89  Competition

Zhang Fan was looking forward to the scene of practicing this step, and was about to get up to say goodbye and go back to practice this martial arts.

But at this moment, a few rogue-like voices came from outside the yard: "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm back. Is there any food... Well, it smells so good. Does sister-in-law know that I'm coming back and specially welcome me?"

When Zhang Defa heard this voice, he frowned and sighed.

"This is my incompetent brother, Zhang Decai."

While talking, someone came to the door.

This man was in his forties, his hair was shaved and his head was as bright as a light bulb.

When you walk, you look like a slutty and a gangster.

However, Zhang Fan could see at a glance that although this person's steps were empty, he was definitely a person who had practiced while breathing.

And the level is not low, at least higher than your own level.

Ordinary practitioners can only judge other people's level by relying on their speed and strength during battle.

But Zhang Fan is different because he is a super warrior and was promoted by devouring blood cores.

So he can judge the opponent's level by relying on the opponent's blood core aura.

Of course, this is relative to those who are lower than him.

When he meets someone higher than his level, he can't see the other party's level...

Zhang Fan could not see the level of this person, which means that this person was at least a level 8 quasi-warrior.

When Zhang Decai saw Zhang Fan, he frowned: "Why are there any stranger?"

Zhang Defa said angrily: "My mother is seriously ill, but you are free and easy outside."

"Didn't I go out to raise money?"

Zhang Decai said while pouring water for himself.

"Where is the money?"

Zhang De asked coldly.

Zhang Decai drank a few sips of water and said, "Now people's hearts are not as good as ever, and there are not many good people. No one lends them to me at all."

Zhang De said coldly: "With your level 8 quasi-warrior's strength, it's not easy to make money? As a result, you gamble all day long and lose your own money. You owe a lot of debts and then disappear without a trace. Those creditors can't find you, so they come to me to ask for a debt. Most of my savings over the years have been paid back for you. Otherwise, how could you not even get the money for your mother's treatment?"

Zhang Decai smiled and didn't care at all: "It's natural for brother to pay the debt. Besides, my father left and my mother was paralyzed in bed again. As a brother, who would take care of me if you don't take care of me?"

Zhang Defa glared at Zhang Decai.

"This time I came back, I lost all the money, right? And I heard that I raised some money, I want it back again, right?"

"Hehe, brother, you still understand me. But this is the money for my mother to treat her illness. No matter how unscrupulous I am, I can't ask for it all. Just give me more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, enough for me to spend it."

After hearing this, Zhang Defa felt his chest tightness.

"Get out...get out..."

Zhang Decai smiled and said, "Get out, you have to get out, but it will not be too late to get out after you finish your meal."

As he said that, he was going to the kitchen.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, brother, isn't my father's notebook still there? As long as you sell it, not to mention hundreds of thousands, you can get it for millions, and you still have no money?"

"You don't want to have a laptop!"

Zhang Defa almost vomited blood again.

Zhang Decai smiled and said, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, but you don't have a single daughter. When you die, don't you have to leave the notebook for me? Then I will copy seven or eight hundred copies and sell them on the street to sell them, and instantly become a billionaire. Hehe, if you don't sell such treasures, I don't know if your brain is squeezed out."

"puff……"

Zhang Defa really vomited a mouthful of blood this time.

"Get out of here...ah cough cough..."

Zhang Defa coughed violently.

"Why are you still vomiting blood? You are not young anymore, why are you still so angry? If you get angry, then your property, or laptop will not be mine?"

Zhang Decai ran over and wiped Zhang Defa's blood with a rag while continuing to anger him.

"Ahem...get out... I won't give it to you even if I burned my laptop."

Zhang Defa roared in a low voice.

"Look at it, look, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhang Decai wanted to continue talking, but suddenly he saw the notebook in Zhang Fan's hand and suddenly glared at him.

"Brother, isn't this a notebook left by my father? You didn't even give it to me, but you actually gave it to an outsider. Are you fucking shit in your mind?"

As he said that, he went to grab it.

Zhang Fan quickly looked and handed, and put his notebook in his arms.

"Damn it, you dare to steal my things, and you are looking for death!"

Zhang Decai said, and punched Zhang Fan.

"Beast, stop me quickly, cough cough cough cough..."

Zhang Defa coughed and shouted.

Zhang Decai turned around and said, "Brother, are you crazy? How could you give this treasure to outsiders?"

Zhang Defa took a deep breath and barely suppressed his anger: "My father said before leaving that if he met someone who is destined to be, he could give it to him. It would be useless to keep it anyway. This little brother is destined to me, so why can't he give it to him?"

"he?"

Zhang Decai glanced at Zhang Fan disdainfully: "Is there a fate with him? Why don't you say you have a relationship with him? And my father said that even if you meet someone with fate, three conditions must be met before you can give it to him. Can he satisfy this guy?"

Zhang Fan looked confused when he heard this and looked at Zhang Defa.

Zhang Defa took a few breaths and couldn't speak for a while.

Mrs. Zhang heard the quarrel here and rushed over.

While comforting Zhang Defa, he explained to Zhang Fan: "Before my father-in-law left, he said that this notebook can be given to those who are destined to be. However, three conditions must be met: First, the level is at least level 5 quasi-warriors, because only level 5 quasi-warriors can practice sprinting; Second, the actual combat ability must be strong and must be able to surpass Defa; Third, the character must be good."

Zhang Decai nodded proudly: "My sister-in-law has a good memory. That's right, only by reaching these three points can you get my old man's notebook legitimately. You are not even all your hair, and at most you are only a level 2 or 3 quasi-warrior. Not to mention better than my elder brother. So, I'd rather stay there when I'm cool. I dare to covet my baby. If you believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!"

Zhang Defa's cough gradually subsided, he took a few breaths and said, "He doesn't remember my fault, which is also a kindness to our family. I will give it to my benefactor as long as I want, and it's not your turn to interrupt."

"A benefactor? It's not okay to benefactor. Do you want to violate the last words that our old man said? Do you want to be an unfilial son who is scolded?"

Zhang Decai said with a proud look on his face.

When Zhang Fan heard this, he cursed in his heart: This guy is so shameless. You have this kind of virtue, but you have the face to say that they are unfilial sons. How can people be so shameless?

However, it is undeniable that Zhang Decai's words just caught Zhang Defa's weakness.

Zhang Defa was filial to his parents all his life and was a famous filial son.

Now that I heard that I had violated my father's last words, my body trembled.

Then he looked at Zhang Fan pale and said, "Little brother, I'm afraid..."

Zhang Decai said proudly: "I'm afraid you don't have any chance. Get out of our house now and don't show up in the future. I will be beaten up again when I see you."
Chapter completed!