A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 74: You Stomped on My Foot

Rong Jinshan is a person who values his life highly.

Because he has suffered before, he knows how precious his hard-earned lifestyle now is.

So now.

His choice is very decisive.

Money, well.

If you don’t have it, you can earn it.

Anyway, each month most of this money goes to Charman, he can only keep a small portion for himself.

Public money, bring it on.

As long as he can keep his little life safe.

He has no thoughts of confrontation or desperate struggle whatsoever.

The matter is actually quite simple. freewebnoveℓ.com

The opponent is obviously "robbed" by his group of blind subordinates.

Sub-human robbing a Martial Artist.

Even if they’re killed on the spot, it won’t violate any laws.

Now the opponent is here for compensation, clearly aiming for extortion.

"Brother, let’s talk it over, why resort to violence?"

Rong Jinshan personally closed the door that had been kicked open, walked to the sofa, and brewed two cups of tea:

"I only took them in because I thought they were pitiful, homeless.

Didn’t expect these beasts to engage in robbery and kidnapping.

To rob from a brother, damn it."

As he spoke, Rong Jinshan’s eyes turned fierce, and the teacup in his hand shot out like a bullet, smack against a rabbit man’s head.

His head was split open.

A teacup propelled by four hundred units of Blood Qi.

The destructive power was no longer something a normal sub-human could endure.

Seeing the eyes of their comrade gradually lose its luster, everyone felt a sense of lamentation.

Rong Jinshan clapped his hands: "Brother, excuse me for such a spectacle, these inferior people just don’t know the rules."

Baiyu frowned.

He couldn’t see the trajectory of the teacup at all, and the Blood Qi within it was obviously much higher than his own.

A tough nut.

"How about this, since it’s my fault, consider these one and a half million as an apology, let’s be friends in the future." Rong Jinshan pushed forward a card: "An undocummented disposable storage card, no security risks, here I apologize to brother."

Since Baiyu came in, Rong Jinshan had been observing him.

Calm demeanor, Blood Qi hidden without revealing.

An expert!

Definitely an expert!

The teacup throw and killing of the rabbit man was actually a test.

If this kid showed any shock or astonishment.

He would immediately take thunderous action, killing the little ignorant brat on the spot, since he was no fool.

Rong Jinshan has been in the scene for many years, his skill in reading expressions is not weak.

At the moment the teacup was thrown, the opponent showed no signs of surprise at all, as if everything was expected, not a hint of astonishment could be seen.

What does this prove?

The opponent not only saw through his tricks but was completely confident in dealing with it.

Just like a teacher watching a primary school student solve a problem.

Such composure, even with a hint of indifference, made Rong Jinshan’s heart sink downwards.

These bastards really angered a Martial Artist!

At this moment, Rong Jinshan completely dispelled the urge to make a move, reaching out for one and a half million in savings without a bit of regret.

Of course.

Baiyu wasn’t aware of the thoughts in the opponent’s mind.

He didn’t really see the trajectory of the teacup, the opponent should be a genuine Tier Nine Martial Artist, but he was contemplating his strategy just now.

His first reaction was, what’s with this guy, quite generous?

His second reaction was, since the opponent doesn’t make a move, it’s unnecessary for him to make a move either, Lin Shan just sent a message and would be here soon.

Baiyu calmly accepted the card and pocketed it: "Then it’s settled."

"Alright, brother farewell, welcome anytime as a guest."

Rong Jinshan let out a deep breath, eager for this jinx to leave quickly.

Baiyu stood up, looked at the shivering sub-humans and noticed the two girls tied up beside them.

Finally, his gaze fell on Yu Ping, who was beaten and bruised.

The middle-aged man looked at him with pleading eyes, the meaning unmistakable.

Forcing themselves on women?

When he entered just now, it seemed Rong Jinshan was going to make a move on the two women. Apparently, if he left, a fuming Rong Jinshan’s methods would become even more brutal.

But such occurrences happen too often.

This happens regularly in North District, not necessarily a tragedy, just fate.

Even if Baiyu wants to help, he can’t manage it all.

Don’t look at me, I can’t beat him either.

After all.

This is a damn world.

The two women looked at Baiyu with longing eyes.

Watching him leave without a glance, the tiny hope kindled in their hearts cooled down again.

Yu Ping’s face turned ashen.

The spark of hope came so unexpectedly, extinguished just as swiftly.

"Hmph, what are you looking at, I’m going to finish you off today."

Once Baiyu left, Rong Jinshan stood up coldly, the two women’s faces turned deathly pale, their bright eyes filled with fear.

They never did anything wrong.

Just because they’re pretty, not Martial Artists, low status...

This might be their biggest mistake.

Rong Jinshan walked over coldly.

Ready to untie the ropes binding the two women.

But then.

The door was kicked open again.

This time the force was particularly strong, the entire security door was kicked down.

He turned his head.

A black muzzle aimed at him.

"Brother, what’s the meaning of this? You took the money, I killed a man, we have no deep grudge, do we really have to fight to the death?"

Rong Jinshan’s face turned sour.

Even a clay figurine has its temper.

"Ah, yes, we don’t have any deep grudge. But on my way out, you tripped my foot, so... I’m going to finish you off."

Bam!

The trigger was pulled.

The firing pin of the R8 slammed into the chamber, alloy bullets shot out.

Rong Jinshan shivered instantly, hair stood up, extreme danger emerged in his heart.

This bastard, it’s a real gun!

Does he have a gun permit?

Government official?

Bang!

A shot hit the sofa, countless down feathers exploded into a sky of white wisps, drifting down.

Baiyu’s face was cold, he pulled the trigger again.

The remaining bullets in the clip fired, blasting the sofa apart. Rong Jinshan narrowly dodged, a bullet’s edge scraping off flesh from his arm.

Blood flowed, his expression twisted with rage.

This gun is not for ordinary people, it’s specifically for Martial Artists!

Baiyu was already fully covered in Mechanical Armament, charging like a cannonball, delivering a fierce punch.

Bam!

Punch and palm clashed.

The opponent’s Fist Intent surged, carrying an unstoppable force, Blood Qi roiled, intending to crush his body and spirit...

Rong Jinshan panicked and raised his hand to block, even readying his last words.

But.

He actually blocked it.

The opponent’s Blood Qi seemed pathetically weak.

Such power was completely the result of Mechanical Armament Energy Level augmentation.

How can Mechanical Armament compare to the Blood Qi honed by Martial Artists?

The next second.

Survived the ordeal.

Raging fury erupted in Rong Jinshan’s heart.

He had been tricked!