C18 Usury

Unknowingly, it was already night time in the training room. During that time, Zhang Jiayang called Lee Miaoke to report his location, so as to avoid Big Beauty Li from deducting his salary if he was unhappy.

Linhai City, Venus, Western Restaurant.

"Ah, what a great dinner tonight." Zhang Jiayang patted his belly and burped.

"Haha, look at your useless appearance. In the future, I will bring you out to eat. I just don't know when Master will teach me to see through the skills of others?" Wen Wan'erangliang said with a sly smile.

"Eh, didn't you always have no time for this? Don't be in a hurry, I've already promised you that I won't run away." Zhang Jiayang said hesitantly. The main thing is that I don't know how to teach you, but I can't possibly pass on my prediction ability to you. Zhang Jiayang thought in his heart.

"En, that's true. Let's go then. I'll send you home, Master." Wen Wan'er said straightforwardly.

Zhang Jiayang said with a bit of guilt, "No need to trouble yourself. I'll just take a taxi back."

"Let's go, let's go. This disciple should send master off." As Wen Wan'er spoke, she held Zhang Jiayang's arm and walked towards the car.

Soon, they arrived at Zhang Jiayang's house.

"Master, rest early. Wan'er will miss you," Wen Wan'er said with a smile, and then she drove away.

Zhang Jiayang looked at the disappearing figure of Wen Wan'er and bitterly smiled in his heart. At the same time, he was thinking that he should buy a car too. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

Zhang Jiayang hummed as he walked home. At the same time, he was thinking about why his strength had increased so quickly. Could it be that he had mutated too quickly? Could it be? Zhang Jiayang suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Was it because of the 'Prophecy of Prophecy'? It must be it.

Zhang Jiayang was excited as he thought it through. He immediately ran towards his house. He wanted to go back and research whether this thing had a new superpower.

When he got home, Zhang Jiayang was greatly disappointed. Except for a slight increase in his prediction ability, the [Prophecy Comprehension] did not change at all.

The disappointed Zhang Jiayang simply lay on the bed and slept soundly.

Late at night, it was already around one in the morning.

A black shadow was squatting outside Zhang Jiayang's window. This man was wearing a set of black clothes and his face was buried under his long hair.

He gently opened the window and jumped into Zhang Jiayang's room.

The black-clothed man's ability was not weak. Even though it was pitch-black, he was still able to clearly find the position of the bed. Furthermore, he saw a man lying on the bed.

This was exactly what he wanted tonight!

He was good at fighting, but he had done a lot of things like killing people. In this situation, he could kill any target without leaving any traces behind, and he was already very familiar with it.

"Are you here to steal money or to kill yourself?"

Suddenly, Zhang Jiayang sat up on the bed and stared at the man in black.

The man's face froze. He didn't expect his target to find him. It seemed this person wasn't simple.

In fact, Zhang Jiayang had already noticed the man outside the window. Every time the "Prophecy of Prophecy" came close to danger, it would automatically rush out of Zhang Jiayang's mind, so Zhang Jiayang was prepared in advance.

"Drink!

The man immediately shouted and threw a punch towards Zhang Jiayang's head. Since he had already lost his destiny, he had to seize the initiative. As a black boxer, he understood the importance of fighting and killing first.

Seeing that his opponent was attacking, Zhang Jiayang did not dodge. He wanted to test how much his strength had increased.

Zhang Jiayang also instantly raised his fist and punched the opponent's fist.

Bang!

The two fists collided together.

He actually felt that if he punched Zhang Jiayang on steel, the power of the opponent's punch would shake his arm until it would go numb and stiff. But he was a professional black fist expert after all, he appeared extremely calm, and his left hand suddenly stretched out, wanting to grab Zhang Jiayang's shoulder, forcing Zhang Jiayang to the ground.

However, Zhang Jiayang directly took a big step to the left and dodged his left hand.

Zhang Jiayang was also shocked. This person was very different from the hooligans he faced before. Luckily, he could predict the opponent's moves, or else he would have been decapitated tonight.

At this moment, Heizi raised his leg and kicked Zhang Jiayang. It contained a tremendous killing power.

However, he didn't know that Zhang Jiayang already knew of his deadly move and was waiting for him to fall into his trap.

Zhang Jiayang instantly grabbed his right leg and shouted: "Retreat!"

Heizi was sent flying and crashed into the wall. At the same time, Zhang Jiayang grabbed the gap and pressed down on the man's throat.

"I lost," the man said calmly, giving up on resisting.

Zhang Jiayang turned on the lights and also saw the man in front of him. He was about thirty years old, with slightly dark skin and a rigid face, as if he was made of a piece of steel or stone. His expression was calm, as if victory and defeat were a common occurrence for him. There was only one kind of relief.

Zhang Jiayang stared at the man and knew that he wouldn't be able to ask anything because the man looked like an extremely resolute man.

Zhang Jiayang let go of the man's throat and said with a smile, "Go, you are also a pitiful person."

