God-Like Extraction Chapter 311 – Meeting a Barbarian Warrior Again (1)

Choose one out of the two options?

There’s such a good thing?

“Take care of Master Nine, of course!” Lu Xincheng blurted out in his joy.

Anyone who was not a fool would know what to choose.

Even if they do repay the five million dollars, Master Nine might not let them off just like that.

However, once Master Nine was dealt with, they would have nothing to worry about anymore.

Lu Xinyan nodded in joy and said gratefully, “Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Uncle.”

“It won’t be too late to thank me after I’ve dealt with him.”

Su Jingxing replied coolly. As he spoke, he looked at the five angry and terrified men and asked, “Call Master Nine and tell him that the siblings have gathered enough money. Where can we find him to return it?”

“Yes, yes.” A man with long hair took out his phone with trembling hands and dialed a number.

“We’re looking for Master Nine, not you,” Su Jingxing added.

Afraid that the long-haired man wouldn’t understand, Lu Xincheng said bluntly, “We’re all smart people. After the call gets through, I’m sure you know what to say, right?”

“I do, I do.” The long-haired man didn’t dare to cause trouble and hurriedly nodded.

After the call went through, he cooperatively only said that Lu Xinyan and her brother had already raised the money and asked where to return it.

After hanging up, he bowed and smiled apologetically at Su Jingxing. “Mas… Master Nine said to bring them to Ding Shang to return the money. He is there now.”

“Very good.”

Su Jingxing replied coolly, “Let’s go. To Ding Shang!”

“Let’s go, let’s go, to Ding Shang!”

Lu Xincheng’s face was full of excitement. He first moved the unconscious buzz-cut man to the street, then closed the supermarket with Lu Xinyan.

Led by the long-haired man and company, the group headed straight for Ding Shang.

Master Nine’s real name was Jiang Jiuyang, and Ding Shang was a club.

The city where Lu Xinyan, Lu Xincheng, Jiang Jiuyang, and the others were in was called Anyang City. It had a population of more than eight million and belonged to the Dahong Prefecture.

Jiang Jiuyang was a seventh-grade martial artist and was quite famous on New Industry Street in the Eastern District of Anyang City.

The Ding Shang Club was located at the end of New Industry Street. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and there was not much human traffic.

Jiang Jiuyang had made friends with many influential people through Ding Shang, and he had great connections.

But since Su Jingxing wanted to mess with him, he gave no hoots about his connections.

The group arrived at Ding Shang. With the long-haired man and company leading the way, they did not encounter any obstructions.

When they saw Jiang Jiuyang, this seventh-grade martial artist who had almost destroyed Lu Xinyan and Lu Xincheng’s family, was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and was savoring his wine with a high-end aura.

“Miss Lu, have you really thought it through?”

Jiang Jiuyang ignored the others. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, he looked at Lu Xinyan and said gently, “Being with me is more than ten times better than working day and night at a supermarket. Are you sure you want to give up just like that?”

Lu Xinyan did not respond. She turned to look at Su Jingxing, who had restrained his aura to the extreme.

Lu Xincheng kept silent as well and also looked at Su Jingxing, whose presence was almost non-existent.

The five others lowered their heads and trembled slightly.

“Why…”

“Master Nine, we’ve captured them!”

A loud shout interrupted the puzzled Jiang Jiuyang.

A young man with a hostile aura quickly walked in through the open door.

Behind him were seven to eight burly men.

These burly men held a man and a woman who were tied up and had cloth stuffed in their mouths.

Thump! Thump!

With a dull thud, the man and woman were thrown to the ground and the cloths in their mouths were removed.

The door of the private room also closed at the right time, isolating the sound.

“Please spare us, Master Nine. Please spare us. We were wrong, we were wrong.”

The man in his forties with his body tied up was lying on the ground, curled up and twisting. He shouted at Jiang Jiuyang, “I was wrong, I was really wrong. Master Nine, give us a chance. I will definitely repay the money as soon as possible. Three days, no, one day! As long as you give me one day, I will be able to raise the money. Master Nine, I beg you, I beg you!”

The man cried out in fear, his face covered in tears and snot.

The woman did not shout. She only curled up and trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Lu Xinyan’s face turned pale. She took a few steps back and shuffled closer to Su Jingxing.

Lu Xincheng swallowed his saliva and also moved closer to Su Jingxing.

“Miss Lu, Brother Lu, let me introduce. Just like you, these two owe me millions.”

Jiang Jiuyang sipped his wine and said slowly, “The difference is that they chose to escape. They thought that if they escaped, they wouldn’t have to pay up. Now that I’ve captured them, how do you think I should punish them?”

Lu Xinyan lowered her head and Lu Xincheng kept silent.

Su Jingxing watched the show.

“You have nothing to say?”

Jiang Jiuyang took a sip of wine and shifted his gaze. He sized up the crying man with a smile. “Look, Brother Lu and Miss Lu have nothing to say to you. Do you think you can escape punishment by admitting your mistake?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The man groveled on the ground and hit his forehead hard. “Master Nine, I was wrong, I was wrong.”

“Since you’re wrong, you have to accept your punishment.”

Jiang Jiuyang raised his hand indifferently and calculated. “I won’t make things difficult for you. How about this? Your family owes me a total of six million Great Yu dollars. One arm or one leg for a million dollars. That’s eight million dollars with all of your limbs. It’s up to you to decide which arm or leg to give up.”

“No, no, no, I was wrong, Master Nine, I was wrong.” The man was trembling all over. Tears streamed down his face as he cried, “Master Nine, I was really wrong. Give me a chance, give me a chance…”