I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1257 - 1251: This Is a Man’s Promise

Chapter 1257: Chapter 1251: This Is a Man’s Promise
"Lion’s Roar Skill!"
The sonic power of the Landlady, which was already terrifying, was amplified by the Donghuang Clock, transforming it into what seemed like a cannonball. That almost tangible Lion’s Roar Skill struck the very center of the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena like a meteor falling from the sky.
In an instant, the world changed colors, and the entire area seemed to plunge into an apocalypse. Under the sweeping winds and energy, the hit region was directly shattered into the smallest particles. Even the aftershock of the explosion could easily kill a Martial Artist in the Void Transformation Realm.
Faced with such an attack, Deacon Xue could only focus on preserving himself. He didn’t dare to block it, not to mention that he couldn’t block it even if he tried, and if he did, he’d be dead. Wasn’t that seeking death?
Under such an explosion, everyone fled the area of the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena. Yet, the Landlady’s control over her power was so precise that it hardly damaged the streets near the arena.
At the center of the explosion, only Zhang Menglong and the Landlord could feel the wind and clouds. Protected by the Taiji Skill, the violent power couldn’t harm Zhang Menglong.
"It’s over... it’s over..." Watching the crumbling Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena, Cang Jie’s eyes were full of despair. It seemed as if the arena had disappeared from its foundation, leaving only a plain piled with gravel.
Deacon Xue also twitched at the sight. The Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena might be spread all over the Stigma Continent, but each location was very costly. Zhang Menglong destroyed the entire arena, and what was destroyed were not just the buildings but also the rare treasures and Warcaft inside.
Their losses were far beyond just a mere 10 trillion Sacred Gold!
"Hm, not bad!" Zhang Menglong nodded satisfactorily. "It’s quite cleanly demolished. From now on, you guys are in charge of demolition jobs like this!"
For Gou Dan, a price difference could easily upgrade these puppets. Of course, if Zhang Menglong collected the right materials himself, he could perform the upgrades without have to spend extra Cred Points.
"Young Master Six, your friend has made a deep grudge with the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena this time!" Uncle Du sighed, "The arena is extremely protective. If their headquarters finds out about this, Mr. Zhang will surely face retaliation, and it’s possible that many Martial Artists in the Wheel Mystery Realm will hunt him down. Just to vent his anger, he’s really gotten himself into big trouble!"
"Indeed," the face of Mo Biancheng was worried as well. Zhang Menglong is indeed powerful, but the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena is full of masters. It’s just that there wasn’t any reason worth their effort for a full setup in our Moyun Empire, otherwise, how else could there be only a single Deacon Xue stationed at the arena?
But it’s easy for them to bring in experts from arenas in other empires. Although Saints are few in number in the Martial Arena, there are certainly many of the Wheel Mystery Realm strength.
"Young Master, what’s he doing? He can’t be thinking of stopping!" Uncle Du felt a chill as he watched Zhang Menglong slowly walking towards Deacon Xue and Manager Cang Jie. Destroying the arena was just an economic loss. If Zhang Menglong’s background is strong enough, an apology and compensation might settle it.
But if he kills someone from the arena, that would be a slap to their face, leading to an unending vendetta. Anyone who can become a manager at the headquarters of the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena has some connections.
"What... what do you want?" Cang Jie’s fear was hard to hide facing Zhang Menglong sharpening his knife. He had already been heavily injured by a kick from Deacon Xue, almost unable to fight back. Even if he could, it would be useless.
"Nonsense, I’m here to collect my money!" Zhang Menglong replied.
"You’ve already demolished our Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena, and you still want to collect money from us?"
"Nonsense!" Zhang Menglong was speechless. "The money you owe me is your debt. I smashed your shop, and that’s just the interest on your unpaid debt. Did I ever say breaking your arena came with a free pass? I wreck your martial arena; I’m not making any money!"
"We have no money left!" Cang Jie said helplessly. "All our liquid assets have been paid out. Even if you want money, it has to be transferred from elsewhere."
"I don’t have such patience!" Zhang Menglong said sharply. "I’ll give you the duration of a song. If I don’t see the money, I’ll kill you! Debt collection is only natural!"
Zhang Menglong’s icy killing intent convinced Cang Jie he wasn’t joking!
Faced with such a situation, Deacon Xue had given up on intervening. He sat resignedly at the corner of the street, constantly sighing.
"I have a way! I have a way!" Cang Jie responded immediately. "I’ll transfer funds from other Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena branches in the Moyun Empire and can get you the money right away!"
"Then get on with it!"
Cang Jie sighed as he contacted other branches of the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena in the Moyun Empire using his smart device. A huge sum of money was transferred to the Iron Song City branch’s account, followed by the transfer of 10 trillion Sacred Gold to Zhang Menglong’s personal account.
"Only 10 trillion?" Zhang Menglong looked at his account balance, clearly dissatisfied.
"Only?" Cang Jie was taken aback.
"Nonsense! You guys think delaying debt doesn’t incur late fees? Even banks pay interest!"
Cang Jie took a deep breath and transferred an additional 200 million Sacred Gold to Zhang Menglong’s account—the common daily interest used by banks on the Stigma Continent.
"Are you treating me like a beggar?" Zhang Menglong showed his impatience. "10% late fee per day, that’s the rule of the Funeral Love Family!"
"I’ve never heard of such a rule!"
"You’ve heard it now," Zhang Menglong replied in a tone allowing no compromise. "Are you going to pay or not? I haven’t even charged you for my two Starstones. If..."
"Okay... I’ll pay..." If Zhang Menglong added the cost of the Starstones, even the entire Moyun Empire’s Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena wouldn’t suffice.
trillion Sacred Gold was fully transferred into Zhang Menglong’s account. Zhang Menglong then swaggered off with the Landlady and others.
This battle consumed only 2% of the Starstone’s energy. Together with the show put on yesterday’s life-and-death challenge, Zhang Menglong pocketed nearly a billion Cred Points; it was another profitable deal.
"Mr. Zhang," Mo Biancheng suddenly chased after him from behind.
"Young Master Six," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Everyone else is afraid of associating with me right now; you should stay away too. The Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena might not spare me."
"Afraid of what? Even though the City Lord’s Mansion can’t compare to the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena in power, we’re still part of the Moyun Empire. They must consider the Empire; they won’t involve me."
"That’s good then."
"Mr. Zhang, I suggest you leave Iron Song City as soon as possible, preferably leave the Moyun Empire entirely. The whole Stigma Continent is vast; they won’t find you."
"Yes," Zhang Menglong nodded. Although he wasn’t afraid of danger, he disliked trouble. Making money was just about enabling a space jump to the place he agreed upon with Feng Cong.
"By the way, this is for you!" Zhang Menglong tossed a small space storage device to Mo Biancheng, containing hundreds of Starstones, enough for Mo Biancheng to use for several centuries. "In the future, no matter what happens, as long as I can help, don’t hesitate to find me. No matter where I am on the Stigma Continent, I’ll come at the first moment! That’s a man’s promise."