The black clothed man's face froze, a trace of gratitude showing on his face. He then turned around and walked out.

When the man in black opened the door, he turned his head and said, "This mission was given to me by Fu San of the underground Black Fist City. I don't know anything else, please take care."

With that, the man in black disappeared into the night. Actually, it wasn't hard for Zhang Jiayang to know who was going to deal with him if the man in black didn't say those words.

No more than Gao Feng or Mu Zhiming, he just didn't expect to be so ruthless this time. Inviting a black fist to fight with him, this is trying to kill him. Zhang Jiayang pondered.

Zhang Jiayang smiled, turned off the lights and went back to bed.

One night without incident

… ….

The next morning, Zhang Jiayang woke up early and went out for a run. Although his strength had increased a lot these days, he still couldn't relax when it came to training. If they didn't advance, they would retreat.

After exercising, Zhang Jiayang casually ate a mouthful of food on the roadside before heading straight to school.

As the days passed day by day, Zhang Jiayang had already been at the Jinding High School for two months.

Nothing had happened in the past two months, and Mu Zhi Ming didn't come to school either. There was no news of him in the next two months, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.

Zhang Jiayang enjoyed such a peaceful life. Every morning, he would tease Lee Miaoke, tease the beautiful teacher Bai Xueqi, and in the afternoon, he would go to Wen Wan'er's place to exercise.

Zhang Jiayang didn't expect this job to be so easy. Back then, he was forced to accept this job, but now, someone is probably chasing him away.

Zhang Jiayang actually felt rather guilty in his heart, he just wandered around everyday to get a decent salary.

… ….

On this day, Zhang Jiayang walked into the school as if it was his usual day.

Whoosh!

A van brushed past him and stopped in front of the entrance of the Jinding High School.

There was a rule in front of the school gate to prevent parking. Thus, within the guardhouse, Old Kang walked over, preparing to let the other party leave.

The door opened and five men got out of the van. These men were all out of their minds, walking towards Old Kang with a squint.

"What are you guys doing? You can't stop the car here. Please move away immediately." Old Kang said.

The several raiding men immediately pushed Old Kang who was walking over. One of the man said coldly, "Scram, let your principal come out to speak."

Zhang Jiayang frowned and said, "Our principal is not here. If you have anything you need tell him."

At this moment, Zhang Jiayang slowly walked in front of the five men.

"Who the f * ck do you think you are? Why are you saying that?" One of the tall and straight men pointed his index finger at Zhang Jiayang and shouted.

Ah!

Zhang Jiayang suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his index finger.

Ka-cha! *

There was an ear-piercing sound of bones breaking. This man's fingers were actually snapped, and he howled in pain.

Next, Zhang Jiayang kicked the man's lower abdomen. Zhang Jiayang's current strength was several times that of an ordinary person's. The man was sent flying backwards, crashing into the van's windshield and fainting.

At this moment, the remaining five hoodlums saw that their companions were beaten, so they immediately rushed forward and punched Zhang Jiayang. Zhang Jiayang sneered and directly picked up a person with one hand and threw him towards the three people behind him. Four of them immediately flew out.

"All of you, scram." Zhang Jiayang shouted.

These hoodlums were trembling all over. When they saw Zhang Jiayang who looked like a ferocious demon in front of them, they all said, "Get lost now, get lost now!"

They quickly helped their companions up and ran into the van.

Although Zhang Jiayang didn't know why they were here, he knew they weren't good people.

"Old Kang, how are you? Are you alright?" Zhang Jiayang turned around and asked.

"I'm fine, but will you be okay if you attack so viciously?" Lao Kang frowned and said.

Zhang Jiayang smiled and said, "To deal with the wicked, we have to have a way to deal with them."

Zhang Jiayang helped Old Kang into the guard room and walked towards Lee Miaoke's office with a face full of doubt.

In the principal's office of Jinding High School.

"President Lee, just now, there was a group of amorous people at the school entrance who were clamoring to see you." Zhang Jiayang said seriously.

Lee Miaoke was startled when she heard that. She thought to herself, "What's coming is finally coming."

Zhang Jiayang looked at Lee Miaoke's expression and knew that something must have happened. Those hoodlums wouldn't look for Lee Miaoke for no reason and yet they were so brazen.

"President Lee, why are they looking for you?" Zhang Jiayang frowned and asked.

Lee Miaoke hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and saying, "They're here to ask me for money."

"You want money? "They are too bold. If I had known, I would have attacked them." Zhang Jiayang said angrily.

"Ah?" Did you chase them away? " Lee Miaoke's expression froze as she said in surprise.

Zhang Jiayang looked at Lee Miaoke's delicate face and said, "Yea, you seem to be afraid of them. What's going on?"

Lee Miaoke's expression struggled for a while before she said, "I borrowed usury from them." Lee Miaoke's face turned red after she finished speaking. Her hands unconsciously felt like they were holding onto the documents on the table, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Usury?" Zhang Jiayang opened his mouth so wide that his jaw almost fell off.

… ….