Yang Feng suddenly became engrossed, blinking rapidly as he murmured, "So there's a lottery type too."
The system continued, "Scrolls can be obtained upon completing tasks. In other words, the system will set tasks according to the host's situation. The higher the difficulty of the task, the greater the reward will be."
Yang Feng suddenly understood completely. It turned out that he could only obtain the scroll by completing the task. The scroll could then be used to activate expertise in various industries, and it could also be used to exchange for lottery scrolls. He had thought that he could get it just by talking casually.
It seems there really is no such thing as a free lunch...
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The next morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the window.
Yang Feng opened his eyes and got out of bed. He found that his strength had become terrifyingly powerful. When he saw the black hole in the wall, he was overjoyed. He hadn't expected that everything that happened yesterday was real.
Yang Feng suppressed his joy and began brushing his teeth, washing his face and hair. He went to the small living room, where his sister Yang Lianqing had left him breakfast on the table: a cup of soy milk and fried dough sticks, costing less than three yuan.
The two siblings never spend more than eight yuan on breakfast every day.
Yang Lianqing naturally carried her schoolbag to school. She would stay in the classroom to study early every morning, spending more time than the average person. Otherwise, how could she become a top student?
After having breakfast, Yang Feng walked with light steps to the school gate, feeling slightly excited. He had obtained the Full-Time System and wondered what would happen next.
Just then, a dozen or so thugs walked over from not far away. The leader was none other than the rich young master he had beaten up a few days ago, named Chen Xu.
His face appeared pale and bloodless, clearly the face of a rich young master whose life had been drained by wine and women.
Behind him, a dozen or so thugs, with squinting eyes and raised eyebrows, swayed their shoulders and slowly followed with their hands in their pockets.
Yang Feng's heart tightened. This rich young master was very powerful. It was said that he had done many bad things in the past, but his father had suppressed them all. After all, power and influence can crush people.
"Ding-dong—Received a live mission. Profession: Destroy these low-level extras within one minute. Mission reward: One lottery scroll. Mission failure: The system will unleash 100,000 volts to cripple the host."
Yang Feng was taken aback and said blankly, "System, what kind of mission is this? I have to take care of them within a minute or I'll be crippled? You can't do this to me."
However, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
Time remaining: 58 seconds
"Damn it—" Yang Feng's lips twitched violently. He looked at the dozen or so thugs walking over, clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles cracked. Now that he had the strength of a mercenary, why would he be afraid of them?
"Kid, you mean that guy from a few days ago..."
Before Chen Xu could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his face and collapsed onto the cold ground.
Yang Feng had no choice. If he kept talking nonsense like this, he would become disabled. So he quickly went up and slapped him.
"Go get him! Kill this kid!" Chen Xu shouted, his eyes filled with malice as he stared at Yang Feng.
The students around didn't dare to breathe and only felt safe after running into the school. For ordinary students, these young people from outside the school were quite intimidating.
Just as Yang Feng was about to make a move, a fragrance of orchids wafted over him, and a woman with a ponytail swayed as she approached him, scolding him:
"What do you want to do? I'm telling you, this is the school gate, don't mess around, or else..." Han Shilan shouted in a sweet voice, but she stopped abruptly at the end.
Yang Feng felt a warmth in his heart when he saw his deskmate, who had been with him for over a year, standing in front of him. However, he didn't need a woman standing in front of him yet.
"How about this, little sister?" the leader of the group of blond-haired thugs said with a lewd grin.
Han Shilan watched them approach and began to feel afraid. She was just a girl, and she was terrified to face so many thugs. However, she saw that these people were clearly going to attack Yang Feng, so she stood up and spoke up. After all, this was the school gate, and they shouldn't dare to do anything reckless, but they were coming up here anyway.
At this moment, Yang Feng pulled Han Shilan behind him and moved.
He raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
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Chapter 315 The Master in the North VIP Room!
At this moment, all the wealthy businessmen around were watching this scene with great interest, as if they were watching a play.
The four VIP rooms upstairs are for extremely distinguished guests. Two of them are for top-tier guests from the United States, one is for royalty from Japan, and the last one is for Chinese guests.
In a VIP room in the United States, there were young men from high-ranking American families, some composed and dignified, others unrestrained yet with a touch of gentleness.
They were naturally accompanied by beautiful and charming tour guides who provided close protection.
Naturally, they were also drawn to the argument below, and almost all of them couldn't help but show a hint of contempt.
James Die, the young master of the James family!
It's common knowledge among high-ranking officials in the US that he has a playboy personality, is extremely lecherous, and has spent money on many American female celebrities.
"Oh ho, it's that spoiled brat James again. How interesting. Which woman is he planning to seduce today? Could it be that young Chinese man's personal tour guide? If that young Chinese man knows what's good for him, he won't be in trouble. But if he doesn't..."
"Hey, you know what, every one of us on this giant ship is someone with influence. Maybe this young Chinese man has a lot of power behind him."
"Heh, are you trying to say that there are families in China whose power can rival that of the sixth largest family in the United States—the James family?"
Looking down from the glass curtain wall on the second floor, these wealthy young men from the United States were all discussing among themselves.
They watched as the young Chinese man sat calmly and composed in his chair, seemingly unwilling to move. It appeared he had given up.
Sometimes admitting defeat isn't an unwise choice, at least you won't suffer heavy losses.
In the VIP room of Huaxia, a woman in her forties sat in an elegant chair, her deep, bright eyes looking down at the scene below. Her brows furrowed, and she spoke:
"Who is this American who dares to bully our people? Xiao Hu, take your men down there and help this young Chinese man take care of that American!"