Chapter 123: Medical Expenses? I Have Plenty to Cover Them!

"Heh! Hehehe..."

Zhao Jie chuckled upon hearing this, his gaze shifting to Gatomon, who had returned to his side. With a look, he checked to see if she was hurt. Gatomon shook her head to signal she was fine, though her eyes remained fixed on the Leomon standing beside Du Zhongping.

"Classmate, don't just stand there laughing. You'd better cough up the medical expenses first."

Du Zhongping frowned. Zhao Jie’s smile made him deeply uncomfortable; the thought of merely teaching Zhao Jie a lesson suddenly took a darker turn.

"Three thousand. Pay that, and we'll call it even."

Three thousand was no small sum for students in the Digital Science department, as money was typically reserved for purchasing digital food for their Digimon.

"Three thousand?" Zhao Jie looked at the horse-faced youth beside Leomon with a mocking sneer. "I'm afraid three thousand is a bit too little."

He truly hadn't expected to run into someone cutting the line on his very first day of school, nor did he expect the audacity of the person on the other side acting as if he had done nothing wrong. And now, to top it off, he was being extorted!

"Agumon! Since they want to play, let's play properly!"

*Hum...*

The light of evolution flickered as the evolution rune surged from between Zhao Jie's brows into Agumon’s body. A split second later, a Greymon over three meters tall stood before the crowd.

"Go, Greymon. Have a proper spar with that Leomon."

"As for the medical bills, I’ll make sure they’re well-covered!"

"Roar!"

Greymon let out a long, powerful roar. The sheer sonic pressure shook the entire cafeteria and rippled outward.

"Wait, wait! You can't fight in here!"

The person in charge of distributing digital food, who had been playing dumb until now, finally couldn't help but chime in.

Zhao Jie glanced at the man, too annoyed to bother with him. He had stood by and watched Leomon cut the line, and now he was trying to play peacemaker? Who did he think he was?

"Attack!"

*Thump! Thump!*

Greymon began to run, his massive frame hurtling toward Leomon.

"Hmph! Leomon, teach this freshman a lesson!" Du Zhongping’s expression darkened. Did this kid really think that just because his Agumon reached the Champion level, he could stand against a Leomon? It was utterly laughable.

But the very next moment, the expression on his face froze.

He watched as his Leomon was sent flying by a single swipe of Greymon's tail. Before Leomon could even regain his balance, Greymon was already at the spot where he was about to land. The horns on Greymon’s head slammed violently into Leomon’s chest.

This was the "Great Horn Attack."

*Bang!*

Under the gaze of everyone present, Leomon flew like a kite with a snapped string, crashing through countless tables and chairs before finally slamming onto the floor.

"Hiss!"

Many people gasped, staring in disbelief at the blue-striped Greymon. To have defeated Leomon so easily—was he really just a first-year freshman?

"Classmate, I wonder if you’ve heard a certain saying," Zhao Jie said, his voice calm and deliberate as the entire cafeteria watched. "‘The ever-loyal, ever-falling Leomon.’ Your Leomon is truly a disgrace to his kind!"

In Zhao Jie’s memory, Leomon had always been a heroic figure, but unfortunately, this was reality, not an anime. A Digimon’s personality was shaped by its master, and clearly, this Leomon was nothing more than a tool for the horse-faced student’s bullying. It was easy to imagine that many other Digimon had endured this Leomon’s behavior, allowing him to treat cutting the line as his own personal privilege.

"Greymon, continue!"

Zhao Jie followed up with a command that made everyone’s blood run cold. The fight was already decided, yet he wanted to keep going!

*Thump! Thump!*

Greymon, trusting Zhao Jie’s orders implicitly, charged toward Leomon once more.

"Leomon, use your special move!" Du Zhongping’s face was dark enough to drip ink. Staring at Zhao Jie with pure hatred, he gave the order without hesitation.

"He's crazy! Using a special move in here?" The onlookers’ expressions shifted, and they scrambled backward. This was a cafeteria; while a Rookie-level special move might be one thing, the destructive power of a Champion-level Digimon’s special move was terrifying.

"Fist of the Beast King!"

Leomon didn't care about the consequences. Upon hearing his master’s order, his aura surged, becoming imposing and fierce. Powerful digital energy gathered between his hands, causing the air around him to whip into a frenzy as debris from the shattered furniture swirled toward him.

"Mega Flame!"

Zhao Jie frowned slightly. The power of Leomon’s attack was clearly significant; wouldn't charging in just make Greymon a target? Without hesitation, Zhao Jie ordered Greymon to use his own signature move.

*BOOM!*

Crimson flames erupted from Greymon’s mouth. The intense, magma-like heat consumed everything in its path. Under the eyes of everyone, the flames collided with Leomon.

*Boom! Boom!*

Within a few heartbeats, the crowd watched as Leomon’s "Fist of the Beast King" was swallowed by the fire, the flames licking at his body.

"Stop! I surrender!" Seeing this, Du Zhongping dropped his pride and screamed at Zhao Jie.

"Heh..." Zhao Jie’s voice was cold. "Didn't I just say? Three thousand is too little. As for medical bills, I’ll make sure they’re well-covered!"

As the flames dissipated, a shrill, agonizing roar echoed from Leomon. *Puff.* The scent of charred fur filled the air. Leomon looked at the nearby Greymon with sheer terror; he could feel the bone-deep pain, a pain the opponent had inflicted with deliberate precision.

What kind of monster had he provoked? His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees before Greymon.

"Hiss..."

Watching the pathetic state of Leomon, everyone in the cafeteria couldn't help but shiver. They had expected this to be a typical daily occurrence, but looking at Leomon, they realized they had been dead wrong. Now, they finally understood why Zhao Jie had said three thousand was too little.

He wasn't just paying for medical bills; he was turning the extortion money into actual, literal medical bills!

Ruthless. Truly ruthless. Who would have thought such a vicious character would be among this year's freshmen?