Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 651: It’s Easy to Invite the Gods but Difficult to Send Them Away

Chapter 651: Chapter 651: It’s Easy to Invite the Gods but Difficult to Send Them Away

Seeing Fang Bai’s prowess in gambling, Robertson developed an interest in recruiting him. His plan was that if Fang Bai accepted his overtures, the incident where the Dragon Maiden injured Hattori Shin’yu would be completely written off.

However, if Fang Bai refused his recruitment and was also unwilling to return the money he had won, then they would make sure he left horizontally after having walked in vertically.

It wasn’t until Fang Bai and his group stood before him that he realized he had done something foolish.

Robertson had never imagined that the strength of Fang Bai and his companions would be so formidable, able to ignore his own oppressive presence, indicating that their power was at least on par with his own.

Such opponents, he wouldn’t fear if it were one or two, but the thought of more than ten chilled him to the bone.

A dozen Earth Level Martial Artists—not only were they too much for Robertson’s forces to handle, but even a global meta-human organization like the "Statue of Liberty" would have to exert all their effort to contend with them, right?

Watching Fang Bai and the others, their faces smirking, Robertson felt bitter inside, as if he had tried to steal a chicken only to lose his rice instead.

That damn Hattori Shin’yu, what kind of trouble has he brought upon me?

Recalling the recent news from the "Statue of Liberty," that the once-in-five-years "World Meta-Human Organizations Grand Prix" was about to be held in the coming days, Robertson’s heart skipped a beat. He pondered a terrifying possibility.

Could these dozen or so people from Huaxia, each with their incredible strength, be members of Huaxia’s mysterious "Dragon Guard"?

If that were the case, then he had made a huge blunder!

Summoning a god is easy, but sending one away is hard.

To many, the "Dragon Guard" was tantamount to a deity. Provoking this deity would be unimaginable, leading to a global manhunt by its members.

Although Robertson had his own forces, he knew he didn’t have the capacity to contend with a global meta-human organization like "Dragon Guard."

With these thoughts, Robertson felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and a cold sweat broke out over his body.

As Robertson’s mind raced with thoughts, Long Da, Long Er, and the others casually surveyed the palatial luxury of the hall, adorned in many places with gold and jade, breathtakingly valuable. They couldn’t help but click their tongues in admiration.

"To our friends from Huaxia, it is a pleasure to meet you... Sit! Please, take a seat!"

With a beaming smile on his face, Robertson stood up and warmly invited Fang Bai and his companions to sit down, his expression and demeanor drastically different from when they first entered.

Except for Yang Xudong, no one expected him to speak Mandarin so fluently. If one only heard his voice and not saw the man, one might think he was an authentic Huaxian.

In Yang Xu’s memory, Robertson was an arrogant and haughty figure, a ruthless person who could kill without blinking. Seeing his radiant smile now, Yang Xu couldn’t help but be somewhat stunned, wondering if this was the so-called smiling face with a hidden dagger?

After the laughter, the knife would be revealed, right?

Long Da, Long Er, and the others did not sit because Instructor Fang was there, and it wasn’t their place to sit without his permission.

Seeing the swift and drastic change in Robertson’s attitude, filled with a mix of panic, fear, and humility, Fang Bai realized he might have guessed the identities of his group. He silently praised the man for being smart.

"Mr. Robertson, weren’t you going to treat us to coffee? Why don’t I see any coffee in front of me?"

Fang Bai settled comfortably on the sofa in front of Robertson and asked with a smile.

Robertson was taken aback, and then said, "Coffee... It will be here right away..."

As he said this, he stood up, seemingly about to personally make coffee.

"No need!"

Fang Bai waved his hand, saying, "Mr. Robertson, forget the coffee, I can’t get used to that stuff. Let’s discuss the matter at hand!"

"The matter at hand?"

Robertson was taken aback, then realized what was going on, and said earnestly, "That bastard Hattori Shin’yu, to actually dare to mess with you all, he really doesn’t know a mountain when he sees one! I’ll have him thrown into the desert to feed the eagles!"

Fang Bai said, "I don’t care about the life and death of those Japanese, what I want to know is, why were we repeatedly refused accommodation at the hotel? And how do you plan to handle Brother Yang’s matter? Also, who was it that injured Brother Yang in the first place?"

Robertson, being a clever man to have gotten to where he was today, instantly knew these people had come to seek justice for Yang Xudong.

Of course, having ordered all the major hotels not to accommodate them had also contributed to their displeasure.

Hearing Fang Bai refer to Yang Xudong as "Brother Yang," it was clear their relationship was close. Thinking back on what he had done to Yang Xudong, Robertson’s cold sweat flowed even more profusely.

The injury to Yang Xudong hadn’t been caused by his own people, but his fall to such a pitiful state wasn’t unrelated to him.

"You can return to the hotel anytime now, the same one you stayed in before, and everything will be free of charge for the duration of your stay! Regarding Mr. Yang’s matter, I was wrong... I will make a reasonable compensation to make up for my mistake!"

Robertson didn’t deny any blame because he knew it would be futile, promptly admitting his mistake and writing a check for one hundred million US dollars on the spot. He placed it on the coffee table in front of him and slowly pushed it toward Fang Bai.

"One hundred million?"

Fang Bai picked up the check, glanced at it, and with a snort of disdain, flicked his wrist lightly, turning the check to shreds.

"This... You think it’s too little?"

Robertson’s mouth twitched, pulling out one hundred million US dollars as compensation had already been painful for him, yet the young man in front of him was still unsatisfied.

Fang Bai huffed, saying coldly, "Brother Yang was almost tortured to death by you, do you think his life is only worth one hundred million US dollars?"

Robertson gritted his teeth and wrote another check, this time increasing the amount to three hundred million US dollars. He thought this should be enough, it was the annual income of all his businesses.

Unexpectedly, Fang Bai took the check in his hand, looked at it, and once again shattered it.

"How much do you think is a fair compensation?"

Robertson asked somewhat irritably, yet forcing a smile.

Fang Bai said, "One billion US dollars, not a cent less!"

"One billion? That’s impossible!"

Robertson gasped, nearly jumping off the sofa.

He had anticipated Fang Bai would make an exorbitant demand, but he hadn’t expected it to be one billion US dollars.

One billion US dollars equaled several years of his total income. Giving it to Yang Xudong was the equivalent of working for Yang Xudong for those years, a proposition more painful for him than cutting a piece of flesh from his body.

"If you’re not giving, fine... Whatever injury Brother Yang suffered, I’ll make sure you taste the same!"

Fang Bai stared at Robertson’s legs, smiling ominously.

To increase the intimidation of his words, Fang Bai lightly slapped the marble coffee table with his right palm. The strong and solid marble coffee table collapsed with a bang, turning into a pile of rubble.

(PS: Sorry for the late update! I should be updating every afternoon or evening from now. Unless something special comes up, there will probably be about 4 Chapters daily. Thank you for your support! And if you could, please drop a recommendation ticket!)