Chapter 9: The Skills (")

Yun Haoyu tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and asked calmly: "Is there any evidence for your words? Even if there is, according to relevant laws, the debt should be automatically written off after the party dies!"

"Is that true? Maybe that's the case! But you have to understand what my family does!" Yang Feng said gloomyly, "No one can owe my family money to not pay it back, don't expect the so-called law to protect you!"

"My dad said that if you can't pay back the money within a year, your life will not belong to you!" He said as he secretly used his strength under his hands. A violent energy rushed into Yun Haoyu's body and followed the meridians. A biting pain came, and half of his body quickly lost consciousness!

His nails were deeply pierced into the flesh, but he still insisted on not letting himself speak!

Seeing him like this, Yang Feng was also a little surprised: "Oh! The bones are really hard! Just like your devil dad!" He added strength to his hands.

"Tell me, I will pay back the money!" His voice was as cold as ice slag.

"Is that so? What are you going to pay for? With your ability, will you earn that much money?"

"If you want to raise so much money in a year, unless you go out to sea to catch fish! However, just your body is probably not enough to stuff the teeth of those fierce objects, right?" Yang Feng humiliated him fiercely, "But your face is pretty good, or you can consider going to a nightclub to be a duck. Those old women will definitely take care of your business very happily!"

His words were so vicious that even the men in black behind him looked disapproving. The young master was mean and extremely narrow-minded. He was only employed by others. Of course, they would not say anything, but just despise him in his heart.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore! I'm going to date! Just try hard to find a way to make money! Also, your ex-girlfriend is already our eldest woman. Stay away from her in the future and don't look at her virtue..." Master Yang Feng left with a crazy smile.

A cool energy emerged on the shoulders, flowing along the meridians to the palm of the hand. The pain disappeared wherever it passed, and the trauma healed at a speed visible to the naked eye! Ruolan's voice sounded in his mind: "Your body is still too weak. Is there no way to cultivate and strengthen the body in this world?"

"It should be, but that's not what I can get. I'm just a commoner!" he replied with a wry smile.

Ruolan was silent for a while and said, "This is not a solution. When I become familiar with the laws of this world, I will create a suitable magic trick for you. It will save you from being bullied by those ants-like guys!"

Yang Feng and him had a grudge for more than a day. Because this playboy teased the girl in the same class, he was caught and beaten up, and the two of them became enemies. At that time, his father was still there, and the two families were somewhat intimate, so the kid dared not say anything.

But later, his parents passed away and his family fell into trouble. This guy became arrogant and couldn't get along with him every now and then, especially after becoming a supernatural being!

"I will never forget it! One day I will get back with capital and profit!" He swore secretly, and a hideous blood red appeared in his dark eyes.

After taking a last look at the sky, Yun Haoyu raised his foot and walked into the hospital gate. When he came out again, he would definitely be a brand new self.

In the distance, the blue sun has jumped out of the sea level, and it is another sunny day!

The Gene Optimization Center, the reception hall is divided into four different areas from Level 1 to Level 4. The first-level area has the most people, and the doctors are the busiest. There are a lot fewer people at Level 2, only about 10% of the front ones. There are even fewer people in Level 3, less than ten people. As for the fourth-level area, there is not a single person.

"It seems that there are not many rich people on this planet!" Yun Haoyu thought so. Different levels, the treatment is naturally very different. The first-level areas, all kinds of facilities are extremely ordinary, and the tables and chairs are all cheap simulated wood; the second-level areas are much better, pure natural mahogany counters, high-end crystal chandeliers, real leather sofas, and a gentle and lovely nurse sister.
Chapter completed!