Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 3 Ma Hongjun

Flanders pushed up his glasses and glared at the door.

Seeing the beggar Lan Minghua, he cursed angrily: "You stinky beggar, you have money to pay for breaking my door? Get out of here before I lose my temper!"

However, Lan Minghua ignored him, walked straight to the chair and sat down.

Flanders' eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound.

His knuckles were white, his whole body was shaking, and he was furious.

Those were the valuable chairs in his shop, and they were desecrated by a beggar.

If this happens, the price will fall.

As a well-known miser, how could Flanders not be angry?

He stared at Lan Minghua with cold eyes, ready to throw him out.

As for why Lan Minghua is not asked to pay compensation, you also need to have money.

He had just overheard the conversation between Lan Minghua and Oscar and knew that Lan Minghua was a poor bastard.

Flanders walked up to Lan Minghua angrily, not caring about the dirt, and grabbed his collar and was about to throw him out.

However, no matter how hard he tried, Lan Minghua remained as still as a mountain.

"What!" Flanders' pupils shrank suddenly, and his face became gloomy like dark clouds.

Lan Minghua reached out and grabbed Flanders' wrist, gently breaking it.

Flanders felt pain and let go of Lan Minghua's collar.

"Let's not talk about compensation for now. You just eavesdropped on me and that pretty boy. Shouldn't you settle the score first?"

When Lan Minghua said this, sweat broke out on Flanders' forehead.

He thought that his intelligence was flawless thanks to the Cat-Owl Spirit's spying ability, but he didn't expect that Lan Minghua could see through him.

Finally, he understood why the other party kicked down his door right at the start.

He deserves it!

Lan Minghua didn't know what Flanders was thinking, but he wouldn't let go unless he gave an answer.

Flanders tried to break free, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was of no use.

Over time, Flanders' palms became extremely pale, and his forearms under his sleeves turned purple-black.

Lan Minghua was not afraid of fighting with him, and there would be no loss if he just wore him down.

After weighing the pros and cons, Flanders decided to give in.

It is not his style to offend an unknown strong man.

He smiled apologetically and said aggrievedly, "Senior, I was wrong. I shouldn't have eavesdropped on your conversation with Oscar. I solemnly apologize to you."

Lan Minghua let go of his hand and pretended not to know: "So that handsome guy is Oscar. What's your relationship with him?"

Flanders rubbed his wrist, cursed in his heart, and answered with a licking face.

"Senior, I am the dean of Shrek Academy, and Xiao Ao is my student. I was afraid he would be deceived, so I took the liberty of eavesdropping."

Lan Minghua already knew it, but he still pretended not to know.

"So he's a student of Shitlake, and you're the dean of Shitlake. That makes it easier for me to find him."

Suddenly, Lan Minghua said something inexplicable: "Senior sounds too old, just call me Huazai."

Flanders didn't expect that Lan Minghua was so easy to talk to, and there was no longer the tension as before.

But for Oscar's safety, he still asked bravely: "So... Hua Zai, what do you want to do with Oscar?"

"I've taken a fancy to that handsome guy and want to take him in as my apprentice. How about you, as the dean, introduce him to me?"

Lan Minghua blinked and stared at Flanders.

Flanders pondered, weighing the pros and cons.

"The man who calls himself Huazai is no weaker than me. He is very likely a Contra."

"If we can lure him into Shrek, won't Shrek take off?!"

Flanders got excited just thinking about it.

After all, ordinary high-level soul master academies do not have soul masters in charge.

There are only four elements, and the four lower sects and the Tiandou Royal Academy are governed by Soul Douluo.

Lan Minghua looked at Flanders, whose eyes were rolling around, and knew that he had a sure chance of becoming a teacher at Shrek.

"Little guy, quickly trick me into Shrek."

As expected, after thinking it over, Flanders showed an expression of a profiteer.

