I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1250 - 1244: You Think I’m an Idiot, Huh?

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1244: You Think I’m an Idiot, Huh?
"No, no, no, sir, that’s not what we mean!" The staff immediately denied, "What I mean is, because the compensation amount this time is really too large, we must have a complete budget first, and then proceed with the compensation. Rest assured, as the challenger of this tournament, you are the priority to receive the prize money."
"Then how long do I have to wait?" Zhang Menglong asked, "If it takes three to five years to calculate, do you expect me to wait here for three to five years too?"
Zhang Menglong held up three fingers, "Three days, I’ll give you at most three days, otherwise, even if your Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena has a big family business, I am not one to be bullied without speaking up!"
With that, Zhang Menglong swaggered out of the Martial Arena.
"This is getting exciting!" Many bystanders began to chatter excitedly, "This time the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena is going to lose a lot of money."
"Yeah, the prize pool has accumulated over 30 trillion Sacred Gold. Not to mention he’s taking over 10 trillion alone. This time, except for those torn apart by the Warcraft in the first match, even a dog could make money!"
"Indeed, someone calculated that if Zhang Menglong had died in the third match, the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena could have at least earned 28 trillion Sacred Gold, but now that he passed the tournament, they are losing at least 20 trillion!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, even two years’ worth of revenue from the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena wouldn’t cover this loss, would it? The manager in charge might be in trouble this time."
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"Kid, your two secret techniques are quite something, eh? This old man will lower himself to learn from you!" Xiao Bai was thoroughly impressed by Zhang Menglong this time, yet he remained stubbornly prideful, refusing to admit defeat.
"Are you sure you want to learn?" Zhang Menglong chuckled, "My first secret technique is called Eight Gates, and each level unlocked gives a huge boost in power. I just opened the eighth level, the Death Gate, which comes at the cost of burning life."
"Doesn’t seem like it burns much life, hurry up, I want to learn!"
"It’s true, not much life is burned, just about ten to twenty years per second."
"That’s so harsh?" Xiao Bai hesitated. He sensed the endless life force in Zhang Menglong’s odd vitality, but as a Soul Body, he had no life force to burn. Even if he had any, such a terrifying life force consumption was unbearable.
"Then I’ll learn the second one, the Super Saiyan transformation."
"Turning into a Super Saiyan requires hair, do you have any, you bald guy?" Zhang Menglong mocked.
"Kid, I’ll take you down with me!"
...
As they bickered on the way to the hotel, Zhang Menglong suddenly remembered his hotel room had expired, and he didn’t have any money to renew it. If he didn’t need to eat, he might have gone hungry for the next few days.
"Zhang Menglong! Killmatt Ice Prince!"
"Huh?" Zhang Menglong heard someone seemingly calling his name from behind. He turned to see a chubby man rushing toward him, his flesh jiggling with every step.
"And you are...?"
"Hello, let me introduce myself briefly. My name is Mobian, and my father is the City Lord of this Iron Spear City. I’m his sixth son."
"Oh, so you’re the sixth, huh," Zhang Menglong nodded. Iron Spear City is a strategic location in the Moyun Empire. The city’s identity is unmatched, and it’s said the City Lord’s power has reached the Transformation Eight Realm. He is considered the strongest in Iron Spear City.
"Greetings, Sixth Young Master, is there something you need from me? We should be strangers, right?" Zhang Menglong inquired.
"Mr. Zhang, surely you don’t know me, but I know you. Your performance in the recent life-and-death tournament was stunning. You are the strongest martial artist I’ve seen at your age!"
"Thank you."
"Here’s the thing, I bet 2 million Sacred Gold on you passing the life-and-death tournament at the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena, and with a 17,000 times multiplier, I made over 340 billion in cash!"
Wow, guess this guy’s a fool!
"Seems the Sixth Young Master has quite a bit of faith in me?"
"Truth be told," Mobian said candidly, "I initially only planned to bet on you passing four stages smoothly, but accidentally ended up betting everything on you winning the tournament."
"Hahaha!" Xiao Bai laughed maniacally in Zhang Menglong’s ear, never missing a chance to mock him.
"So what exactly do you need from me?" Zhang Menglong continued.
"Making so much money this time is all thanks to Mr. Zhang, so I wish to invite you to my home as a guest, to express my gratitude and in the process, get to know a future powerhouse like you."
"I don’t dare call myself the strongest," Zhang Menglong knew that with his laid-back attitude, his ancestors could easily outperform him. Being the strongest was never going to be possible, not in this lifetime.
But since he had nowhere to stay, crashing at this guy’s house for a few days didn’t sound bad.
"What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"
"Since the Sixth Young Master extends such a warm invitation, it would be rude of me to decline."
...
No wonder it was the City Lord’s Mansion. Mobian’s house was even larger than the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena. Although the Arena was a continent-wide chain, boasting power from a Saint Realm expert, it was just a branch. Besides, a strong dragon can’t suppress a local snake. In Iron Spear City, Mobian’s father was the top powerhouse, and the City Lord’s Mansion was undoubtedly the strongest force.
Mobian seemed thrilled about having Zhang Menglong over. He was bustling around, tirelessly attending to him and even prepared an incredibly lavish dinner.
"Come, Mr. Zhang, this is the best part of the Flame Demon Dragon you killed today. I’ve had our best chef cook it. Our chef is undoubtedly the finest in Iron Spear City, give it a taste?"
"Also, this is the fine wine my father treasures. I heard each bottle is worth tens of millions in Sacred Gold. I snuck it out from his cellar, hahaha!"
"That’s very generous of you, but is it too much trouble for you, young master?"
"Not at all, not at all, this is nothing compared to the billions in compensation money!" Mobian said.
"But isn’t that money supposed to take a few days? The Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena said the compensation amount needs to go through an approval and filing process."
"Who told you that?" Mobian looked puzzled, "The challenge money should be available immediately after the tournament ends. I already received mine. Didn’t Mr. Zhang get your prize money yet?"
Seeing Zhang Menglong’s bewildered expression, Mobian could tell he got swindled, "In principle, the challenger’s prize money is prioritized over everyone else’s. Although no one has succeeded in a challenge before, this is the usual rule for regular Warcraft challenges."
"So you’re saying I got played?" Zhang Menglong’s expression turned gloomy.
"Mr. Zhang, I don’t mean to gossip, but this time the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena went too far," Mobian remarked indignantly, "Normally, Molabata shouldn’t even appear in the tournament, nor is a Warcraft breakthrough possible. This clearly disrupted the tournament’s balance."
"Oh really," Zhang Menglong’s face broke into a mocking smile, "So you think you can play me for a fool, huh? Fine to mess with my feelings, but my money, no way!"