The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng did the math. No matter how much interest he accrued, 10,000 ghost coins could never grow into a million ghost coins, right?

At most, it's 110,000. If I repay it myself, they'll dare to make me pay more.

He wouldn't mind dismantling this entire gang of a thousand people and selling them as Golems.

He is quite kind to ordinary people, provided they don't provoke him.

Xu Feng got out of the car, took down the candied apples hanging at the door, put on a pair of white gloves, and carried the candied apples.

He carried it like a red lantern and went to find the Iron Axe Gang to return the money.

The night was like a cloth soaked in ink, enveloping every shadow in the 12th block.

Xu Feng carried the candied apple, his white gloves gleaming coldly in the darkness. The apple swayed precariously between his fingers, like an ominous red lantern.

The deeper you go, the stronger the smell of tobacco, alcohol, sweat, and a faint stench of blood becomes.

That was Iron Axe Gang territory, a hidden underground bar called Drunken Clam.

The iron gate creaked as it was pushed open, the sound as sharp as bones breaking.

The room was dimly lit, with a few broken lamps hanging overhead, their yellowish light tinged with green.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a group of tattooed men, each clutching a bottle of liquor and a short stick, swept over in unison, their eyes fierce and filthy, revealing a ruthless ferocity reminiscent of someone who had been through the wringer.

Two thugs at the door immediately stepped in front of him, their chests embroidered with Iron Axe Gang tattoos, their arrogant tone practically overflowing:

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Do you think you can just wander into this place like that?"

Xu Feng didn't stop walking, his gaze calmly sweeping over them, his voice low, yet drowning out the surrounding noise:

"Pay back the money, go find the Iron Axe Gang."

"Give me back my money?" One of the henchmen sneered, sizing him up before his gaze finally settled on the candied apple in his hand, his face instantly darkening.

What are you holding in your hand?

Xu Feng said calmly:

"I've returned the things you hung up, and I've also settled the accounts."

As soon as he said this, a chorus of sneers and curses erupted around him, and several malicious gazes were fixed on him as if they wanted to devour him whole.

Before long, the crowd parted slightly.

A man with a face full of scars and arms thicker than an average person's legs walked out.

A hideous scar ran from his forehead to his chin, and his head was somewhat pointed. He was none other than Abaddon, a junior leader of the Iron Axe Gang.

He glanced at Xu Feng, then stared at the candied apple, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips:

"Give me my money back? Bringing this stuff here, are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

Xu Feng was too lazy to waste words:

"The principal is 10,000 Ghost Coins, and the interest will be calculated normally, up to a maximum of 110,000. I'm here today to settle the debt."

Abaddon laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, then abruptly turned serious, his eyes sharp and ruthless.

"Settle the debt? In my Iron Axe Gang's territory, I make the rules. You're too pretentious, kid. You don't seem like you're here to pay back the money; you seem like you're here to cause trouble."

He took out the IOU and looked at it:

"Let me see. Your name is Bill, right? You borrowed 10,000 Ghost Coins from our Iron Axe Gang a year ago."

He looked at the white frosting wriggling on the sugared apple, then stretched out a thick finger and pointed it sharply at Xu Feng:

"Principal of 10,000, interest of 190,000, totaling 200,000 ghost coins. Not a penny less, and you won't be leaving standing today."

As soon as he finished speaking, his henchmen immediately surrounded him, their hands on the axe handle and iron rod, exuding murderous intent.

Xu Feng's fingers tightened slightly as he held the sugared apple.

At that moment, Xu Feng's live stream room exploded.

Disconnected City and Account Thief Warrior (Chinese): "What the hell? Are you crazy?! 10,000 turned into 200,000? This is robbery!"

Wa's junior (Chinese): "This gang is so damn ruthless! Even loan sharks wouldn't dare lend money like this!"

Alice (the lighthouse): "I'm a Lighthouse person. Let me clarify, this is how the gangs around here lend money."

"Huh? Here, loan sharks only pay out 9 out of 13, how come you're so outrageous, paying out 1 out of 20, right?" (Hua, the author of "Warm Wine and Slaying Hua Xiong")

Qin Shi Huang (Hua): "You're not even going to revolt? No wonder Victoria selected you; the Anssa people are known for their gentleness!"

"If I had ruled over you Anssa people back then, my Great Qin might truly have lasted for thousands of generations!"

Sugar with Three Spoons (Hua): "The Iron Axe Gang has already found a way to die! If they mess with the Bloodthirsty Gentlemen, even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough to pay the price."

Darling, I'm alive (Hua) "Three seconds of silence for the Iron Axe Gang."

Spark (Hua): "Where's the Lighthouseman? Why isn't he saying anything? Does he not like to talk?"

Pasya Pancake (Part 3): "Hmph! My Indian warrior is still the best, conquering the VIP's taste with delicious Ganges cuisine!"

Sakura (Deep Well Ice): "Baka! How did a low-scoring character sneak into the 1000-point national war dungeon of my great Sakura Empire?"

Sakura's First Strike (Sakura): "This Kikujiro barely survived the first crisis, but he won't be able to get through the second or third?"

"His physical fitness is too low. The average Chosen One at this level has three to four points of physical fitness, but he only has two. I am really worried about the Great Sakura Empire's national war."

"The players that my great Sakura Empire is sending this time are all unknowns."

"Even if it were that guy Tsunamoto Hikawa, it would be fine! Why is there a low-scoring player with 200 points dragging us down?"

My younger sister's jade feet smell sweet and fragrant (Hua) "Interesting, is this Kikujiro's seventh day memorial?"

Abaddon (Unknown): Huh? What kind of lowly leader dares to share the same name as me, Abaddon, and even sport a scarred face that looks like mine?! Chaos War General is not someone a street scum like you can fool! Don't you even know if you're worthy!

Saintess (Unknown): The four Star Fury families, who have suffered countless defeats, when did they dare to bark and howl here? Even the War General who couldn't defeat Kadia has the nerve to complain about others being shameful?

Abadan (Unknown): "Saintess? Weren't you elbowed to death by my father back then? How come you're still online?"

Saintess (Unknown): "Do you think returning to the Golden Throne is just a slogan? I will return, but not now."

"As for you, lead your black legion that has suffered countless defeats and keep trying your luck."

Abaddon (Unknown): Hmph, once I complete the thirteenth Black Crusade, the first thing I'll do is nail your rotten wings to the entrance of the Eye of Fear!

Saintess (Unknown): "We'll see. After all, your defeat is the Empire's eternal laughing stock."

Abbadan (Unknown): "...Shut up! You holy light bitch!"

…………

Meanwhile, in the underground bar.

Abaddon was still grinning arrogantly, waiting for Xu Feng to submit, beg for mercy, and be at his mercy.

He completely failed to see that the last vestige of compassion for ordinary people in Xu Feng's eyes was slowly fading away.

Xu Feng sighed softly and said slowly:

"I originally intended to follow your rules, but since you don't, don't blame me for not following them either."