146: Chapter 146 Stocking Up! Rush to the brink of collapse at Beijing Martial Arts University!

Magic City Ability University.

Logistics and Equipment Department.

This is the place with the richest resources in the entire school.

Usually, only senior students performing high-level missions are qualified to enter.

Lin Fan took the premium gold card given by Luo Sha and kicked open the door to the Director of Logistics' office.

The chubby Director of Logistics, Fatty Wang, was so startled that he almost dropped his thermos.

"Oh my little ancestor!"

"Are you trying to demolish the building again?"

Seeing it was Lin Fan, the fat on Fatty Wang's face immediately formed an extremely sycophantic smile.

Lin Fan was now a living ancestor in the school.

Even the principal had to go along with him.

Who would dare to provoke him?

Lin Fan strode to the desk and slapped the gold card on it.

"Director Wang."

"Big business is here."

"The principal specially approved the budget."

"Customize a batch of equipment for me."

"I need it by tomorrow morning."

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out his notebook.

"Young Master Lin, please speak."

"Do you need top-tier Defense inner armor?"

"Or high-level offensive weapons?"

"We just received a batch of Purple-Gold grade equipment in our warehouse."

Lin Fan waved his hand with extreme disdain.

"I don't want that junk."

"I need you to rush the production of the following items for me."

"First."

"Make me a super large banner, ten meters long and five meters wide."

"The background color must be the most glaring red."

"The characters must be in reflective nouveau riche gold."

"Write on it: Beat the Beijing Martial Arts University nursing home, kick the Northern kindergarten! Everyone here is trash!"

Fatty Wang's hand shook, and the tip of his pen tore the paper.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Young Master Lin."

"If this banner is hung out."

"You will be beaten to death by the people of Beijing Martial Arts University."

Lin Fan slapped the table.

"Nonsense!"

"If I don't get beaten to death by them."

"How can I become stronger?"

"Do as I say!"

"Second."

"Prepare one hundred portable high-power loudspeakers for me."

"Record a single looping phrase on all of them."

"Just one sentence: Come and hit me, you idiots, didn't you eat?"

"Third."

"Design ten sets of team uniforms for me."

"The color must be that fluorescent green that makes people want to beat you up at first sight."

"Print 'Seeking Death' on the chest."

"Print 'Come over here' on the back."

"The thinner the fabric, the better."

"Preferably that kind of street stall junk with no Defense."

Fatty Wang was stunned.

Is this really for participating in the National League?

This is basically a terrorist going to attract hatred from the whole city!

But he didn't dare to refute it and could only bite the bullet and write it all down.

"No problem, Young Master Lin."

"I guarantee delivery on time tomorrow morning!"

Early the next morning.

On the dedicated tarmac of Modu Martial Arts University.

A luxurious, super-large transport plane had been waiting for a long time.

Lin Fan, wearing that extremely eye-catching fluorescent green "Seeking Death" uniform, with a lollipop in his mouth, walked onto the plane swaggeringly.

Following behind him were Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan, who were also forced to change into the fluorescent green team uniforms, as well as Lei Hu and a few unlucky guys from Class S who were forcibly dragged along to make up the numbers.

Xia Wanqiu pulled at the hem of her clothes with a blushing face.

This outfit was too tight, completely exposing her full curves.

Murong Yan, on the other hand, had a dark face.

She, a dignified senior, was actually dressed like a green-haired turtle.

It was simply a huge humiliation.

If it weren't for Lin Fan's promise to let her be the first to attack people when they reached Beijing, she would definitely have torn this clothes to shreds and stuffed them into Lin Fan's mouth.

Four hours later.

The transport plane landed smoothly at the internal airport of Beijing Martial Arts University.

As the number one university in the country, the home field of Beijing Martial Arts University was extremely grand.

The tarmac was full of various luxurious aircraft.

All of them were participating teams from all over the country.

According to past practice, the organizer should arrange for someone to receive them and arrange luxury buses for transport.

But after Lin Fan and the others got off the plane, they stood in the cold wind for ten whole minutes.

They didn't even see a ghost.

Lei Hu clenched his fists.

He smashed the railing beside him angrily.

