Dai Huabin, Pay Up!

Counting up his only assets, there were the two thousand Gold Soul Coins Bei Bei had given him, and the four thousand Gold Soul Coins Ning Tian, that little rich girl, had lost to him in their bet.

He had given Gun Gun two thousand Gold Soul Coins, so right now he only had four thousand Gold Soul Coins left. Oh, right—there were still two thousand Gold Soul Coins on Dai Huabin's side that he had yet to collect.

That guy really didn't know how to read the room. A whole day had already passed, and he still hadn't brought the money over.

Even adding all the money together, it did not reach ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. That bit of money was nowhere near enough for the two of them to spend.

Since Yuan Gun Gun had acknowledged him as boss, then taking care of his underling was only right.

Next, he had to think of a way to make money. But before that, he would go collect his debt first!

"Gun Gun! Come with me to handle something!"

Han Yu glanced at Gun Gun beside him, then spoke.

Yuan Gun Gun chuckled and said, "What is it, boss?"

"Collecting a debt! Someone owes me money and won't pay it back. That's your future living expenses, so what do you say we do?"

Han Yu folded his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The moment Yuan Gun Gun heard that, he instantly grew anxious. This concerned his living expenses. Anyone who dared stop him from eating was unforgivable.

Copying Han Yu, he folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes slightly. But his chest was too broad, and his arms were not long enough to cross properly, making him look somewhat comical.

Then, with a furious expression, he said, "Boss, does that even need saying? If they dare owe us money, we beat him straight up! Say it—who are we beating!"

Han Yu said in a low voice, "Class Five of the First Year, Dai Huabin!"

Class Five of the First Year.

By now, most students had already eaten lunch and were resting or cultivating in the classroom.

"Who's Dai Huabin! Get the hell out here!"

Just then, a loud shout rang out, startling the students who were resting.

They looked at the two figures outside the door, one fat and one thin.

The students of Class Five of the First Year froze for a moment, then gathered around one after another.

One of the students could not help asking, "Which class are you from? What business do you have with Class Monitor Dai?"

The two were none other than Han Yu and Yuan Gun Gun.

Yuan Gun Gun folded his arms across his chest, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Dai Huabin owes our boss money. We're here to collect it. Hurry up and tell him to get out here, or else we're going in."

"Huh? What kind of joke is that? Class Monitor Dai Huabin would owe you money?"

"Didn't you get the wrong person?"

The student who had spoken earlier could not help saying.

He knew that Dai Huabin came from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. That was a famous family on the continent.

Even if it was not the absolute top, it was at least among the very best, and the clan's wealth was extremely vast.

His father was even the marshal of the Star Luo Empire, bearing the title of "Military God."

"Hmph! A joke? Do I look like I'm joking?"

Yuan Gun Gun's eyes widened until they were as large as bronze bells. The flesh across his face trembled slightly as he viciously grabbed that student by the collar and lifted him more than a meter off the ground.

"You, you let go of me, you damn fat pig—"

That student lost his balance, his feet flailing nonstop. His hands clawed at Yuan Gun Gun's meaty hand, trying to pry open the hand gripping his collar.

Because he lacked oxygen, his face flushed red, and even his words came out in broken gasps.

"You dare call me a damn fat pig?"

Anger flashed across Yuan Gun Gun's face. He hated being called that more than anything. He suddenly tightened the hand gripping the collar, then flung the student hard behind him. The student let out a miserable cry in midair before crashing to the ground.

"Class monitor, save me."

"Isn't Your Excellency going a bit too far? Acting like this in my Class Five—do you not put me in your eyes at all?"

Just then, the crowd parted, and Dai Huabin, with his center-parted hair, walked over slowly.

"Yo, and what kind of onion are you? State your name. This lord doesn't beat nameless nobodies."

Yuan Gun Gun stood where he was, dug at his ear with one chubby hand, then glanced over from the corner of his eye and spoke indifferently.

"He's way too arrogant. Class monitor, you have to teach him a lesson."

A student at the side was enraged by Yuan Gun Gun's arrogant manner and could not help shouting.

Hearing this, Dai Huabin's expression also darkened. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Class Five of the First Year, Dai Huabin, class monitor of Class Five. You hit my people. As class monitor, both emotionally and reasonably, I have to seek justice for them."

"What class are you from? You actually dare come provoke our Class Five of the First Year. Are you tired of living?"

When Yuan Gun Gun heard the person before him call himself Dai Huabin, his eyes lit up. He had not expected the main culprit to show up. As for the last sentence, he directly chose to ignore it.

He carefully sized him up, then curled his lips in disdain and muttered.

"What's this? So he's just a pretty boy. And he's not even as handsome as boss!"

Han Yu, off to the side, nodded slightly. He had not expected the fatty freak to be so good with words.

"It's you!"

Only then did Dai Huabin notice Han Yu beside him. Just now, Yuan Gun Gun's massive body had drawn his attention, causing him to subconsciously overlook everyone else.

That familiar face appeared in his vision once again.

Han Yu said coldly, "Dai Huabin, I assume Zhu Lu already told you what I said before, right? What's this? Planning to owe money and not pay it back?"

Dai Huabin recalled what had happened in the cafeteria before. A trace of fear flashed through his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

He sneered and said, "That time, I merely fell for your trick. As long as I don't look into your eyes, I won't fall under your illusion."

"Aside from illusions, do you have anything else worth showing?"

"If you've got the guts, fight me again. If I lose, I'll give you four thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Dai Huabin looked confident, his gaze fierce. He did not believe that after being on guard this time, he could still lose.

Hearing this, Han Yu sneered. Someone was rushing up to take a beating and even deliver money. How could he have the heart to refuse such a good thing?

"Then let's go to the Soul Duel Stage!"

"Gun Gun, let's go!"

After throwing down those words, Han Yu strode toward the Soul Duel Arena.

"Boss, how was my performance just now? Did I look like what you described?"

At this moment, Yuan Gun Gun no longer had that fierce appearance from before. Now, he looked completely like a harmless little fatty.

"Not bad. I didn't expect you to have this kind of talent. You acted well!"

Han Yu patted Yuan Gun Gun with a look of praise.

"Boss, you flatter me. I just held back a little. Actually, I used to be like that. Later, after going through more things, I became what I am now."

Yuan Gun Gun's simple, honest voice rang out.

"Pretend I didn't say anything."

Dai Huabin looked at Han Yu's departing back, his expression dark.

"Class monitor, this time you have to show the might of our Class Five. You can't lose to them."

"I just asked around. Those two are from Class Nine," one student said.

Zhu Lu came to Dai Huabin's side and said softly, "Huabin, are you confident? Last time, he—"

When Dai Huabin heard this, he could not help shouting angrily, "Last time, I was just careless. This time, as long as I don't look into his eyes, with his Soul Grandmaster cultivation, how could he possibly beat me, a Soul Elder?"

"Let's go, follow them. This time, I'm getting revenge!"

Dai Huabin threw down those harsh words, turned his head, and left.

After Dai Huabin, basically all the Class Five students who could move followed along to the Soul Duel Stage. After all, this was a great chance to gain experience. No one wanted to miss it.

With a whole group of people moving together, the commotion seemed extremely grand.

At the side, a Second-Year Student wearing a Yellow School Uniform could not help pulling over a new student from Class Five to ask.

"Junior, with so many of you, where are you planning to go?"

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