"Three billion, eight hundred and ninety million."
Teacher Zhou Yang suddenly said.
Chen Fan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Yang replied, "The robots you just damaged will cost at least three billion, eight hundred and ninety million to repair."
"..." Chen Fan was petrified.
Everyone else was also dumbfounded.
Is this really Demon City's First Martial Arts University?
It's more like a bandit's hideout!
Chen Fan stared into Zhou Yang's eyes and said, "You brought me here, saying you'd give me special training, then activated these robots to fight with me, and now I have to pay three billion, eight hundred and ninety million?"
"If you want money, I don't have it. If you want my life, that's another matter!"
Zhang Chen, Little Fatty, and the others were all completely dumbstruck.
The few teachers in front of them were all above the Sixth-Rank Realm.
How could Chen Fan dare to speak to his teachers like this?
Isn't he afraid of being smacked flat by a slap?
