God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 252 - 268, Bankrupted, That Won’t Do

Both young men were taken aback, then, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world, they revealed a mocking smile.

"Kid, with you like this, I could make you kneel with just one move!"

"Really don’t know whether to live or die!"

The two sneered and spoke sarcastically.

The very next moment, Fang Yi made his move.

Using the Divine Travel Steps, Fang Yi moved as quickly as lightning and instantly appeared before one of the youths—the one who had claimed he could make Fang Yi kneel in one move. As he saw Fang Yi suddenly close in on him, the smile on his face disappeared and froze instead.

Fang Yi threw a punch, and the youth was startled. He could feel the wind from Fang Yi’s fist chilling his face.

The youth tried to step aside and dodge the punch, but it was as swift as lightning, and he couldn’t avoid it.

"Phut!"

The youth spat out blood, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

And just as Fang Yi had sent that youth flying, the other youth also made his move, the small short sword in his hand flashing cold light as it shot towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi let out a cold laugh and, facing the short sword, extended two fingers and astonishingly pinched the tip of the sword.

"Impossible! You... you actually..."

The youth’s face was filled with shock. How could the other side have the strength to pinch the tip of his short sword like this?

The youth considered himself to be on the seventh level of the Human Level; although within the Sky Sword Sect he was only an elite disciple and not a True Disciple, he had never expected to encounter someone with such overwhelming power in the secular world, whose realm far exceeded his own.

Ignoring the youth’s shock, Fang Yi circulated his True Qi within his body, and a surge of powerful Inner Strength gathered at the tips of his fingers.

Clang!

The tip of the short sword actually broke off!

The youth was shocked again, his eyes wide and speechless. Before the youth could say a word, Fang Yi stepped forward and kicked the youth to the ground.

"Is this all Sky Sword Sect’s disciples are capable of?" Now it was Fang Yi’s turn to mock.

Both youths were in excruciating pain, glaring furiously at Fang Yi, wanting to fight again, but they had already realized Fang Yi’s strength surpassed theirs. They never imagined that someone so skilled would be with Bai Jingjing.

"Don’t be so arrogant! Someone will deal with you!" the youth Fang Yi had sent flying earlier said through clenched teeth.

"I’ll be waiting for someone to deal with me, but first, let me take care of the two of you!" A hint of chill flashed in Fang Yi’s eyes.

Since he had already decided to become enemies with the Sky Sword Sect, Fang Yi didn’t hold back and directly crippled the two youths.

Yes, crippled—not their bodies, but their martial arts.

"You... you bastard! You actually crippled my martial arts?!"

"I want you dead, ahhh!"

The two youths were filled with rage and resentment, their howling unceasing; they had cultivated with great difficulty to reach their current level, only to have it so cruelly stripped away by the detestable man before them. How could they swallow such a grievance?

However, even if they couldn’t accept it, it was useless; with their martial arts crippled, they were as good as ordinary people now, even Bai Jingjing could beat them.

Ignoring the wails of the two youths, Fang Yi looked at Bai Jingjing and smiled slightly, extending his hand.

Bai Jingjing walked over, her delicate hand resting in Fang Yi’s, and he gently squeezed it tight.

"Are you satisfied?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.

"Extremely satisfied," Bai Jingjing crooked her finger and said, "Close your eyes."

Fang Yi closed his eyes.

Bai Jingjing tiptoed closer, her delicate red lips meeting Fang Yi’s in a kiss. After a moment, it quickly turned into a neck-clinging, wet kiss, fully exhibited in its splendor.

The two young men lying on the ground saw this and immediately felt so aggrieved that they almost spat blood.

...

Zhou Hao, a True Disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, enjoyed fame within the Martial Arts world, yet he was only a half step away from reaching the Earth Level.

When Zhou Hao arrived with his fellow disciples and saw the agonizing state of the two disciples whose Martial Arts had been disabled, his expression instantly became as dark as water, indescribably cold.

...

As usual, Fang Yi came into the company, took out a "Dragon Tiger Leopard" magazine from the drawer, and was just getting into it when the air around him suddenly became still. He felt an inexplicable chill; could it be that the air conditioning was broken?

He had just moved the magazine aside when he saw Shen Binnan entering from the doorway. Fang Yi quickly stuffed the magazine back into the drawer.

Then, with a beaming smile on his face, Fang Yi greeted, "Hi!"

Shen Binnan, with a smile that was not quite a smile, said, "Hi is useless. You’re looking at a risqué magazine during work hours. What do you think I should do to punish you?"

Fang Yi sighed and said in a rascally manner, "I didn’t expect that even my secrecy could be discovered by you. Truly worthy of a president. Go ahead, an eye for an eye; I have no complaints."

Shen Binnan crossed her arms and looked down from above at the shameless man, saying, "Your attitude seems rather improper, but it’s just as well. Those shops I found are of no use now, then. Goodbye."

Fang Yi jumped to his feet, blocking Shen Binnan’s path, and squeezed out a sycophantic smile. "Don’t be like that, President Shen. That was thoughtless of me. I swear, I won’t look at such dirty things ever again."

With a proud air of satisfaction, Shen Binnan lifted her chin slightly and asked, "What if you do watch them again?"

Fang Yi looked out the window, hesitantly answering, "Whatever you see fit."

Shen Binnan said with satisfaction, "Your attitude is passable. Come find me in the office after lunch."

...

After lunch, Fang Yi went to the president’s office. Shen Binnan picked up a ladies’ bag, then tossed it to Fang Yi, her gorgeous face cold as ice, with Fang Yi following behind her like a little assistant.

Fang Yi drove, with Shen Binnan sitting in the passenger seat. Suddenly, through the rearview mirror, Fang Yi saw a black Trumpchi. The corners of his mouth curved in a strange arc, and he muttered to himself, "Interesting."

"What’s interesting?" Shen Binnan next to him asked, puzzled.

Fang Yi let out a hearty laugh, deliberately glancing at her skirt-adorned legs and said with a smirk, "Your legs are beautiful, may I touch them? Don’t worry, I promise you won’t lose a piece of flesh."

Shen Binnan was rendered speechless and finally let out three words: "Freaking nutcase."

Fang Yi laughed again and started the car.

Moon City, which was just a bit smaller than Tianjing, extended at least to the fourth ring road, and I heard they’re planning to build a fifth ring next year. The real estate in Moon City is worth its weight in gold.

So naturally, the storefronts in Moon City were also extremely valuable. Not to mention the city center—ordinary people wouldn’t dare to dream of it. The rent for a tiny forty to fifty square meter shop could go up to a hundred thousand yuan a month, let alone those over a hundred square meters.

After getting out of the car and arriving in front of a shop that was open for business, Fang Yi lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags, then turned around and said, "Shen Binnan, you’re trying to dig my grave without killing me first."

Shen Binnan smiled and asked, "How am I digging your grave?"

Fang Yi replied, "Renting a place like this would cost around a hundred thousand a month. That’s over a million a year. Where am I supposed to find that kind of money?"

Feigning confusion, Shen Binnan said, "Didn’t you claim to be super rich?"

Looking at Shen Binnan playing dumb, Fang Yi said irritably, "Bankrupt, it’s not feasible."

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