"You've got a nerve, asking for a hundred million?!"
Zhang Zehu's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
For someone like him, a high-level warrior who spent his time in the wilderness, it would take at least a year or two to earn a hundred million.
"Luo Feng."
Director Li from the Thunderbolt Martial Hall frowned. "That price is too high."
"Old Li, this price isn't high..."
Director Wu Tong from the Extreme Martial Hall smiled enigmatically. "Don't forget, when Luo Feng took his practical assessment, your Inspector Lei Meng, Battle God, was also present..."
"Huh?"
After hearing the words "Inspector Lei Meng, Battle God," Director Li's expression immediately darkened, and he looked at Zhang Zehu.
The news of Lei Meng going for the practical combat assessment had spread long ago.
But very few people knew the truth.
Director Li happened to be one of those who knew. He glanced at Jiang Li, who was sitting beside Wu Tong, and took a slight breath.
"Luo Feng, give me a price, twenty million! If you accept this, the matter is settled, and you'll be giving me face!"
Zhang Zehu stared fixedly at Luo Feng, stating his bottom line: "Otherwise, you are not giving me Zhang Zehu face!"
Twenty million?
The people from Extreme Martial Hall also frowned. Five War-God-level powerhouses had shown up today, and the price shouldn't be so low.
If the money was less, it meant they weren't giving face.
"Otherwise, it's like I'm not giving you face?"
Luo Feng sneered, "Zhang Zehu, let me say this too: one hundred million, not a penny less. If it's even a penny short, then you're going to the Security Bureau to see your nephew!"
"One hundred million, and not a penny less?"
Zhang Zehu was so angry he started laughing. He didn't seem to expect that Luo Feng, a newcomer fresh out of the gate, would dare to disrespect him, the Mountain-Splitting Tiger, so much!
"Then what's the point of talking? I'd rather donate the money to the country!"
Zhang Zehu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if he wanted to swallow Luo Feng whole.
"Alright, Mountain-Splitting Tiger."
At this moment, the Director of Thunderbolt Martial Hall stepped in to mediate, "Luo Feng, why don't you both take a step back? Eighty million Hanxia Currency, how about that?"
"Brother Li! I..."
Zhang Zehu's veins bulged; he didn't want to pay eighty million.
"You don't give me face, but you have to give Inspector Lei face!"
Before Zhang Zehu could say anything unpleasant, Director Li raised his hand to stop him. "Luo Feng, what about you?"
"I'll do as Director Li says!"
Under Wu Tong's gaze, Luo Feng nodded in agreement.
Everyone in the conference room turned their eyes to Zhang Zehu. Despite his burning anger, Zhang Zehu opened his communication system and directly transferred a sum of eighty million Hanxia Currency to Luo Feng.
"The money's arrived."
Zhang Zehu glared fiercely at Luo Feng before leaving. "Let's go, guys!"
Seeing the people from Thunderbolt Martial Hall depart, the group from Extreme Martial Hall in the meeting room began to buzz with activity.
"Eighty million! Zhang Zehu's been working for a year for nothing!"
"I didn't expect him to give in either!"
Luo Feng was also surprised. He turned to Jiang Li and said gratefully, "Jiang, thanks a lot!"
"Why are you thanking me?"
Jiang Li chuckled. "I didn't do anything."
On the other side, Zhang Zehu, just out of Bright Moon Estate, couldn't contain his anger. He punched the back door of a Hummer, leaving a dent.
"Director Li! Why did you make me bow to that little brat?"
Zhang Zehu glared, his eyes filled with resentment. "Just because Wu Tong flaunted the banner of Inspector Lei?"
"That's right, Director Li!"
Another bald, burly man, who was with him, also voiced his dissatisfaction. "I remember Manager Wang mentioned in the video conference that the person we shouldn't provoke in Jiangnan was a martial artist surnamed Jiang, not Luo!"
"He was there too!"
Director Li shook his head. "Sitting right next to Wu Tong!"
"It's better when such a big shot doesn't say anything!"
"You opened your mouth, Mountain-Splitting Tiger, and you think eighty million can solve this?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zehu and the others immediately deflated.
