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nJohnson’s wife explained the reason.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade announced a very magical spiritual medicine at the National Martial Arts Conference. It’s called sword intent grass, and it sells for 50 billion US dollars. As long as you take it, you’ll be able to comprehend sword intent. If you’re a warrior who has already comprehended sword intent, you’ll be able to improve your comprehension.”

nJohnson blinked his eyes.

nThere was such a magical thing?

nBut he thought about it carefully. This thing was sold by Andrew, so it was completely possible!

nHe turned his head and saw that Charles had already run away.

n“Charles, how dare you lie to me!”

nJohnson immediately chased after him.

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nIn an hour, a stream of light flew through the sky.

nAndrew flew on his sword and arrived at Boston City.

nIf it was before, Andrew would not fly in the city. Once he was recognized, there would be a lot of trouble.

nBut now, in everyone’s perception, he was a top-notch expert.

nEven if it was flying, it was reasonable.

nAndrew simply did not care so much.

nRiding the flying sword, Andrew slowly landed at the entrance of Boston City’s Martial Arts Bureau.

nHe was very familiar with this place. He went straight to the fifth floor and pushed open the first office.

nAs soon as he entered the door, Andrew saw Charles with a swollen face.

n“Charles, who hit you?”

nBefore Charles could answer, Andrew saw the angry Johnson beside him.

n“What happened?” Andrew asked curiously.

nCharles sat on the chair, not daring to speak.

nJohnson spoke first.

n“For so many years, I treated you as my own disciple, taught you martial arts, and promoted you to be the director of Boston City’s Martial Arts Bureau. How could you cheat me like this!

n“My total assets are only about 60 billion, enough to buy a blade of sword intent grass. How could you cheat me of all my money?

n“Then what should I use to buy it?”

nThe more Johnson thought about it, the angrier he got.

nHe almost missed the blade of sword intent grass.

nHe stood up and wanted to beat Charles up again.

n“Brother, calm down.” Andrew quickly stopped him.

nAfter listening to him, Andrew also understood what happened between the two people.

n“It seems to be a matter of money?”

nAndrew laughed.

nHe thought that only ordinary people would quarrel over money. He didn’t expect that the two high-level fighters in front of him would also fight over it to this extent.

nAfter Johnson calmed down, he asked, “Andrew, is this sword intent grass that you sold really useful?”

nAndrew smiled.

n“If you believe me, then buy it. If you don’t believe me, then don’t buy it. It’s just that simple.”

n“I believe you. Lend me the money to buy it,” Charles whispered.

n“Get lost!”

nJohnson roared and almost punched him again.

nHe looked at Andrew and nodded. “I’ll buy it. The bank opens early tomorrow morning. I’ll transfer 50 billion to your account. You can give me the sword intent grass then.”

nAfter the two of them finished the transaction, Andrew remembered that there seemed to be another person in the room.

n“Charles, you want to borrow money?”

nCharles hurriedly nodded.

nHe knew that Andrew was rich. In fact, he was richer than anyone else.

nNow, all the warriors in the United States were crazily raising money, all wanting to buy a sword intent grass from Andrew.

nIn the entire United States, Andrew was probably the richest person.

nHe was even richer than the government.

nIf Andrew was willing to lend him money, wouldn’t all the problems be solved?

n“50 billion, I’ll lend it to you. And you don’t have to pay interest. I’ll give you three years to return it all to me.”

nThe reason why Andrew was willing to lend money was that he thought of one thing. If he lent the money to Charles and Charles came to buy the blade of sword intent grass, would the strengthening points be added into his account?

nAndrew thought about it and felt that it was very likely.

nThe probability was that it would be calculated.

nAfter all, the money was lent out, not given out.

nIn three years, Charles would work like crazy. As soon as possible, he would gather the money and return it to Andrew.

nThinking of this, Andrew laughed.

nNow the bank was almost packed to the brim.

nIt was said that last night, a bank refused to give a loan. It was slapped into the flat ground by an eighth-grade warrior. Now, this martial artist had already been beaten away for punishment and compensation.

nIn the entire United States, all the martial artists who used swords were crazily fighting for the sword intent grass.

nWhat was their biggest problem? They didn’t have any money!

nBut Andrew had plenty.

nHe could sell the sword intent grass and lend money.

nHe could do both things so that the martial artists who didn’t have money could buy it.

nHe could receive both money and strengthening points.

n“This idea is great!” Andrew laughed.

nHow could he be so genius to think of such a wonderful method?

nThe transfer amount was too huge and needed to be done at the bank.

n“Tomorrow, we will go to the bank together. I will transfer the 50 billion to you.”

nCharles was excited after hearing it.

nHe would have the money to exchange for the sword intent grass tomorrow morning. This was the opportunity for him to make a breakthrough!

n“But…” Charles stammered.

n“King Thunderblade, you can give me the sword intent grass right now. I’ll write an IOU for you. It’s 50 billion. Not a single dollar will be less.”

n“Impossible.” Andrew shook his head and rejected him.

nHe had to receive the money now, or the system might not give him the strengthening points.

nCharles scratched his head.

nNo matter how he thought about it, it was the same thing.

nBut he could not guess what Andrew was thinking. After all, he still needed Andrew to give him the money.

n“King Thunderblade, that…”

n“Can you not call me King Thunderblade?” Andrew said with a frown.

nHe always felt that this name sounded strange.

nBut he couldn’t say where it was strange.

n“The name King Thunderblade doesn’t sound as good as Grandmaster Thunderblade.”

nJohnson said, “But now that you’ve broken through to the Ultimate realm, it’s not appropriate to call you a grandmaster anymore.

n“All the powerhouses at the Ultimate realm need to have their own title.”

n“How about Thunder ruler? Thunder God? Thunder Blade Light?”

nJohnson thought of three names in a row.

nEach name made Andrew frown.

nCouldn’t Johnson think of a better name? What was all this?

nIn the end, Andrew shook his head helplessly.

n“It’s too troublesome to get a title. You can call me whatever you want.”

nCharles had booked a private room in the most luxurious hotel in Boston in advance.

nWhen he came to the hotel, Andrew found that the table was full of seafood.

nIf he remembered correctly, the last time Charles invited him to dinner, it was also full of seafood.

nAndrew was speechless. Did this guy like seafood so much?

nAt the dinner table, Andrew suddenly remembered what Johnson had told him before.

n“Johnson, what did you say happened on Eric Mountain?”

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