Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 634 - The Consequences of Taking Advantage of Ryan

Chapter 634: The Consequences of Taking Advantage of Ryan Chapter 634: The Consequences of Taking Advantage of Ryan Matthew had a headache.

When he heard Ryan say he had a big opinion, he almost fell apart.

Watching Ryan’s proud hand raise, he suddenly felt very tired.

Your Excellency the Duke.

Why did you send a mental illness hunter to infiltrate the Dusk Bell Church?

Did his antics give you such a headache that you dumped him on Dusk Bell for me to take care of?

But that’s just disgusting.

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Matthew even felt a deep animosity towards Ryan.

He wanted to take Ryan to a deserted place, starve him to death, but worried that doing so would anger His Excellency the Duke.

After all, to use a modern term that’s quite popular.

Matthew was His Excellency the Duke’s brain-dead fan.

With the idol’s halo shiny and bright, as a superfan, if he really got Ryan into trouble, he wouldn’t have the face to meet his idol afterwards.

So, Matthew said coldly to Ryan, “What’s your gripe?”

The others all looked toward Ryan.

They, too, were curious how a mentally ill person could have an opinion, did he even know what an opinion is?

Looking arrogantly proud, Ryan tilted his head back, hands clasped at his back, and said, “Since you asked so sincerely, I will trouble myself to tell you.”

As he spoke, he tapped his head and grinned at Matthew, “All your curses and ghost business, I don’t care about, but I’ve been working so hard at Dusk Bell for so long, where’s my paycheck?”

“You guys don’t seem to have paid me yet, have you?”

“Also, you owe me two hundred billion in medical bills, which have been dragging on for a long time. With interest upon interest, it must be three or four hundred billion by now, right? Don’t you think you should pay me back?”

Ryan’s thoughts were very emotional.

His speech was also quite coherent.

But it left people speechless.

Matthew turned expressionlessly to Tiquel and said, “Give me a pen and paper.”

Tiquel immediately passed them over.

Then, Matthew wrote down the number five hundred billion, even considerately adding a ¥ symbol.

“Take this, now we’re even.”

“This is five hundred billion, please don’t bring up money again, okay?”

As he spoke, Matthew placed the piece of paper in front of Ryan.

Ryan, however, was completely dumbfounded.

With trembling hands and teary eyes, he held the paper, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

“Matthew, do you think I’m a fool?”

“Or do you think I’m easy to fool, have you gone crazy or have I? Where am I supposed to cash your check? I want cash or a transfer works as well.”

Ryan tore the paper to shreds, slammed the table, and bellowed, “I’m telling you, if you don’t give me the money, don’t blame me for being rude!”

Matthew also felt that his intelligence had been insulted.

And he was feeling a great sense of humiliation inside.

He couldn’t help but explode, getting into a shouting match with Ryan, “It’s you who’s fucking sick, where am I supposed to get you hundreds of billions in cash? Also, a transfer, you don’t even have a fucking bank card, transfer my ass.”

That being said.

Ryan did indeed have a bank card.

With a slap.

He put his bank card on the table, angrily saying, “Isn’t this my card?”

Matthew was so angry his face turned blue.

He flung his arm and raged, “Enough, this matter ends here, meeting adjourned!”

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With that, Matthew quickly walked away.

Whereas Ryan was both aggrieved and furious, “Owe money and still act all righteous, huh? I’m gonna have it out with you, I must get back what you owe me, nobody gets to take advantage of Ryan.”

The others shook their heads at Ryan.

They didn’t like this mental illness hunter at all, they had no intention to consider Ryan as a comrade, and quickly dispersed in all directions.

Only James, with snot running down his nose, looked at Ryan with a complex expression.

He said, “I think you’re being a bit impulsive. Although we are doing well at Dusk Bell now, in reality, there is a divide between us and them. You don’t need to obsess over trivial matters.”

Ryan said angrily, “Cut the crap, having the nerve to talk back when you owe me money?”

James said helplessly, “Whatever you say, have it your way. I need to go back and rest. Ever since I met you, I haven’t had many good days.”

Ryan then grabbed James and asked, “Hold on, tell me how much you make in a month now?”

James answered instinctively, “Around two hundred thousand or so, considering there weren’t many Evil Spirit incidents this month. Why suddenly ask me about this?”

Ryan said matter-of-factly, “I want to get back the salary I’m entitled to, but I don’t know how much I make a month. That’s why I need to ask you, and then deduce what Dusk Bell owes me based on your salary.”

James shook his head. “I shouldn’t have bothered talking to you.”

With that, James turned around and left.

Meanwhile, Ryan sat in a chair with his chin propped on his hands, deep in thought, holding his bank card.

“James is my slave, and there’s a clear class divide between us.”

“He makes two hundred thousand a month; I must be higher than him.”

“I was a baron before; double that wouldn’t be unreasonable, right?”

“Now that I’m the Emperor, since the director said I am, my title has increased manifold, so my salary must multiply continuously.”

“Which means, Dusk Bell has been owing me tens of millions.”

“Hmm… I’ve figured this account out clearly. Daring to owe Emperor Ryan’s salary, Dusk Bell really thinks I, Ryan, am easy to deceive, don’t they?”

Ryan snorted in self-satisfaction.

He said proudly, “If they don’t give me my salary, can’t I just take it myself? Once I find a POS machine, I’ll go on a spree with my card and transfer all of Dusk Bell’s money into my account.”

“I will let them know what a terrible fate awaits those who offend His Majesty Ryan!”

Ryan liked money so much

because he felt that now that he had become the Emperor, he needed his own territory, and without money, nothing could be accomplished.

His dreams were grand, and they required a lot of money to support.

“Sooner or later, I will make Hill Psychiatric Hospital blossom all over the world.”

…

The story of Ryan is temporarily put aside.

In the Wittebach family.

At this time, Alex and the comatose Du Wei were in the same hospital room.

She lay on the bed next to Du Wei, staring worriedly at the man she loved.

“When will you finally wake up.”

“I’m full of doubts now, I don’t know why, but there are some fragmented images flashing through my head.”

“But those images are unfamiliar to me, as if lived through by another me.”

“And I also saw, it seemed like you once hit me, and even almost killed me.”

…

At this moment, in a dream.

Du Wei could hear Alex’s voice.

His scalp tingled.

“It’s Minette’s memory, but it’s not complete. Is it because she only merged with a severed arm?”

Du Wei murmured quietly, also feeling a headache coming on.

After a while, he sighed.

He thought to himself, “The one who hit her was the Evil Spirit Du Wei; it has nothing to do with me. When I can control my body later, if she asks about this again, I’ll just say it was the Evil Spirit that took my form, it wasn’t me at all.”

The excuse sounded far-fetched.

Du Wei also felt like he couldn’t deceive Alex with this, but as long as he insisted it wasn’t him, Alex wouldn’t have any proof either.

Besides, what troubled him more now was that the people who held grudges against him were either too few or temporarily unable to spread the deception of the Armored Divinity Ascension.

That is, setting a trap in armor to lure and kill the Demon God.

Still, too few enemies.

Du Wei felt despondent…

However, at that moment, the shadow that was still stabbing Puton with a knife suddenly froze, turning its head to look at Du Wei.