"Hua Zi, I may not be able to help you." He pretended to be heartbroken, "Although I am the dean, I can't influence Xiao Ao's decision. So..."

Flanders grinned: "So Huazi, you can join Shrek. After a long time, Xiao Ao may find out how powerful you are and become your disciple." How could Lan Minghua not know Flanders' little thoughts.

But being a teacher at Shrek is not necessarily a bad thing.

Maybe I can take in a few more apprentices, and then I can get some rest.

"That's a good suggestion, but what kind of salary do you want?"

I have always been the one who gets things for free from others, and no one has ever gotten things for free from me.

Lan Minghua's words made Flanders' face darken.

I thought I could get a teacher who was at least a Soul Saint for free under the name of Oscar, but I didn't expect that I would dig a hole for myself.

I just invited Lan Minghua to join Shrek. If I refuse now, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for him?

Lan Minghua looked at Flanders, who was in an embarrassment, then looked at the hair crystal, and he had an idea.

"I can join Shitlake first. I don't need to worry about the salary or anything like that."

"Really?" Flanders was surprised.

Lan Minghua glanced at him and started to attack.

"Don't be so happy too soon. Here, that hair crystal is the interest you give me. How about it, is that okay?"

Flanders didn't hesitate and directly brought the hair crystal to Lan Minghua.

Hair crystal is only worth a few hundred gold soul coins.

Although it’s not a small amount, it’s worth it to be able to win over a strong man like Lan Minghua.

"If you like it, take it. I have this stone here just for display."

Lan Minghua took the hair crystal without hesitation, flipped his palm, and put it into the system space.

Flanders' eyes lit up, knowing that it was all worth it, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"Soul Guidance Device? As expected, Huazi is definitely not as simple as he appears. I'm making a killing."

Lan Minghua ignored Flanders, stood up and walked out of the store.

"That's all for now. I'll go shopping and then go to Shitlake later. Remember to find me a place to stay. I don't want to sleep on the ground."

"Don't worry, I'll have someone arrange it."

Flanders looked at Lan Minghua's receding back and immediately sent a message to Zhao Wuji, asking him to prepare.

This is an opportunity to improve Shrek's strength, and he doesn't want to miss it.

In Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji received Flanders' letter and his face became solemn.

"What the hell is Flanders doing? Someone who's no less powerful than him? Is Soul Saint already so worthless?"

Zhao Wuji complained, but didn't say much else. He went to prepare the room honestly.

As the sun sets, the sunset glow on the horizon burns like a raging fire, illuminating half the sky red.

"Is it evening already? Time to go to Shitlake. I hope Flanders has prepared a house for me, otherwise I'll have to requisition his."

Lan Minghua watched the sunset and walked towards Shrek Academy.

At the same time, there was a little fat red-haired boy in Shrek Academy roaring in helplessness.

"Cuihua, why did you reject me? I gave you my heart, but you still treat me like this."

This person is none other than Ma Hongjun, one of the future Shrek Seven Devils.

Because he failed to vent his anger or gain any advantage, he is now furious.

Lan Minghua easily entered Shrek with his strong strength.

As soon as I entered Shrek, I heard someone screaming and yelling.

He squinted his eyes and saw Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun, who was screaming like a ghost, also discovered Lan Minghua.

He was seen in such an embarrassing state, and coupled with the fact that he hadn't relieved his sexual desire today, he was now extremely angry.

Ma Hongjun is not a kind person. He wants to kill Lan Minghua for seeing him embarrassed.

Even if he doesn't kill someone, he will at least cripple them.

"Smelly beggar, is this the place you can come to? Go to hell!"

Lan Minghua was bewildered. He didn't even say a word, so why did Ma Hongjun want to kill him?

"Birds of a feather flock together? It seems only the same kind of people can play together."

"But you have to attack me." Lan Minghua's eyes turned cold.

"I don't mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of Flanders. I'll teach you a painful lesson."

(End of this chapter)