They couldn't help but think that whoever the manager was taking orders from, it had to be the offspring of a powerful family within the Hanxia Nation.
Don't let their reputations in the Yangzhou martial artist circles fool anyone. Those were just within the warrior level. Not to mention involving Inspectors, Battle Gods, and so on…
Even ordinary families could make them disappear without a trace!
What could happen outside the wilderness zone? Who knew?!
"Jiang Li."
After settling Luo Feng's matter, Wu Tong was somewhat surprised, "You're also planning to go to the wilderness zone?"
"Manager Zhuge just instructed me to arrange for Luo Feng to join a Warlord-level squad for experience. The Fire Hammer Squad, are you interested in joining?"
"Sure!"
Having someone to watch his back in the wilderness was a good thing. Besides, Jiang Li's goal was simple: earn enough money for the first four levels of Destruction.
"Jiang Li, I'm the deputy captain of the Fire Hammer Squad!"
Chen Gu, who was standing beside Luo Feng, laughed heartily. "From now on, you and Luo Feng will follow me! But I have to say this beforehand: We will give you opportunities to train in the Fire Hammer Squad, but if you can't adapt, Big Brother Chen can only kick you out."
Martial artist squads always fought on the edge of life and death. If your strength was too weak and you became a burden, it would directly affect the safety of the squad.
"Big Brother Chen!"
Luo Feng chimed in from the side. "Brother Jiang is much stronger than me."
"Haha, there's still time. I can test it out!"
Chen Gu looked up and laughed, "Then I can also plan out routes in the wilderness..."
"I think it's a good idea. Luo Feng should have improved quite a bit as well."
Wu Tong smiled and led them up to the seventh floor, pointing at the armory beside them. "This hall is different from a martial arts school. Most martial artists have weapons they are good at. That's the armory. Although the materials of the various weapons are different, their construction and weight are the same."
"You can also practice here in the future."
Upon entering the armory, a large number of weapons were displayed on the shelves.
Luo Feng, familiar with the place, casually drew out a 'simulated' A5 Blood Shadow Battleblade and began to swing it around.
"You can wield an A5 Blood Shadow Battleblade?"
Chen Gu looked at Luo Feng with shock in his eyes. The net weight of this model of battleblade alone was close to half a ton. "It seems your physical fitness has reached the level of an advanced warrior!"
"The previous times, Luo Feng's punch force exceeded 5000KG, but the 'simulated' Blood Shadow Battleblade here at the hall is only up to A5 grade."
Wu Tong said with a chuckle.
After becoming the hall's chief instructor, his 'Martial Hall Contribution Points' could basically only increase by recommending talented martial artists.
This was also why Wu Tong paid special attention to Luo Feng and Jiang Li.
"Luo Feng, show me your strongest punch!"
Chen Gu's eyes were sparkling. Originally, Wu Tong had recommended Luo Feng, and he had been thinking of doing his old friend a favor.
Even if Luo Feng was a genius, he had only just entered the warrior level.
He never expected that Luo Feng would reach the advanced warrior level in such a short time.
To break through further would mean he'd become a mainstay of the squad.
It must be known that a general warlord-level squad usually only has one or two warlord-level individuals.
"Alright, Brother Chen!"
Luo Feng walked to the hall's punching strength testing machine. He didn't intend to hide his physical attributes; after all, his greatest trump card was his mental power.
He adjusted his breathing, and then Luo Feng's body unleashed a tremendous force. His punch erupted with the momentum of a dragon emerging from the sea.
Boom!
With that punch, even the oversized punching strength testing machine trembled.
"Beep!"
"How much?"
Wu Tong and Chen Gu's gazes simultaneously focused on the display screen.
'7215KG'.
"7.2 tons?"
Both Wu Tong and Chen Gu gasped, staring at Luo Feng as if he were a monster, their faces filled with shock!
Luo Feng looked at the number, also startled. His punch force had actually increased so much?
Before this, his punch was only a little over 5000KG. Even with the Guiding Technique training, it was impossible to improve so much.
Could it be that—the dark golden orb?
(End of Chapter)