Prodigal System in the Flourishing City-Chapter 565 - 563: Poor at Math, No Good at Fighting [Second Update]

Chapter 565: Chapter 563: Poor at Math, No Good at Fighting [Second Update]

"Bang!"

Almost identical to the previous exchange of punches.

White Beard was already preparing to change his moves!

But then!

"Crack!"

"Crack crack crack crack!"

A series of crisp sounds came from White Beard’s arm.

His arm, it actually broke!

Damn it!

Did he really get his arm broken by a punch from Zhang Meng?!

Everyone went nuts!

This is the amazing White Beard we’re talking about!

When they fought to a draw earlier, he was only using seven levels of power!

Now, even with his powerful move, how did he get KO’d by a single punch?

White Beard also lost his mind!

Even the shock suppressed the pain he was feeling!

What the hell?!

Why did he lose?!

And got KO’d with one punch?!

Just how strong is this kid?!

When they fought to a draw earlier, how much power was he actually using?!

Never mind him!

Zhang Meng was in a state of confusion too!

Huh? That’s not right!

The other guy used seven levels of power, and he used five.

Now he used eight levels of power, even if the opponent didn’t increase his power, he shouldn’t have been beaten to such a sorry state!

Lin Feng’s mouth twitched as he looked at Lu Xiaobu: "Is this what you call taking it easy?! One punch for a draw, one punch for a KO?"

He was so frustrated!

Just how strong is this Zhang Meng?!

It seems that the bodyguards he hired this time can only be put in the second tier again!

The first tier is still vacant!

"How the hell would I know?!"

Lu Xiaobu was also helpless.

Zhang Meng, do you know what taking it easy means?!

Just two punches is taking it easy?!

If not taking it easy, does that mean finishing the fight with one punch?!

Zhang Meng looked at White Beard, who was in shock and pain, and awkwardly smiled: "Sorry about that! I really don’t know what went wrong!"

Hearing Zhang Meng’s words almost made White Beard spit out a mouthful of old blood!

Damn! What do you mean?!

You don’t know what went wrong?!

What on earth are you trying to do?!

If you simply said you gave it your all, I’d still find some comfort in that!

But now, you say this, what do you mean?!

Are you looking down on me?!

Zhang Meng didn’t respond to White Beard, feeling that he hadn’t completed his task well, and slunk back to Lu Xiaobu’s side.

"Young Master, I, I really don’t know what happened."

Zhang Meng said, extremely embarrassed.

"Alright, let’s talk about it later."

Lu Xiaobu waved his hand, resigned.

"Yes!"

Zhang Meng nodded.

Only Liang Lan, deep in thought, looked at Zhang Meng and muttered softly, "How many levels did you use?"

"Five for the first time, since the opponent said seven, I thought, wouldn’t my eight be equivalent to his ten? So, I used eight!"

Zhang Meng explained in a low voice: "Who knew it would turn out like this."

"You miscalculated."

Liang Lan clapped her hands and said.

"Miscalculated?!"

Zhang Meng was startled, counted on his fingers, then looked at Liang Lan: "No, that’s right! Five plus three is eight! Seven plus three is also ten!"

"It’s not calculated like that, the standards are different!"

Liang Lan waved her hand and explained: "You must use the same standard to calculate. For example, if we set you as the standard, ten levels is 10, then your five levels is 5, eight levels is 8."

"Right, that’s correct."

Zhang Meng nodded in agreement.

"But the thing is, the opponents seven levels are only equivalent to your five levels, which means, his ten levels is not 10, but 7.14! That means, your eight levels, are almost 1 more in power than the opponent’s full strength."

"Fuck! So that’s how it is!" Zhang Meng slapped his thigh: "Damn it, you have to use math even in a fight, a little carelessness and you end up wrecking someone!"

"Pfft!"

Liang Lan just couldn’t help but laugh.

This Zhang Meng, he seems so serious normally, but when he starts goofing off, it’s deadly.

It’s a good thing that White Beard didn’t hear this; if he had, he’d be fighting you to the death!

And you might have accidentally put him out of commission!

"Let’s go, let’s go. Today I had a small win and even got to use up your condition, so I’m in a good mood. Let’s finish our drinks and go play a couple of rounds." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Lin Feng said to Lu Xiaobu.

As for the bodyguard competition between his own men and Zhang Meng and Li Jin that was agreed upon earlier?

No need for that!

Even White Beard was no match for Zhang Meng and got taken down by accident.

So even more so for his underlings!

Therefore, it’s better to just stay in this victorious state, feeling comfortable!

"Sure, I’m feeling good too."

Lu Xiaobu was also very happy.

With Duan Yue, his father’s safety was somewhat guaranteed!

Not bad, not bad!

The two of them walked off, arm in arm.

Leaving only White Beard alone, clutching his arm in disarray in the wind!

What’s the meaning of this?!

What on earth does this mean?!

Are they collectively looking down on him?!

Yet he was helpless to do anything.

He, who had come in a menacing way, planning revenge, could only slink away like a defeated dog!

...

And so, this competition comes to a temporary close.

Afterwards, Lu Xiaobu and Lin Feng just casually played around, nothing much to specify.

Shimen.

Lu Family.

Lu Xiaobu brought Duan Yue back home.

"Dad."

Lu Xiaobu called out as he pushed the door open.

"Back so soon? What’s up? Why are you so cheerful?"

Lu’s father came out of the kitchen.

Now that Lu’s father was getting on in years, and without other hobbies, he loved to cook.

In fact, he was quite lonely.

After all, Lu Xiaobu used to cause a commotion at home, but as Lu Xiaobu’s commitments grew and he spent more time away, the house felt more and more desolate.

"I found you a companion."

Lu Xiaobu blurted out.

"Pfft!"

Lu’s father nearly spat out a mouthful of blood: "Find what companion? I don’t want one!"

Did he need Xiaobu to find him one?!

He simply didn’t want to find one.

"It’s not the kind you’re thinking of; I’ve found you a male companion."

Lu Xiaobu continued.

"Pfft!"

Lu’s father was in pain: "Are you itching for a beating, boy?! I don’t even want a woman, and you’re bringing me a man?!"

What, does this rascally kid suspect his sexual orientation?!

Is he just bored and came back to tease him?

"Uh..."

Lu Xiaobu realized he misspoke and turned to Liang Lan: "How should I put it?"

"An old buddy? Playmate? Or what..."

Liang Lan was also somewhat unsure of how to phrase it.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about it," Lu Xiaobu waved his hand: "Mr. Duan, come on in."

"Yes, Young Master."

Duan Yue walked in.

Ever since the battle between Zhang Meng and White Beard on the island, his so-called pride had completely vanished, and he had recognized his true place.

"This is my dad."

Lu Xiaobu introduced him, then said to his father: "Dad, this is Duan Yue, let him keep you company."

"Master."

Duan Yue still knew his manners.

"Oh, have a seat first."

Lu’s father didn’t say much, just motioned for him to sit down: "I’m going to cook."

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