Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 46 Dai Huabin, pay back the money!

Calculating her meager assets, she found that Bei Bei had given her two thousand gold soul coins, and Ning Tian, ​​the little rich woman, had lost four thousand gold soul coins to him in a bet.

I gave Gun Gun two thousand gold soul coins, so now I only have four thousand gold soul coins. Oh right, I still haven't received two thousand gold soul coins from Dai Huabin.

This person is ungrateful; a whole day has passed and they still haven't sent the money.

With all their money not exceeding ten thousand gold soul coins, this amount was far from enough to cover the expenses of the two of them.

Since Yuan Gungun has acknowledged himself as the leader, it is only right that he takes care of his underlings.

Next, we need to figure out how to make money, but before that, we need to collect the debts!

"Gungun! Come with me to do something!"

Han Yu glanced at Gun Gun beside her, then spoke.

Yuan Gungun chuckled and asked, "What's up, boss?"

"Debt collection! Someone owes me money and won't pay it back. This is your future living expenses. What are you going to do about it?"

Han Yu crossed her arms and squinted her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Gungun immediately became anxious. This concerned his living expenses, and anyone who dared to prevent him from eating was unforgivable.

She tried to imitate Han Yu by crossing her arms and squinting her eyes, but her chest was too wide and her arms couldn't cross properly, making it look a bit comical.

Then, looking furious, he said, "Boss, is that even a question? Anyone who dares to owe us money, just take them down! Tell me, who do you want to take down?!"

Han Yu said in a deep voice, "Class 5, freshmen, Dai Huabin!"

Class 5 of the new students.

Most of the students have already had lunch and are currently resting or practicing in the classroom.

"Who is Dai Huabin! Show yourself!"

Just then, a loud shout rang out, startling the students who were resting.

They saw two figures, one fat and one thin, appear outside the door.

The students in Class 5 of the new students were stunned for a moment, and then they all crowded around.

One of the students couldn't help but ask, "Which class are you from? What do you need to see Class Monitor Dai for?"

The two were Han Yu and Yuan Gungun.

Yuan Gungun crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Dai Huabin owes our boss money. We're here to collect it. Make him get out of here right now, or we'll be going in."

"Ah, are you kidding me? Squad Leader Dai Huabin owes you money?"

"You must have made a mistake!"

The student who had just spoken couldn't help but say something.

He knew that Dai Huabin came from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, a famous family on the continent.

If not the absolute top, they are at least among the best, and their family wealth is also quite substantial.

Her father was a marshal of the Star Luo Empire, known as the "God of War".

"Hmph! Just kidding, do I look like I'm joking?"

Yuan Gungun's eyes widened like copper bells, his face trembled slightly, and he viciously grabbed the student by the collar, lifting him more than a meter off the ground.

"You, you let me go, you fat pig!"

The student lost his balance, his legs thrashing about, and he reached for Yuan Gungun's fleshy hands, trying to pry open the hand that was grabbing his collar.

His face turned red from lack of oxygen, and he spoke intermittently.

"How dare you call me a fat pig!"

Yuan Gungun's face flushed with anger. He hated being called that. He suddenly clenched the hand that was grabbing his collar and then threw him backward with force. The student screamed in the air and then fell to the ground.

"Squad leader, save me!"

"Aren't you going too far? To act like this in my Class 5, do you not respect me at all?"

Just then, the crowd parted, and Dai Huabin, with his hair parted in the middle, walked slowly over.

"Hey, who do you think you are? State your name, I don't mess with nobodys."

Yuan Gungun stood there, picked at his ear with his chubby hand, and then glanced at it from the corner of his eye and said indifferently.

"That's incredibly arrogant, class monitor! We have to teach him a lesson."

The students standing nearby were enraged by Yuan Gungun's arrogant demeanor and couldn't help but shout.

Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin's face also darkened. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Class 5, freshmen, Dai Huabin, the class monitor of Class 5, you hit my people. As the class monitor, I have to seek justice for them, both morally and logically."

"Which class are you from? How dare you come to our Freshman Class 5 to provoke us? Are you tired of living?"

When Yuan Gungun heard the person in front of him call himself Dai Huabin, his eyes lit up. He hadn't expected the real person to have arrived. He simply ignored the last sentence.

After examining it closely, he curled his lip in disdain and muttered something under his breath.

"What? Turns out he's just a pretty boy, and not even as handsome as the boss!"

Han Yu nodded slightly, surprised that the fat guy could talk.

"It's you!"

Only then did Dai Huabin notice Han Yu standing to the side. He had been so focused on Yuan Gun Gun's massive body that he had subconsciously ignored the others.

That familiar face reappeared in his field of vision.

Han Yu said coldly, "Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu must have told you what I said before, right? What? Are you planning not to pay back the money you owe?"

Dai Huabin recalled what had happened in the cafeteria earlier, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

He sneered and said, "That time I was just falling into your trap. As long as I don't look into your eyes, I won't fall for your illusion."

"Besides illusion magic, what else do you have to offer?"

"If you've got the guts, fight me again. If I lose, I'll give you four thousand gold soul coins."

Dai Huabin looked confident, his eyes fierce. He didn't believe he could lose this time, now that he was on guard.

Upon hearing this, Han Yu sneered. Someone was rushing to get beaten up and even offered money; how could he bear to refuse such a good deal?

"Then let's go to the Soul Arena!"

"GunGun, let's go!"

With that, Han Yu strode towards the Soul Arena.

"Boss, how did I do just now? Did I do what you said I should?"

At this moment, Yuan Gungun was no longer the fierce person he had been just moments before; now he looked like a harmless little fat boy.

"Not bad, I didn't know you had this talent. Well done!"

Han Yu patted Yuan Gun Gun with an admiring look on her face.

"Boss, you're joking. I've just toned it down a bit. Actually, I've always been like this. It's only after experiencing more things that I've become the way I am now."

Yuan Gungun's simple, honest voice rang out.

"Never mind what I said."

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Dai Huabin watched Han Yu leave, his face grim.

"Class monitor, this time you have to show the spirit of our Class 5, we can't lose to them."

"I just found out, these two are from Class 9," one of the students said.

Zhu Lu approached Dai Huabin and whispered, "Huabin, are you confident? Last time he..."

Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin couldn't help but shout angrily, "I was just careless last time. This time, as long as I don't look him in the eye, how could he, a Great Soul Master, possibly defeat a Soul Venerable like me?"

"Let's go, follow them. This time I'm going to get my revenge!"

Dai Huabin left with a harsh remark and turned to leave.

After Dai Huabin, almost all the students in Class 5 who were able to go to the Soul Arena followed him, since it was a great opportunity to gain experience and no one wanted to miss it.

A group of people moved about, creating a very large and impressive scene.

A second-year student wearing a yellow school uniform couldn't help but pull aside a freshman from Class 5 to ask him a question.

"Junior, where are all of you headed?"

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(End of this chapter)