Justin agreed it was reasonable and conveyed it to Cole Ross, who was overjoyed that the ghosts would vacate, saving his investment. He would happily build them a new cemetery elsewhere!Though unable to hear the ghosts, he shouted into the air: "Rest assured, I pledge to treat your remains respectfully. Once excavated, they will be properly reinterred in a new location. Absolutely no desecration!""You all heard that, right? No need to worry, no mistakes will occur. Start packing up and be gone by tonight - we start work tomorrow! No hauntings!" Justin confirmed."Don't worry, we understand. We'll leave immediately," the scholar ghost acknowledged before departing with the mob.With the ghosts' departure, the ominous atmosphere instantly lifted, replaced by a warm breeziness, as if the air itself had risen several degrees. The long obscured sun miraculously broke through the clouds.The abnormal phenomenon signaled the spirits' complete withdrawal. Justin had intended to give them mo
His question gave them all pause. It was true they'd never budgeted for something so advanced and speculative. Estimating the price was no simple matter."To be transparent, our capital is limited presently. But your project seems tremendously promising commercially if achievable. Don't worry about money too much - I can figure something out," Viper assured.Justin just smiled and shook his head at Viper's words."Big brother, I must be blunt - whatever funds you gather will be but a drop in the bucket for this project, completely useless. By my estimates, each car following my designs fully will cost around $90 million USD, nearing $100 million. Can you afford that?"Justin's figure shocked them speechless. They'd imagined $5-6 million at most, not over ten times higher!The price was indeed astronomical. Even if achievable, few would buy at such absurd costs. "Of course, that's for a precise replica per my blueprints. The supersonic car has more than just speed - it incorporates ar
Daring not disobey, Justin scurried to satisfy them, traumatized by his "18 levels of hell" experience. If this was enjoyment with multiple women, it was torture!He desperately wanted to rip the System from his mind and subject it to this ordeal. Agonizing misery!Little did he know the System was secretly laughing at his plight from a mental corner, highly entertained.After meekly fulfilling their demands, the girls finally relaxed. Truthfully, they hadn't been angry at all - just conspired to prank Justin for fun. Mission accomplished, they were elated!But Justin dared not linger in this human purgatory. He fled to old Mr. Rice's for treatment and a game of chess. The old man thrashed him match after match, provoking frustration - was everything against him today for being too handsome?Justin lamented, "No, my looks are innate! How can heaven and man both rage so?"Fortunately, old Mr. Rice eventually released him and Justin fled the manor, rushing straight back to campus. His r
His friends immediately stirred, eager for some fun before the upcoming exams. Tensions had been building for days. This was the perfect chance to unleash all their pent-up frustration and boredom."Who's talking?" Thomas was interrupted mid-rant, fury rising at this challenge to his authority."Which punk dares interfere with the young master's business? Let me warn you, I'm from the Ferguson family, one of the top ten clans in Nova State. Walk away now if you know what's good for you, or you'll be lying on the ground soon," he yelled.Adam and the others hesitated for a moment upon hearing this. The Ferguson clan was indeed one of the most influential families in Nova State. Ordinary folks wouldn't dare cross them or their deadly trained fighters."What should we do, Justin?""What should we do? When have we ever been afraid of these spoiled rich kids? I knocked David Green flat on his back. Are we really going to be scared of this Thomas Ferguson punk from Nova State? Come on broth
"Oh, so it's you. What do you want calling me this late? Let me tell you, I'm busy right now. No time to chitchat with you. I have a meeting to attend. Speak up, what is it?"Hearing this, Thomas was taken aback instead. To his impression, Stephen Burns was just a flirtatious playboy who never cared for family business. Having a meeting now didn't seem right. Getting drunk and chasing girls sounded more like him."Sorry to disturb your fun, Stephen, but I really need your help with something serious here.""What is it? Tell me!""Oh, I'm at the food street in Nova City right now. There's a kebab stand here where I met an arrogant lunatic. He beat me up, and none of the men I brought could take him down.Left with no choice, I dropped your name, but who knew he would spout nonsense, claiming to be your godfather! I figured you should know about this, so I called. What do you say, will you come settle this?""What? Where did you say you were?" Stephen Burns' voice sharpened, clearly sho
Justin and Stephen Burns sat at a small table, the thugs and Thomas having been carried off - not far, just so they didn't obstruct the kebab stand's business.But the disruption had killed business for the day anyway. Still, Justin overheard Stephen Burns mention an interesting detail."Godfather, my father has handed the entire food street project to me. He said I must cooperate with you to transform this into the culinary mecca of Nova City.I've drawn up some plans and was about to discuss them with my company men before this moron called me over. Why don't you take a look first, Godfather, and see what you think of the proposal?"Justin waved it aside without glancing at the project plan. The Burns family was in seafood, but their company's food and beverage sector was formidable too. The young master knew far more than a dilettante spender like Justin did. Getting him to parse those complex proposals would be a waste and an insult.Heh heh, this is best - being an absentee owner
The other man, despite forcefully withstanding Justin's kick, had half his body numb and dragged his struck leg slightly. His stance made it clear he had stumbled back several steps.With just one exchange, their difference in skill was apparent. Still, this man had some ability to be able to block Justin's strike. Justin had used only half his power, yet this man had withstood it. He was clearly another martial arts expert. In fact, this man was named Liam Harrison, an Aikido inheritor. He ran a martial arts school in Nova State and was a prominent figure, a grandmaster level martial artist.But his cultivation was ultimately lacking compared to Justin's. He only understood physical martial arts and had not cultivated any Force. With or without Force marked a boundary in the martial world.To put it simply, one was just a shield while the other was a warrior with magic damage. They were on completely different levels. To be frank, this man was inferior even to Gregory who had injure
Justin put down the phone and returned to the table to chat about school with his brothers.Gavin Ferguson didn't believe for a second that this kid could bring down the business empire built up by generations of his family in ten minutes. But his confident words still worried Ferguson somewhat.He called his secretary to check on his company's situation and accounts. Finding nothing amiss, he was certain the boy was bluffing.So he grew even more arrogant. The brat was relying on Robert Burns' influence. Laughably, Robert Burns had even come to warn him. What a coward!Just wait. After dealing with this boy, he would go back and settle scores with Robert Burns, humiliating him thoroughly.And he would deal with his son too for daring to speak to him in that tone. The unfilial brat!But just five minutes later, his phone rang. It was his secretary calling."Mr. Ferguson, this is bad. Our outstanding 10% of shares seem to have been purchased by someone. And some shareholders sold their