Beggar Cultivation System

Chapter 23 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

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.