Fifty Thousand Yuan

"You!"

Li Donghai's anger flared another notch. "Chen Mo, you're not scared, are you?"

"Since you're scared, apologize to me right now! You don't want to be a coward, do you?"

"I don't want to be your kind!" Chen Mo shook his head. "And why should I go on the arena with you? From start to finish, you've been the one picking a fight."

"You just want an excuse to teach me a lesson! Do you think I'm stupid?"

Shit! Caught out. A flicker of panic flashed in Li Donghai's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"You just don't dare, so you're making up excuses!"

"Tch!" Chen Mo sneered. "If you want me on the arena, it's not impossible—as long as you agree to one condition."

"What condition?" Li Donghai's heart leaped with joy. If Chen Mo agreed, then agreeing to his condition wasn't out of the question.

"One hundred thousand!"

Chen Mo said with a grin. "Give me one hundred thousand, and I'll go on the arena with you right now!"

The onlookers were all startled. Chen Mo was asking for a huge sum, directly demanding one hundred thousand from the guy!

They started murmuring among themselves:

"One hundred thousand! Damn! That Chen Mo has no shame, daring to ask for that much!"

"Yeah! One hundred thousand could buy me three months' worth of cultivation resources! If someone gave me that, I'd take a beating on the arena too."

"If it were me, I'd do it!"

"I wonder if Li Donghai's willing to be that sucker."

"Who knows?"

Everyone turned to look at Li Donghai.

At that moment, Li Donghai was also stunned. He hadn't expected Chen Mo to be so brazen, demanding one hundred thousand.

His monthly allowance was only ten thousand. One hundred thousand meant ten months of pocket money.

Besides, he didn't have that much on him!

If his dad found out he spent one hundred thousand just to teach his classmate Chen Mo a lesson, he'd definitely break his legs!

"One hundred thousand! Chen Mo, why don't you just rob a bank?"

"Robbery's illegal—I don't want to go to jail! Aren't you supposed to be rich? How can you not even come up with that much?"

Chen Mo kept smiling. What could he do? He had the cheat now, but no money.

No money meant no cultivation resources, and without resources, he couldn't get stronger fast.

If he didn't get stronger, he'd just be meat for the slaughter.

Meanwhile, Zhang He and Yang Hu immediately tried to talk Li Donghai out of it:

Zhang He: "Brother Donghai, don't agree to it. One hundred thousand is enough for me to cultivate for half a year! He's clearly scamming you!"

Yang Hu: "Exactly! The martial arts exam is in three months. He's trying to take your money to boost his own cultivation and get into a good university. Don't fall for it!"

Hearing his two lackeys' advice, Li Donghai was startled. He hadn't thought of that angle—Chen Mo's scheme was too deep: "Are you crazy for money? Even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to you. I'm not an idiot!"

He was furious. If it weren't for the law, he'd have killed Chen Mo on the spot.

"If you don't have the money, then stop yapping here!" Chen Mo's mood soured. This Li Donghai wasn't brainless—he couldn't swindle his cash.

"Taozi, let's go!"

"Sure thing! Mozi, I'm starving. Let's hurry up and eat."

The two turned to leave.

"Stop!" Seeing them go, Li Donghai instinctively called out.

"What, Li Donghai, you planning to pay up?"

Chen Mo turned around, grinning at Li Donghai.

"One hundred thousand is too much. Can you lower it?" Li Donghai still couldn't swallow his pride. Even if he had to pay, he wanted to teach Chen Mo a lesson.

There's a chance!

Chen Mo's heart lit up, but he pretended to hesitate, stroking his chin in silence.

Seeing Chen Mo waver, Li Donghai knew he had a shot, so he pressed on:

"Chen Mo, if you can lower it a bit, I'll transfer the money right now."

"Brother Donghai, don't give him the money! If you want to teach him a lesson, there's the Monday test—no need to waste cash!"

At that, Zhang He stepped in to persuade him.

Hearing this, Chen Mo's heart sank. Damn it, Zhang He, you little bastard, cutting off my income!

So Chen Mo immediately spoke up:

"Since we're classmates, I'll cut it in half for you. Fifty thousand, Li Donghai—that's already cheap, isn't it?"

"If you don't agree, I'm leaving. My mom's waiting for me to eat!"

"Fifty thousand is still a lot! Brother Donghai, don't agree!" Zhang He tried to persuade him, but Chen Mo cut him off at once:

"Zhang He, I'm discussing this with Li Donghai, not with you. Where do you get off butting in?"

"I—"

"I what? Get lost!"

Chen Mo barked, then turned to Li Donghai:

"Li Donghai, give me a straight answer. Yes or no? If not, I'm out of here."

Pressed like this, Li Donghai's blood rushed to his head, and he stopped caring about the consequences.

Afraid Chen Mo would actually leave, he ignored Zhang He and Yang Hu's protests and agreed outright:

"Fine! Fifty thousand! I'll give it to you!"

Li Donghai hardened his heart. He'd give Chen Mo a proper beating later, beat him badly enough to vent his anger.

As for that fifty thousand, he'd just treat it as Chen Mo's medical fee.

Besides, a serious injury would keep Chen Mo bedridden for half a month. When you did the math, fifty thousand wasn't even enough to cover his hospital bills!

"In that case, let's sign an agreement. Let me be clear upfront—that fifty thousand is your appearance fee for inviting me onto the ring. No matter the outcome, afterward, you can't use any excuse to demand it back."

"At the same time, you can't retaliate against my family. If any harm comes to them, you bear full responsibility."

Chen Mo didn't want this matter to affect his family, so he laid everything out clearly and openly.

That way, if Li Donghai tried to retaliate, he'd think twice and wouldn't go after Chen Mo's family directly.

"Fine! I agree! That's what I wanted to say too!"

Li Donghai was certain he'd win, so he agreed to Chen Mo's terms without a second thought.

Thus, the group headed to the martial arts gym's ring. Both parties approached the staff to apply for a ring match.

This ring match naturally wasn't a life-or-death battle.

The two didn't have that deep a grudge, and Chen Mo couldn't afford the consequences of escalating it to that level.

He still had a family.

Applying for a ring match also required a fee of a thousand yuan, which Li Donghai paid.

After signing, Chen Mo pulled out his payment QR code and had Li Donghai transfer the money.

With the referee as witness, the transfer was completed.

"Both of you, prepare yourselves. The match begins in ten minutes."

A crowd had already gathered below the ring. Some who arrived late didn't know what was happening and asked those nearby.

Soon, they found out, and most were stunned.

"What? Someone actually paid fifty thousand to invite a guy onto the ring, just to beat him up?"

"Rich people are really weird. What kind of hobby is that?"

"If someone gave me fifty thousand, I'd take it too. Too bad I got here late."

A tall, burly man slapped his chest and stamped his feet, feeling like he'd missed out on a fortune.

He could take a beating like a champ—not only would he get paid, but he'd also toughen up his body!