Supernatural Monetary System Chapter 29

Meteorite Fall!

Boom!

A streak of starlight swept from stairs of one-storey height. A man whose

foot was as agile as a comet rudely kicked on the ground.

Crack!

"Oh…Ah…" Yu Sheng rolled on the ground while holding his dislocated

ankle and thumping his chest, failing to shed a tear. 

System: "Why? I've told you that martial arts should not be practiced in

the way. As the saying goes, if you want to practice martial arts well, you

must charge money."

After bone-setting, Yu Sheng took a bit of medicinal pill to cure the

injury. The efficacy of the pill gently nourished his body. Yu Sheng

frowned. "Hey, is there any problem with the Meteorite Fall you offered? I

've practiced it for a week, only to master more excellent bone-setting

skill, but failing to master the kicks."

System: "…"

Hoot! Hoot! Hoot…

The sound of motorbikes came suddenly while Yu Sheng prepared to continue

his practice. A group of motorbike riders with baseball bats in their hands

charged directly toward the park.

The motorbikes ran fast. Those people gave Yu Sheng a blow without saying

anything.

Bang!

The blow missed. Yu Sheng rushed upstairs. A dozen motorbikes stopped,

rising a sand storm. Trendily dressed gangsters with baseball bats got off

the motorbikes, and came at Yu Sheng.

Black Motorbike Gang?

"Brothers! Have I ever offended you?" Yu Sheng asked with confusion.

Looking at the 10-odd people, he remembered he had never provoked them.

One of the gangsters took out a photo and carefully compared with Yu Sheng.

He told the one looked like the Big Brother, "Brother Niu, it's exactly

him. He looks lewd, is less than 170 centimeters tall, and looks like a

dying man."

Niu Mang cast a glance at the photo to verify, and then sneered at Yu

Sheng: "Bloke, you are lucky. Someone wants to buy your life. Are you

going to symbolically struggle or give up resistance?"

This group of people were obviously not street punks; they are professional

gangsters, with tidy clothes, superior equipments and extraordinary

temperament.

Niu Mang, head of the group, was about two meters high. His muscles made

him look even stronger than those bodybuilding champions.

Yu Sheng smiled coldly. He stretched his limbs and said with uncertainty:

"You, the inferior ones, haven't your employer told you about my

strength?"

Niu Mang sneered while holding a baseball bat: "You're so calm. I know

you are good at fighting, but we are not a group to be trifled with. We are

all members of the underground world of martial arts, with one head above

two shoulders. Who fears?"

Yu Sheng was helpless, but also wanted to test his current strength. He

sneered: "Let's have one-on-one hit in line with the rules of the

underground world of martial arts!"

Chapter end