been a member of Pluto King guild for quite a number of years, and yet, this was his first time seeing Becky acting subserviently towards somebody... "Alright spit it out. Who are you?' Drew finall asked after Becky led him into a secret compartment. He was extremely relaxed, unafrahd of an unexpected silent ambush. The distance between his strength and the other party was just too vast!

Two days after Dremelia Investment Group had their first employment batch, a juicy news began circulating. According to the Employees, they all recieved a welcome bonus of ten thousand dollars! both from the office staffs down to even the security men. Such level of generousity further garnered the attention of unemployed graduates who began flocking over. Too bad that there was no longer an employment slot available... Drew parked his car at a restaurant. These previous two days that passed saw him thoroughly digesting the knowledge that came with the *Business Acumen* skill. It was a shame that he couldn't level up the skill since the next level up cost ten thousand deci points! Walking into the restaurant, Drew scanned the place with his sharp gaze before making his way over towards a table occupied by a middle aged pot bellied man in business suit. "You must be Mr. Drew?" the middle aged pot-bellied man smiled warmly at Drew.His name was Marcus Jonas, the manager of Trib