Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 382 Turtle Hermit Style Fang Yu

In a restaurant that looked unassuming but was actually a shady establishment, the main characters were bewildered to see Fang Yu standing next to Master Roshi.

"Hey, you took on another new disciple while you were just going to the bathroom?" Bulma stepped forward and tugged at Master Roshi's ear, as if she had noticed something amiss.

"Hey." Bulma winked at Fang Yu, "Don't believe Master Roshi's nonsense. Being his disciple is just working for him for free. If you don't believe me, ask Krillin and Goku."

Klin scratched his head. "Ah, I did work on a construction site carrying bricks for seven months. Wages, wages..."

Master Roshi slammed his fist on the table. “What wages! What bricklaying! That’s called training! If it weren’t for me, would you two possibly have been able to stand on the stage of the World Martial Arts Tournament and defeat your opponent?”

At this moment, Little Goku couldn't hear anything and kept scrambling at the fruit plate in front of him. The waiter had just put the food down when he swept it away. Yamu, who was freeloading next to him, was holding his chopsticks and looked very embarrassed.

"Alright! Let's eat!" Master Roshi waved his hand, and everyone finally began their delicious meal.

Little Goku devoured the food like a whirlwind, licking the plates until they gleamed. Yamcha awkwardly held up his chopsticks, trying to pick up food several times, but Goku's invisible hand beat him to it each time.

Seeing this, Fang Yu quickly picked up the teapot to pour tea for Master Roshi, served him some food, and said with a beaming smile, "Master Roshi, please have some tea! Please eat some food. As for the matter of cultivation, I can begin anytime!"

Master Roshi took a sip of tea, a glint of insight flashing in his glasses: "It's a good thing that young people have awareness."

He crouched low furtively and said, "Come to the beach tonight at midnight, and I'll teach you real kung fu. Remember to bring two of the latest swimsuit issue as tuition!"

Fang Yu's lips twitched. He thought to himself that this old lecher was indeed living up to his reputation, but he still had to bite the bullet and nod in order to learn the craft.

After eating for only about fifteen minutes, the restaurant owner suddenly surrounded them with a group of fierce-looking burly men, tapped the bill, and said: "Gentlemen, this is 50."

"How much?!" Klin nearly slid off his chair. "I haven't even eaten much yet!"

The boss sneered and pointed to the mountain of empty plates next to Wukong: "This young man ate a serving of French steak for 100 people and gnawed on three of our solid wood tables. Look, that piece in his hand is a table leg!"

Everyone turned to look at Wukong, who, with his round belly, was crunching loudly while chewing on half a carved table leg. "I'm so hungry!"

Master Roshi silently kicked the prize box under the table, stood up, and said seriously, "As a martial artist, it's indeed wrong not to pay for your meal."

He suddenly grabbed the prize box. "So..."

With a "whoosh," Master Roshi grabbed the box and ran!
Everyone froze for a moment before Bulma reacted, "Run!"

Krillin and Goku reacted extremely quickly, slipping out of the restaurant in a flash without even leaving a trace.

Bulma pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it on the ground, and quickly threw out a multi-purpose capsule. With two "buzzing" sounds in the smoke, she rode her motorcycle away with Yamcha in her arms!
Ulong and Poole transformed into a missile and a rocket, respectively, and rushed out.

As for Fang Yu, it goes without saying that it would be an impossible task for the burly men to catch him.

Logically speaking, the one who should least have been caught among them was Master Roshi, who was the first to escape.

As a result, the shop owner had just chased after the shop owner when he tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking back, I saw Master Roshi, who was carrying a turtle shell, lying face down on the ground with his eyes blacked out.
Master Roshi wasn't worried that his apprentice wouldn't be able to escape.

He simply didn't have the strength to run away because he had exhausted too much energy from exploding the moon on the stage.

"Damn it! Those brats actually stepped over me!" Master Roshi struggled to get up, but a group of burly men surrounded him, grinning maliciously as they pressed down on his shoulders: "Old man, don't rush off, settle the bill first!"

Master Roshi, sweat beading on his forehead, chuckled dryly, "Um... my disciples will come back to pay."

The boss sneered, "Don't give me that! Those kids ran faster than rabbits, they're obviously repeat offenders!" Master Roshi was on the verge of tears, and could only tremblingly reach for the prize box: "Alright, alright. How much was it again? Five thousand, right?"

The boss slammed the bill down: "Five hundred thousand!"

"What?!" Master Roshi nearly fainted on the spot. "I only ate a plate of fried rice! It really costs 500,000?!"

The shopkeeper pointed to the spot where Wukong had just been sitting, where the plates that almost reached the ceiling were practically screaming, "You should pay for this!"

In the end, after the boss's "friendly negotiation," Master Roshi tearfully emptied the prize box.

When he left the restaurant, he only had a pitiful 20,000 Berries left in his hand, and he looked as if he had aged ten years.

"Damn it, all that effort was for nothing! I only have 20,000 left out of 500,000! My striptease extravaganza is ruined!"

Just then, Krillin, who was hiding at the street corner, peeked out and whispered, "Master, what do we do next?"

Master Roshi gritted his teeth: "Train! I must train twice as hard! I'm going to win back ten times the prize money at the next martial arts tournament!"

Little Wukong patted his round belly and let out a satisfied burp: "Want to have a midnight snack later?"

Master Roshi: "I'm speechless!"

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The rain in Gotham finally stopped.

Even though a sunny day had finally arrived, Bruce Yu was still incredibly busy.

There's no way around it. Even with the addition of Dragon Ball Fang Yu, he won't be able to wait for Dragon Ball Fang Yu to unleash his power. Darkseid is about to arrive, and if he doesn't make adequate preparations, he'll most likely end up with a trailer for Justice League 2 featuring Zack Snyder—the destruction of the world.

"Ding Dong"

The doorbell rang, and Bruce Yu hurriedly went to open the door.

He wasn't starving because he ordered takeout; it was simply because there was only one person who knew this address.

Bruce Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the door.

The person who arrived was none other than Wonder Woman, the most important piece of the Justice League puzzle!

"Enough with the small talk." Wonder Woman Diana tapped Bruce Yu's chest with her finger, causing him to step back, and then walked into the room. "How much information do you have?"

Bruce Yu looked Wonder Woman up and down. "Well, I can give you everything without reservation."

Wonder Woman nodded. "Alright, let's start with the Mother Box!"

“No, ma’am, I don’t see any sincerity in you.” Bruce Yu took out his phone and showed the picture that Luther had helped spread. “We spent hundreds of millions to post this picture of you from World War I all over the streets before we finally got in touch with you, and you act like you’re inspecting work as soon as you see me. That’s not very nice.”

Wonder Woman turned around. "Oh? What do you want?"

Bruce Yu took a step forward, almost touching Wonder Woman, and said, "Mother Box."

(End of this chapter)