C19 Pocket Money

Zhang Xiaomao's heart was in turmoil. It was easy for him to take care of some hoodlums, but the shock he received was not much and he had not received a system notification. What the hell was he playing at?

But when he thought about how this was related to his work, Zhang Xiaomao decided to take care of them for the old maid. Otherwise, he would lose his job. Although the system was the strongest, it could not make money for him.

"Alas, it seems that I'm still the one who is full of food and clothing..." Zhang Xiaomao sighed as he walked towards the red furred fur.

"Brat, what are you muttering about?"

"You have quite the guts. That big-breasted girl asked you to come and help her, so you decided to help her. It seems that you still have some guts, but your brain is not working!"

The red hair guy and the others laughed loudly. But the next second, the red hair guy and them couldn't laugh anymore because a figure flew past them.

That's right, it is not falling back nor running. It must be using the word flying because he was sent flying!

"Got 10 shock points..."

When the system notification rang out, Zhang Xiaomao was stunned for a moment before asking, "Why is it 10 o'clock this time?" Before, it was a little bit slow.

"Because the shock you've given them is beyond what they can imagine. Sending someone flying is something that's usually done in an imaginary world, and once what you've done is beyond what they can handle, then it can be strengthened!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier? F * ck, then wouldn't it mean that you have a direction to fight for in the future?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaomao felt very refreshed in his heart. Before, he had been accumulating it bit by bit. At first, he was very surprised, but now, there was not much surprise left.

The other conditions of the system required a tremendous amount of shock points. One million points were required to unlock all the attributes, then it would be tens of billions, tens of billions, or even tens of billions of people. How many people would there be on Earth who would be able to send their messages to Africa and the North and South Pole?

Therefore, these ten points of shock could be said to be giving Zhang Xiaomao a stimulant. He walked towards the red hair with his excited eyes wide open.

"You... Don't come any closer. Don't come any closer..."

"Brother Hong, don't be afraid. It must have been an illusion just now. We still have four people. It won't be a problem for me to beat him up!"

"If there is no problem, then why don't you go up and push me?"

"I just feel that you are the strongest fighter in our club, Brother Hong. That's why... Ah, don't push me!"

The red-haired guy did not dare to kick him anymore, so he directly pushed the blondie who was talking nonsense over to him.

The yellow-haired guy was scared out of his wits as well. No matter what, he was still going to die. He picked up the steel pipe in his hand and slashed it down on Zhang Xiaomao's head. Zhang Xiaomao revealed a contemptuous smile and placed his right arm in front of him.

"Crash..."

The sound that came was not the sound of Zhang Xiaomao's head being split open, but the crisp sound of the steel pipe bending.

The steel pipe with a diameter of three centimeters was forcibly bent. The yellow-haired man was not shocked, but frightened. He stood in front of Zhang Xiaomao in a daze, not daring to blink. He stood there with his mouth wide open, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Xiaomao wanted to throw him aside, but then he realized that they were inside the teahouse. If he destroyed anything here, not only would he not be able to pay for his work, but he would probably have to accompany him as well.

Thinking up to this point, Zhang Xiaomao lifted the yellow-haired guy up with one hand and threw a heavy punch at his stomach. The yellow-haired guy only felt his stomach cramping and pain, and he knelt on the ground. Other than his breathing and trembling body, the yellow-haired guy was no different from dead.

"Alright, it's your turn. Should I do it or should I surrender?" Zhang Xiaomao twisted his wrist a few times and let out a crisp cracking sound.

The red-haired man and the others were completely scared out of their wits. All of them knelt down on the ground and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Grandfather, we were blind to not recognize Mt. Tai. We didn't know that this teahouse was under your protection!"

"We know we were wrong. We definitely won't dare to come again next time!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. We will definitely not come anymore. We really do not dare to ..."

"We've received a collective shock value of 10 points..."

"We received a collective shock value of 50 points..."

After Zhang Xiaomao heard the system's notification, he was also in a daze. What was going on with this collective shock?

"When a group of people witness something that exceeds their tolerance level, there will be a possibility of a collective shock value being produced!"

Before Zhang Xiaomao could even ask, the system answered.

"Then, why didn't what I did at school earlier cause a reaction..." Just as Zhang Xiaomao was about to ask the question, his 6 points of intelligence immediately told him the reason. In other words, although what he did in the school could cause shock, it was still within the acceptable range of the public and could not surpass their thoughts. Today, in order to establish his prestige, he had almost used his full strength. No wonder it was like this.

It seemed that in the future, he would have to make a lot of people lose their minds. At first, Zhang Xiaomao was still worried about the shock value, but now, he was standing on a shortcut.

"It's not impossible for me to let you guys go. It's not easy for me to find a part-time job here. What should I do when I see you guys here to destroy it?" Zhang Xiaomao said with a smile that was not a smile. He made a gesture of counting the money in his hand.

The red hair was too familiar with this gesture. Wasn't this a gesture that he often made when collecting protection fees? He immediately understood and took out all the money in his pocket.

"This is three thousand yuan. Please accept it..." The red-haired man handed over a stack of money to Zhang Xiaomao with trembling hands.

Zhang Xiaomao's eyes widened when he saw three thousand yuan. This was his father's salary for the month, but he absolutely could not show any shock on his face. Wouldn't he have to pay for the shock?

"Three thousand yuan? Was he trying to get rid of a beggar? Who was the one who asked for five thousand yuan just now? You guys only charge three thousand yuan per household? Who was he trying to fool? Do you want to die?" Zhang Xiaomao directly shattered a piece of the floor tile next to him with a kick.

The redhead swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took out all the money he had on him, and a few of the hoodlums next to him also pooled together their money. Finally, the red-haired guy put all the money down on the table: "Master Mao, this is eight thousand dollars, please accept it, it's really not easy to do business now."

"Why is it so little?" When Zhang Xiaomao saw so much money, his heart was filled with joy, but he did not relax on his lips.

The red-haired man said in a sullen voice, "Master Mao, there is not much money left in the shop right now, so it is not good for us to go too far. If you want five thousand, isn't it just to give you a chance to bargain? Besides, we have never done anything immoral. At most, we just did it for money! "

Hearing what the red-haired man said, Zhang Xiaomao roughly understood the situation the red-haired man was in and waved his hand: "I don't care what you did in the past, as long as you don't come to this teahouse to look for trouble in the future. Otherwise, I will beat you up every time I see you!"

"Thank you, Master Mao..."

The red-haired man and the other hoodlums hurriedly thanked Zhang Xiaomao and immediately ran away.