I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Mr. Zhang, once we pay the money, do you really have the confidence to ensure our safety?" Not only the psychics from other countries, but even Orevesky was shaken.

He used to be one of the three strongest psychics in the world, but times have changed, my friend. In the wreckage of this spaceship, he's just a little brother, and any robot could easily kill him!

"Of course," Zhang Menglong said. "We, Longxia, truly have a reputation. If we say we'll keep you alive, we definitely won't let you die!"

"You have that confidence?"

"Death comes with compensation!" Zhang Menglong shouted to someone behind him, "Little Lei, prepare the contract!"

"Okie dokie!" The young man known as Little Lei took out a thick stack of printed contracts from his backpack."

"He actually prepared the contracts?" This move directly left all the psychics present breathless. They were here risking their lives on an exploration, and here he was, not only coming to teach a class but also prepared to make a side income, having even drafted the contract.

You really don't do a single thing!

"Fine! I'm getting a card!" Orevesky gritted his teeth.

Although the country didn't have much money left, as top-tier psychics, they themselves were quite wealthy. It might be tough to cough up billions of US dollars, but a few hundred million wouldn't be a problem.

"Very well!" Watching the lively scene unfold, Zhang Menglong smiled broadly. "Everyone ready to pay, come and queue up behind me to make your payment!"

At that moment, the twenty or so robots swarming towards them began their assault, causing the psychics to hustle and seek refuge behind Zhang Menglong.

They had just witnessed firsthand how formidable these robots were—nearly impervious to damage and unaffected by fire and water, their attacks were akin to mere scraping.

Having seen Zhang Menglong effortlessly subdue these machines, they now felt that he was likely their only source of safety.

As for whether Zhang Menglong could actually protect them, it was a gamble. After all, if even Zhang Menglong couldn't handle these robots, none of them stood a chance of surviving. If everyone was going to die anyway, what use was money?

"Hahaha, seeing everyone's enthusiastic demand, I'll offer you another three percent discount!" Zhang Menglong yelled. "Now introducing group buying—two-person groups get 1% off, five-person groups get 5% off, and ten-person groups get 8% off. The larger the group, the bigger the discount, with the lowest at 20% off!"

"Mr. Zhang, there are seven of us from our country who want to join a group!"

"We have twelve people for group buying!"

"Mr. Zhang, can we combine people from our two countries for group buying?"

....

"Chief Instructor, what do we do?" Apart from the members of the Supernaturals Alliance, nearly everyone had already chosen to compromise with Zhang Menglong.

"What, you also want to seek refuge with the Huaxia people?" Otto glared at his companion.

The headquarters of the Supernaturals Alliance was destroyed, hundreds of powerful psychics died, and the direct and indirect economic losses already exceeded several trillion US dollars!

Moreover, the economic sanctions imposed by Zhang Menglong recently caused the US dollar to plummet drastically, regressing the economy to its state five years ago.

Their hatred for Zhang Menglong in the Supernaturals Alliance had reached a death knell level.

Now to bow their heads to Zhang Menglong and even pay him for protection? That would be a joke to others!

The little prestige the Supernaturals Alliance had managed to reestablish in the Second World would evaporate if they did this. Whenever someone mentioned the Supernaturals Alliance, people would point and say, "Aren't those the fools who got their headquarters destroyed and still paid for protection?"

"We're all divine-level psychics; even if we can't beat these metal monsters, don't we have the ability to protect ourselves?" Otto challenged. "If any of you compromise with that damn Huaxia man, I'll be the first to kill him myself!"

Upon hearing this, no one dared to bring it up again.

"Mr. Otto, do you need it?" Zhang Menglong called out. "There's no more room for group buying now, but I can offer you all a unified 10% discount just for you!"

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your kindness, but I think we still have the ability to protect ourselves, no need to bother you!"

"Ah!" Zhang Menglong shook his head. "Not heeding the wise leads to misfortune right in front of you!"

"Here they come, prepare for battle!" The members of the Supernaturals Alliance immediately readied themselves for combat.

A single robot could wreak havoc among these hundreds of god-level psychics, let alone these twenty-plus robots, which were extremely intimidating.

"Bruce, use gravity waves to restrict their movements!" Otto commanded, "Lynas, use your ice supernatural abilities to freeze their joints, everyone else charge forward!"

"Yes!"

The psychic named Bruce immediately deployed his gravity supernatural abilities, tripling the gravity in the area before him in an instant.

The robots were already heavy, and under the effect of tripled gravity, their speed visibly slowed down.

"Oh, class, the manual says there's a very interesting thing about these robots; every 10 of them can combine during battle mode, and after combining, all of their capabilities can be increased by more than three times!"

"What?" Otto, who had been focused on preparing for battle, suddenly heard this despair-inducing news.

Sure enough, the mechanisms on those twenty-plus robots started to change, and they, like separate pieces of machinery, astonishingly began transforming into two four-legged mechanical behemoths like Decepticons!

The threefold increase in capabilities suddenly reduced the impact of the gravity domain to the minimum limit.

The psychics immediately scrambled to evade, but with a threefold increase in speed, they were already beyond the limit of their vision, and in an instant, one of the psychics was torn in half by the mechanical monster's sharp claws.

Subsequently, the two mechanical behemoths, like predators in a realm without resistance, killed six out of the eight psychics in just a few seconds! Only Bruce and Otto were still struggling to defend themselves.

These ultra-god-level psychics, created by the Supernaturals Alliance with immense effort and resources, nobody anticipated that this damned alien civilization's spaceship would be so terrifying!

"Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang! I'm willing to pay, I'll just open an account, I want to open an account!" the psychic named Bruce shouted.

He continually maneuvered using his gravity supernatural abilities, but it was consuming a great amount of energy, and he was nearing his limit.

"Had you spoken up earlier, wouldn't we have lost fewer people?" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself.

He burst forward with incredible speed, positioning himself in front of Bruce. He extended one hand and directly caught the metallic claw that could tear apart a super-god-level psychic's body.

The monstrous strength in the grip of Zhang Menglong's hand was almost incapable of making any movement, and the machinery made screeching noises, still unable to break free from his grasp.

Seeing the mechanical monster subdued, Bruce tumbled and scrambled back into the crowd.

Xu Bingyu approached with a smile, "Mr. Bruce, 10 billion US dollars, how would you like to proceed with the payment?"

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"Damn it!" At that moment, Otto, facing another mechanical monster, was under severe pressure, and there was even a bone-deep wound on his chest, from which blood continuously flowed.

"Mr. Otto, if you don't open an account, we'll just have to start!" Zhang Menglong replicated his earlier action, directly hacking this subdued robot, making this mechanical beast his new toy.

At that moment, the deadly claws once again lunged toward Otto, whose hand gripping the broken axe was dripping with blood, and he loosened his grip, allowing the half of the axe to fly out.

Seeing that the next attack would shred him just like the others...

"I'll open an account!"

"Hehe!" Zhang Menglong grinned, and in the nick of time, kicked the mechanical monster away,

"Ah!" Otto screamed as, although his life was saved, one of his arms was still torn off.

"Mr. Otto, time to pay up!"

"You... didn't you say you could keep us safe?" Otto, clutching his severed arm, glared fiercely at Zhang Menglong.

"Yes, but I promised to keep you alive, not intact! You're not dead, are you? You were the one who waited so long to open an account and lost an arm. How is that my fault?"