Urban LitRPG System-Chapter 77: Local Bully.

Max was surprised that he managed to finish collecting the rest of the money from different ATM booths around Munich within the time window, withdrawing controlled amounts from multiple locations.

The full seven hundred grand was now secured, and with one hundred fifty grand already stored safely at his apartment, the total stood at eight hundred fifty grand, the weight of it not just physical but mental.

Bronte the gangster had demanded eight hundred fifty thousand euros from Jennifer, the exact figure now sitting in Max’s possession, she was surely living inside a nightmare she didn’t deserve.

Phew! So much money, I’ll teach this bastard a lesson when I get a chance, now is not the time to flare up, I’ve to invite Finn’s parents to a dinner to discuss further.

Max shook his head once, tightening his jaw, then throttled his bike forward as the engine responded instantly, it was 03:27 PM, and instead of heading home, he planned on finding Saoirse first to see if he could get any lead on what was happening around her.

He drove toward the TUM campus, weaving through afternoon traffic until the university buildings began to appear, TUM was also a very famous university just like his LMU, but the atmosphere felt slightly different the moment he entered the area.

LMU was mostly known for its strong theoretical fields like Human Medicine and law, with historic buildings and classical lecture halls, while TUM was more modern in design and focused heavily on engineering, industrial research, robotics, and computer science.

The buildings around him looked newer, more technical, filled with labs and research centers instead of old stone facades like his university.

It’s a pain in the ass.

Max shook his head as he crossed one of the TUM branches in the city, the Garching campus and the inner-city buildings scattered instead of being centered in one place.

LMU felt woven into a single district with connected streets and faculty buildings close to each other, while TUM was decentralized, spread across Munich with multiple campuses and specialized departments.

There were many buildings and different faculties nearby, students carrying laptops and project models walking between them, and Max rode slowly through the internal roads, looking around carefully and trying his luck, hoping to spot Saoirse without wasting too much time.

His bike of course caught attention, the engine echoing loudly between the modern TUM buildings and concrete walkways, it was making too much noise for a university compound, and if a red Ducati enters your campus courtyard you have to look at it whether you want to or not, heads turned instinctively from study benches and café tables.

A few girls seated outside one of the faculty buildings waved their fingers at him playfully, sitting on the low concrete steps with coffee cups and laptops open, they were clearly teasing and having fun.

But Max slowed and stopped his bike, not because he wanted to flirt, but because he needed information and this was the easiest way to get attention without asking around blindly.

The girls who were giggling after waving at Max were visibly surprised when he actually stopped, their playful expressions turning slightly nervous, Max parked neatly near the side of the internal road and got off without removing his helmet.

His simple action alone caught more attention than the engine noise, students nearby pretending not to stare but clearly watching.

Max was six feet six and carried himself with natural charisma, even though he was wearing a helmet it didn’t diminish his aura at all, his height, broad shoulders, and grounded posture were obvious, and his walking style carried the weight and balance of someone with heavyweight MMA experience.

Although normal people wouldn’t understand his walking style or the balance behind it, they were still awed by the way he moved.

When he reached them he flipped his visor up slowly, revealing his face without removing the helmet entirely, then smiled in a friendly way and pulled out his phone calmly, not invading their space, stopping at a respectful distance.

" Hello, I am a student from LMU, freshman, I was searching for a friend called Saoirse, she’s an Irish girl, petite red head. "

Max first showed his student ID clearly, holding it at chest level so they could see the LMU logo and his name properly, not flashing it aggressively but making it visible enough to remove doubt.

He was just making sure they understood he wasn’t some random biker coming in for trouble, on the contrary he was like them, just another student, and he was searching for someone he cared about.

The girls looked at each other the moment he said Saoirse’s name, the smile that had been there seconds ago disappearing, one of them slowly closing her laptop, another lowering her iced coffee to the step beside her.

They were still seated on the concrete stairs outside the faculty building but their posture shifted, shoulders straightening, expressions guarded, they clearly recognized her immediately, and Max didn’t miss the way their eyes exchanged silent concern.

" Why are you asking? "

" If this is about those guys again, just... don’t make it worse for her, okay? She’s already dealing with enough. "

They didn’t raise their voices, but there was firmness in their tone, protective and cautious at the same time, even though Max’s height and presence were imposing, they didn’t shrink back or look intimidated, which told him something important about how serious the situation around Saoirse might be.

" Oh? Tell me about those guys, I am actually here to help her out, she works hard the whole day in a restaurant, can’t see her getting bullied. "

Max said it in a calm tone, not defensive, not aggressive, just steady, and when he heard that they were worried about her, he gave a small reassuring smile.

Then he removed the helmet fully this time and placed it beside him before sitting down on the concrete steps near them, not too close, just enough to show he wasn’t above them, more like an old friend dropping by to talk rather than someone interrogating.

His attitude shifted the mood instantly, the tension in the air easing, the girls looked at him again, this time with more openness instead of suspicion, so they adjusted their seating positions slightly, turning their bodies toward him.

Six girls now loosely gathered around him in a half circle, leaning closer and lowering their voices, they began talking about Saoirse in soft whispers, glancing around occasionally as if worried someone from those "guys" might overhear them somewhere nearby.

" So, you’re saying some pathetic son of a bitch is walking around acting superior and making it hard for the international students? That’s all? "

Max, hearing that it was just a local bully and not some organized gangster situation, was a little shocked, not disappointed, just surprised at the contrast, recently he had been dealing with people far out of his league.

Real threats with money and influence, so hearing that this was just a loud campus idiot felt almost unreal, someone he could handle himself without strategy or backup, and that realization brought a quiet, almost amused calm to his mind, a good kind of shock.

" Pretty ladies, where can I find this bastard? "