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nEven though the eighth-grade golden body expert was angry, there was nothing he could do.

nEven if the bank didn’t lend him money, he couldn’t rob it.

nMost importantly, even if he robbed it, the bank didn’t have so much money at the moment.

nCould it be that he couldn’t even borrow money now?

nThe golden body expert sat helplessly in the bank’s hall.

nEven if he wanted to, he couldn’t borrow it now.

nWho would have so much money in their account?

nNormally speaking, even a ninth-grade martial grandmaster wouldn’t have such a large amount in their bank account.

nBecause, with their status, when they needed money, they could just directly go to the bank and apply for a loan.

nBut now, the bank wasn’t lending!

nWhat was even more terrifying was that a large portion of the martial artists in the country practiced sword techniques. They all wanted to obtain a stalk of sword intent grass.

nYou want to buy it, I want to buy it, he wants to buy it.

nEveryone wanted to buy it, and they were all borrowing money.

nBut there wasn’t any money to borrow!

nMany people began to frantically sell off their properties.

nWhether it was their weapons, demonic beast materials, precious elixirs, or real estate, they were selling it all.

nEven so, there weren’t many people who could gather 50 billion.

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nThere were so many disciples from the six great Holy Lands who were sent to the hospital by Andrew.

nSo, Andrew decided to come and take a look.

nAt the very least, he wanted to console these people.

nAfter entering the hospital, Andrew found that his phone was out of battery.

nHelplessly, he could only walk to the nurses’ station and borrow a charging cable from a young nurse.

n“No.”

nThe nurse mercilessly refused.

nThey would meet many of these requests every day. If they were to entertain all of them, wouldn’t they be falling into a trap?

nHowever, when the young nurse raised her head and saw Andrew’s familiar face, her expression instantly changed.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, no, it’s King Thunderblade!”

nShe screamed in excitement.

nMany doctors, nurses, and patients surrounded him.

nThey encircled Andrew in the center with extreme excitement.

n“It’s King Thunderblade! An 18-year-old powerhouse!”

n“Have you heard of the King Thunderblade’s battle record? He killed the Anaconda King of Pescadero and the Snow Leopard King of Alaska’s Arctic Circle!” a teenager said emotionally.

nHe looked to be only 14 or 15 years old. At this time, his face was red and his breathing became rapid.

n“Why is King Thunderblade here?”

n“I… want to borrow a phone charger.” Andrew was a little shy from these people’s praise.

n“I have it. I have it!” The youth squeezed to the front and took out the charging cable from his pocket.

nAndrew looked at his rapid breathing and was worried that he would faint here.

n“King Thunderblade, can you do me a small favor and help me sign an autograph?”

nAndrew thought for a moment. At the very least, the other party had lent him a charger. He could still help with such a small favor.

nOn the notebook that the youth took out, Andrew signed his name.

n“Should I get someone to design an artistic signature?”

nAndrew suddenly remembered this matter.

nThose celebrity signatures seemed to have a lot of artistic design elements. They looked very beautiful. His signature was so ordinary that it was even a little crooked.

nNow that he was famous, he would probably have to give autographs in the future.

nWouldn’t it be embarrassing if his autograph was so ugly?

nAfter Andrew charged his phone, the doctors and nurses around him crowded up.

nThey all wanted Andrew to give them autographs.

nAnyway, the phone was out of battery now, so Andrew picked up a marker and patiently fulfilled their requests.

nAfter more than half an hour, Andrew gradually became impatient.

nHe came to the hospital to greet the disciples of the Holy Land, not to sign.

n“Okay, okay, that’s it.”Andrew waved his hand, picked up his half-charged phone, and squeezed out of the crowd.

nDuring this half an hour of autograph time, Andrew felt tortured.

nHe would rather fight with a top-notch monster than being surrounded by so many people here.

nThe feeling of being famous was actually so uncomfortable.

nAndrew went to the ward to visit Wells. This old guy was beaten badly by him.

nAt this time, he was still in the hospital.

nSeeing Andrew come in to visit, Wells did not dare to be as arrogant as before.

nThe other party had already come to visit him. What else could he say?

n“Andrew, actually, I don’t have any enmity with you. In the future, we’ll be friendlier to each other… There doesn’t have to be such a conflict.”

nAndrew nodded.

nThis was the New York Martial Arts Hospital, and the doctors’ medical skills were very superb.

nIt seemed that Wells did not have any major problems. He would be fine after lying in the hospital for a few more days.

n“Then you can do your best. Get well soon. We can spar again when the time comes.”

nAfter saying that, Andrew left.

nOnly Wells was left on the hospital bed in a daze. Why was there still a spar?

nWasn’t it because of the spar that he was lying on the hospital bed, unable to get up?

nJust as Andrew walked out of the hospital, a black car stopped in front of him.

nA man in a dark black suit got out of the car and said to him respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Andrew. Director Clayton would like to invite you to the Martial Arts Bureau.”

nAndrew nodded. Since he had nothing to do now, it might be about the deal for the sword intent grass.

nWhen he came to the Martial Arts Bureau’s office, Clayton, Tyrone, and Evans were all here.

nThe three of them were the three most popular people in the country.

nThey represented the Martial Arts Bureau, the Ministry of Education, and the military.

nWhen they saw Andrew walk in, the three of them stood up and shook hands with Andrew in a friendly manner.

n“You are indeed a young talent. Your temperament is extraordinary,” Tyrone said with a smile.

nHe and Andrew only saw each other from afar at the martial arts conference.

nTo be precise, this was the first time they had met each other.

n“Hello, hello. Are you planning to buy the sword intent grass in my hands?”

n“Yes.”

nTyrone cleared his throat and said, “The Ministry of Education can buy ten sets of sword intent grass.”

nEvans also said, “The military can buy fifteen sets of sword intent grass. We will also buy ten sets for the White House, a total of twenty-five sets.”

nFinally, it was Clayton.

n“Our Martial Arts Bureau can buy twenty portions.”

nAndrew: “…”

nYou guys spent so much time and effort, and in the end, you only bought so little?

nAndrew frowned and asked, “A total of fifty-five portions? Aren’t you representing the country? Why are you so poor?”

nThe representatives of the countries were also very embarrassed.

nThey really could not afford to spend so much money to buy it.

nAfter all, this was sword intent grass!

nEven the people of the six great Holy Lands had never heard of it, so one could imagine how precious it was.

nWho would sell hundreds or thousands of such things?

nAnd who could afford to buy so many at once?

nEven if they only bought these, they had paid a considerable price.

nFor example, the Martial Arts Bureau had spent one trillion US dollars on buying twenty sets of sword intent grass.

nIn the next few years, they would have to live frugally.

nHowever, they suggested that they could buy it on credit.

nHowever, this suggestion was rejected by Andrew.

nHe needed strengthening points now.

nHe knew that he would have to wait for a few years before the government could take out this money.

nSoon, 2.7 trillion dollars were transferred into Andrew’s account.

nThe system also rewarded 2.75 million enhancement points.

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