As the next morning came he woke up to the smell of breakfast on the table and a letter on the table.“Well that’s strange.” As he grabbed a piece of bacon he read the letter and sat down.Hey Mark,I am sorry but I can not continue this journey with you. I made a promise to my family that came here from Russia to get a degree and live an honest life. I am thankful that you avenged my grandma but I am soon to be an engineer and I can’t keep living in sewers and looking over my shoulders. I will be staying on campus at SCU. I took 3 of your st 6 grand to get on my feet. Thank you again. I hope you can put this behind you and make a new better life than this. If you don’t then I will be praying for you.If you need me you know where to find me,Katerina.P.S.Be Happy.As he looked at the letter and folded it as his heart sank. He had to be honest with himself. Katerina was a college student, she was not some superhero or anything like that. Anyone can py pretend in mortal danger but very few are built for the lifestyle.“That’s what I want. Not what she wants. I need to get my second power before I feel comfortable taking down the Allstars. She mentioned The Cracked Lantern and they host fights? I can beat up some chumps and If I have minor regen I could probably fight everyday. That could work. I still have 3 grand to py with and I can always go thug hunting and rob them.” “Let’s get paid.”He decided to go to The Cracked Lantern after an afternoon of training and practicing with his superhuman powers. The AI told him that while he had a Peak Superhuman Body he was new to his powers. He felt that if he did not stay in decent shape and was not a boxer before his proficiency would be much lower but at least he pushed it to 60 percent as he practiced for most of the day.He made his way on the subway over to The Cracked Lantern. The Cracked Lantern was on the outskirts of Lowridge next to the Bckrush River. He had to wait in a massive line for over an hour before he was let inside after paying a 10 dolr cover charge.As he entered the pce it looked like an EDM club straight out of the first Bde movie. There were dozens of college aged people dancing and jamming to House and EDM music to strobe lights. After several minutes he was able to fg down a woman that told him where the fight club was after throwing her 20 bucks.In the back of the club was a rge bay door guarded by two women in Exosuits with energy rifles. He looked at them and spoke up. “I am looking to catch a fight tonight.” One of them spoke up as the other handed him a death waiver and a pen.“We have several ranks.Bronze is for newbies. If you lose its 100 bucks but if you win its 500 bucks.Silver is for more experienced fighters there is a chance you may actually die in this tier. If you lose its 250 and a win is 2500 dolrs.Gold is for the very experienced and seasoned fighters most people here are more skilled to not actually kill each other but some of them have powers that make for a long recovery. If you lose its 500 and a win is 5000 dolrs.Ptinum is for the best of the gold that are allowed to rise up and fight in this tier. Some of these fights get televised. A lot of Rank 4-5 Supers fight in this tier. I would not recommend it for the faint of heart. If you lose its 1000 dolrs but if you win its 10K.What rank would you be interested in?” Mark thought for a second. If he was pnning on facing Jenny at least a Rank 3 Super with various other Supers he needed to push himself and discover what was actually possible.“Gold.” Each of the women raised their eyebrows before smiling as they opened the bay door behind him and one of them led him to the fighter area where he was a bevy of fighters, mostly female. He sat down next to a bck woman that had her hair shaved on the sides with a staff in her hand.He introduced himself as Seven and she introduced herself as Snap and was a Silver Tier fighter with a record of 55-8. He asked the obvious question.“Can I bet on myself?” She smiled at him before she spoke.“Of course. They have someone that can read minds and make sure there is no foulpy so it's good. Just up there and talk with Donavan.”He nodded before he stood up and went over to frontend of whatever this fight club was and was face to face with a thin Irish looking man before the man spoke. “Are you looking to bet?” Mark smiled and nodded.“Yes. I am looking to put 3 grand on Seven aka myself.” The man smiled.“Confident. The odds are against you though. Its 9:1 odds in your opponent's favor. I will have to read your mind to confirm there is no foulpy. Nothing I see will leave my lips. Please pce your face in my hands.” As Mark pced his face in the dude's hand as he did a warm feeling passed over him before the man moved his hands away. “You are clear to bet.” Mark smiled and put 3 grand on himself.“If you win you will get 27k with the housecut of 3% of the wins so your take home will be 26190 dolrs. Do you accept this?” Mark nodded as pced the money in his hand. The man smiled and did not even count it as he pced it in the money drawer.Mark went back to the Fighter area next to Snap. As he waited in the area he did catch versions of women of all ages looking at him but with his supersuit in the standard mode it hide his face and identity pretty well. Snap was called up soon after and decided to watch her match on the TV in the waiting room. He saw Snap go head to head against another women that appeared to be of south east Asian descent and dressed like some kind of karate master in a Gi and protective fighting gear with no supersuit.“That’s interesting.” As he saw Snap fight the woman who was announced as Lady Kung Fu. The fight was a one sided beat down as Snap used some kind of electrical bsts with her staff being the focus the dy combat rolled around pilrs or nimbly dodged the bsts as quickly closed the distance and unleased a furious combined of blows before she was pulled off Snap who with a gnce knew was dead. The Asian woman had hit her with a roundhouse kick at her neck and severed her spine. They hauled her body away as the announcer raised the other dy's hand as she bowed to the dead woman before turning and leaving the area as people cheered. Mark shook his head and did a small cross over his chest. “I can’t py around here or I will get my head knocked off.”