Arlo was in a movie theater, watching the original version of El Man. A pitying smile crept up onto his face. “If this version had been released, it would have probably shaken the world. Too bad, it didn’t.”

Blackbear was standing behind his seat. It was a private screening, so only those two were present right now.

“Trying to do two things at once will make one fail in both,” Blackbear remarked. “Not only did he try to produce two big movies, but he also got too greedy and wanted to release the films by himself. Naturally, he made a lot of enemies, and that made things easier for us.”

“Mm, so what did you want to talk about?” asked Arlo glancing back at Blackbear who seemed to have suffered some wounds.

“One of our customers asked me to spoil a girl’s name.”

“So?”

“That girl is… Rebecca Sterling.”

“Who’s this customer?”

“The foreign pro-wrestler.”

“Ah, Don something.”

“Yes, sir. Donovan. That’s the guy. What do you want me to do?”

“Well, things are just getting interesting,” Arlo rub