We just beat someone until their legs and legs were completely broken. One was kneeling and couldn't move, and the other was lying down and couldn't move. Why do you want the person to stand up again?
Where to stand?
I can’t even stand up!
Why is this person so difficult to deal with?
This is obviously a rhythm that is going to kill us!
"Wait, wait, let me compensate you and spare us," Mou Dao turned pale, "10,000! Can I compensate you 10,000? Let this matter go away like this? Is that okay?"
"What?!" Ye Chong raised the corner of his mouth, "You have wasted so much of my energy and precious time, and you just want to pay 10,000 yuan to get rid of me. Is this the way your Mou family behaves? Could it be that... it's really special
Do you think I’m a beggar?!”
Da da da!
Ye Chong walked slowly to Mou Dao, put his hands on his legs, and looked at him coldly.
"You... don't act recklessly. What do you want... to do...?" Mou Dao was sweating profusely and kept leaning back, obviously afraid of being slapped hard by the other party.
At this point, even if he didn't want to admit it, he still had to admit that the guy in front of him who lived at the bottom of the Sky Tower was really powerful and cruel and should not be easily provoked.
But……
late!
If time could go back, he would never stand up for Mou Laosan, the bastard, and do the stupid thing he is doing now.
He was afraid.
Really scared.
From my bones to my facial expressions and eyes, I was afraid.
He originally thought that he would achieve extraordinary things through hard work since childhood, and he even privately looked down on the official disciples of his family, thinking that they were just from good backgrounds, and other than that, they could not compare with him.
Not to mention the candidate in the mortal world who lives on the bottom floor of the Sky Tower in front of me.
However, now, he really began to worry that the person in front of him would kill him on the spot without blinking an eye.
There is no doubt that this possibility exists.
Although Kyushu Martial Arts Academy stipulates that martial arts can be fought, one cannot commit suicide in vain, otherwise, one will be severely punished.
But……
Heavy penalties?
What heavy penalty?
The fines are also heavy.
Imprisonment is also a heavy penalty.
Carrying out dangerous missions for the academy is also a heavy punishment.
Is it really serious to receive such a heavy punishment for killing someone during a martial arts fight?
Mou Dao's eyes flickered, and even his soul was trembling.
Ye Chong said nothing, just looked at the other party coldly, and even inadvertently glanced at the dagger on Mou Dao's waist.
Whoosh!
A stream of cold sweat flowed directly from Mou Dao's head, and it fell to the ground in drops, as if it had been washed by water.
Now Mou Dao really has the urge to kneel down, but why the hell is he kneeling on the ground now, okay?
"Can you kneel again?!"
Mou Dao was shouting silently in his heart, and his tears also flowed down.
At this time, the three Mou family disciples standing aside all looked at Ye Chong with smiling faces.
"Please spare us?"
"Classmate, please let Mou Dao go. He is too seriously injured and needs treatment as soon as possible."
"What are you going to do to let us go?"
"Oh my God, what happened to Mou Laosan? Did he faint?"
…
Ye Chong glanced at these people coldly, with an expressionless face and said nothing. Instead, he slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out the beautiful dagger from Mou Dao's waist.
"Don't... don't mess around!" Mou Dao, whose body was like a sieve of chaff, trembled and roared, but his voice was hoarse, like a fish that kept opening its mouth when exposed to the air.
"Brother...brother, please...let him go." The tallest member of the Mou family drooped his hands and his face had already turned extremely pale.
Whoosh!
Ye Chong pulled out the dagger, and suddenly the light flickered and the coldness hit him.
He couldn't help but nodded, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
Then, he slowly swung the dagger and patted Mou Dao on the face.
thump!
Mou Dao wailed and fell to the ground, his mouth wide open as he cried silently, with spit and balls crisscrossing it, which made people feel a little distressed just to see it.
"What, do you think 10,000 yuan can really compensate me for my losses?" Ye Chong stood up and gently raised the other person's chin with his foot and said.
"No...can't." Mou Dao's snot and tears mixed together.
Seeing a long stream of viscous liquid flowing towards the upper part of the shoe, Ye Chong immediately twitched his foot backwards.
Snap!
Mou Dao's chin hit the ground, making a crisp sound, which was also accompanied by a miserable howl.
"Is he a man?" Ye Chong raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Mou Laosan who was lying motionless on the ground, and then looked at Mou Dao.
As a result, the latter kept nodding his head, looking very vigorous, and his chin collided with the concrete floor, making a "dong-dong-dong" sound.
Bang!
Ye Chong threw the dagger next to Mou Dao's head, and then said: "I am very busy and don't want to waste time with you."
"You have two choices now."
"One, offer a satisfactory price and compensate for all my losses."
"Two, swallow this dagger. From now on, you and I will owe nothing to each other."
"Okay, now tell me, what is your choice?"
Wow!
A burst of noise immediately erupted from the top and bottom of the cupola.
"Hey, boy from the Mou family, please pay the money quickly, otherwise he will definitely kill you without blinking an eye."
"You idiot of the Mou family, your life is at stake! If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood."
"I'll go, this guy is awesome. He definitely had a head-to-head confrontation with the Mou family. He's brave, not bad."
"A non-quasi-martial arts candidate from the martial arts academy independently challenged the Mou family, a martial arts family. I'm afraid this news will spread throughout Zhongdu City, right?"
…
"Compensate!" Mou Dao roared in a hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but his voice was still not loud, "I... choose to compensate."
Ye Chong raised the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and looked at the other party calmly.
"100,000," Mou Dao breathed heavily, "I am willing to pay 100,000."
Ye Chong raised his right hand, looked at it over and over, and then slowly clenched it into a fist.
"500,000," Mou Dao shrank, "I can only afford so much, I'm really poor."
Whoa!
Ye Chong tipped his toes, and the dagger flew up and landed in his hand. Then he flicked the dagger with one finger, making a clear sound.
Immediately afterwards, the dagger fell from the air and hit the concrete floor with a clanging sound, barely missing Mou Dao's cheek.
"One million, I can only raise 1 million at most. I can't get even a penny more. You...you kill me!" Mou Dao looked at the other party in horror, just like a little white rabbit.
Big eagle.
"Okay, then 1 million," Ye Chong nodded with a smile, looked at the people around him, and then said: "Just listen to your boss, 1 million per person, trade on the spot."