Drake's POV
After 6 rounds of beating motherfuckers' asses and breaking their bones, the officials of this f*****g fight, who are having fun using me as a f*****g toy, finally let me stopped fighting. Despite defeating my opponents who are bigger and powerful than me, I used up all my strength and got bruises on my arms and legs from guarding myself.
"Still a monster like I used to remember, congrats boy." the old man patted me and escorted me to his office. Once we went inside, I sat on one of the sofa, "so, what do you need?" he starts.
"About the bounty on redheads." I spoke, he then stopped at whatever he's doing, my eyes went to him.
"I thought you already have someone giving you that information, boy," he spoke as he rummages something in the storage behind his desk.
"The barte