"Too much deception!"

"They are definitely doing this on purpose!"

"This is giving our Modu Martial Arts University a slap in the face!"

Lin Fan was not angry at all.

Instead, he laughed extremely excitedly.

He snapped his fingers.

"Brothers."

"Since the host won't come out to greet us."

"Then we'll make some noise ourselves."

"Show me everything!"

Lin Fan took out the dozen or so large loudspeakers from his storage ring.

He pressed the one-touch start switch.

Instantly, the deafening magic sound exploded over the entire tarmac.

"Come and hit me, you idiots! Didn't you eat?"

"Come and hit me, you idiots! Didn't you eat?"

Accompanied by extremely brainwashing kitschy DJ background music, the sound had great penetrating power and went straight to the main teaching building of Beijing Martial Arts University several kilometers away.

Immediately after, Lin Fan pulled out the ten-meter-long banner and tied it directly to the wings of the two planes.

The red background and gold characters shone in the sun.

[Beat the Beijing Martial Arts University nursing home, kick the Northern kindergarten! Everyone here is trash!]

After this set of combo punches, the other university teams who were getting off the planes were all scared silly.

Are these people dressed like green caterpillars crazy?

Running to the territory of Beijing Martial Arts University to smash the place?

Are they tired of living?

Just then, a team of Beijing Martial Arts University inspectors in black uniforms rushed over aggressively.

The leader was a level four peak grandmaster.

He pointed at Lin Fan with a livid face.

"Turn off the speakers!"

"Take down the banner!"

"Which backwater school are you bumpkins from!"

"This is Beijing Martial Arts University!"

"It's not a place for you to run wild!"

Lin Fan spat the lollipop on the ground.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked to the leader of the inspection team extremely arrogantly.

The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters.

Lin Fan looked down at him.

"Your daddy here is the captain of Modu Martial Arts University."

"Lin Fan."

"What?"

"Don't like me?"

"Then hit me!"

Lin Fan stuck his face out directly and even patted his own cheek with his hand.

"Hit here."

"Use more strength."

"If you dare not hit me today."

"You are my grandson!"

The inspection team leader was trembling with anger.

His right hand instantly condensed a group of extremely violent lightning.

Just as he was about to smash his fist into Lin Fan's face, on the top floor of the main teaching building in the distance, Vice Principal Yan Zhen stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He stared fixedly at Lin Fan on the tarmac.

His eyes were extremely gloomy.

Behind Yan Zhen stood a person completely shrouded in a black robe.

The Black-robed figure was playing with an extremely sharp dagger in his hand.

On the blade of the dagger, a layer of dark purple viscous liquid was smeared, emitting a nauseating stench.

Yan Zhen snorted coldly.

"Let him make trouble."

"Let him be arrogant."

"The higher he climbs."

"The worse he will fall."

He turned to look at the Black-robed figure.

"Tomorrow's group stage."

"I want to see him on the ring."

"Turn into a puddle of foul-smelling pus!"

The Black-robed figure let out an extremely hoarse sneer.

"Don't worry, Vice Principal Yan."

"This [Armor-Piercing Bone-Eating Liquid]."

"As long as it scratches his skin a little."

"Even the Great Luo Immortal cannot save him."

At this moment, Lin Fan on the tarmac seemed to sense something.

He suddenly raised his head.

His gaze looked accurately at the direction of the top floor of the main teaching building.

Lin Fan's mouth curled into an extremely perverted smile.

He shouted crazily in his heart.

"Where is the poison!"

"Hurry up and serve the poison!"

"I can't wait to taste it!"

Just then, the inspection team leader looked at Lin Fan's extremely punchable face, and his reason completely collapsed.

"Go to hell, you hick!"

A thunderous blow with the full force of a level four peak grandmaster smashed heavily on Lin Fan's right cheek.

Bang!

A huge air wave exploded on the tarmac.

The surrounding students retreated and covered their ears.

The light of the lightning instantly swallowed Lin Fan's head.

The inspection team leader's mouth curled into a cruel sneer.

This punch of his could even penetrate a steel plate.

This kid would definitely lose a layer of skin even if he didn't die.

But the next second, his sneer froze on his face.

An extremely terrifying rebounding force rolled back along his arm.

Accompanied by 300% real damage.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone breaking resounded throughout the audience.

The inspection team leader's right arm was twisted directly into an extremely bizarre twisted shape.

The whole person flew backward uncontrollably for more than ten meters.

He smashed heavily on the landing gear of a luxury aircraft.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

He passed out on the spot.

The lightning light dissipated.

Lin Fan stood in place, motionless.

He didn't even mess up his hairstyle.

Lin Fan stretched out his little finger to pick his ear.

He sighed with extreme disgust.

"Didn't you eat?"

"This bit of strength isn't even enough to scratch my itch."

He turned to look at the remaining few inspection team members.

He opened his arms.

"Come, come, come."

"You guys come together."

"Today, whoever can make me take half a step back."

"I'll give him an extra million!"

The remaining inspection team members were pale with fright.

The captain was a level four peak!

He punched and ruined himself?

What kind of monster is this!

No one dared to step forward.

Everyone was trembling there.

Seeing no one moving, Lin Fan immediately covered his chest and rolled on the ground.

He made an extremely exaggerated scream.

"Oh, damn!"

"Someone hit me!"

"The inspection team of Beijing Martial Arts University beat a participant!"

"I broke eighty ribs!"

"My internal organs are hemorrhaging!"

"I won't get up today without fifty million in mental damages!"

The audience was silent.

Everyone looked at Lin Fan, who was making a scene on the ground, like he was an idiot.

Brother, can you be professional in your acting?

You didn't even break a layer of skin.

Are you pretending to be seriously injured here?

Lei Hu covered his face beside him.

He wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into now.

It was too embarrassing.

The face of Modu Martial Arts University had been completely lost by this guy.

Xia Wanqiu ran over quickly.

She was wearing that fluorescent green tight team uniform today.

The fabric was extremely thin.

With her bending movement, the two huge snow-white masses on her chest were ready to come out.

The tight fabric outlined an extremely hot arc.

Xia Wanqiu squatted beside Lin Fan.

A healing light shone in her hand.

She shouted in extreme cooperation.

"Oh my god!"

"Brother Fan is too badly hurt!"

"This must be compensated!"

"Medical expenses, nutritional expenses, and lost wages add up to at least one hundred million!"

Murong Yan hugged her chest and sneered.

Her hot figure was still extremely lethal under this disgusting team uniform.

Her slender legs stood straight.

She stepped on the alloy trash can next to her and crushed it.

"If Beijing Martial Arts University doesn't give an explanation today."

"This lady will dismantle your broken airport!"

Just then, a majestic voice came from afar.

"Enough!"

A middle-aged man in a black tunic suit strode over.

He was wearing the badge of the Director of Academic Affairs of Beijing Martial Arts University on his chest.

He stared at Lin Fan with extremely gloomy eyes.

"Students of Modu Martial Arts University."

"This is Beijing."

"You are not allowed to be presumptuous here!"

Lin Fan jumped up from the ground with a carp leap.

He patted the dust on his butt.

He pointed at the nose of the Director of Academic Affairs.

"Old man."

"Don't frame me."

"It was your people who started it first."

"Thousands of eyes are watching."

"If you don't pay."

"I will start a live broadcast immediately to let the people of the whole country see the true face of your Beijing Martial Arts University!"

The corner of the Director of Academic Affairs' mouth twitched crazily.

Vice Principal Yan had just transmitted his voice to him, telling him not to make things big before the competition under any circumstances.

Everything would be solved after getting on the ring.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

He took out a black card and threw it to Lin Fan.

"Here is ten million."

"Take your people and get out to the dormitory area!"

Lin Fan took the black card and skillfully stuffed it into his storage ring.

He curled his lips with regret.

"Beijing Martial Arts University is really poor."

"Ten million to send away a beggar."

"Forget it."

"I'm in a good mood today."

"I'll let you go for now."

The Director of Academic Affairs gritted his teeth.

He pointed to an old sightseeing car next to him.

"Your dormitory is in Building 4, North District."

"Go there yourself!"

After speaking, he walked away.