Chapter 169: Should We Just Get Rid of Him

"Ah—"

Yin Pengfei's agonized scream echoed for days, startling Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing by the trunk—they instinctively turned their heads, but Yin Pengfei was already gone.

After being ambushed by the little fox, Yin Pengfei saw the plastic broom on the ground—just now smashed into his ass, nearly split in two—and his blood boiled with rage.

Yin Pengfei snatched up the plastic broomstick and chased the white furball crawling through the grass, which was sprinting at jetliner speed.

"You fucking coward! Face me one-on-one!"

As he moved farther from Mo Yiqing, recalling his ordeals in Jiule City, Yin Pengfei could no longer hold back—he shouted at the fox.

Earlier, he'd been beaten by the fox in the restaurant.

Later, in the bushes, he'd been double-teamed by cat and dog, and his crotch had been groped over thirty times.

These past few days had been quiet—no more crazy animals—until this damn fox reappeared!

Holding the broomstick, Yin Pengfei felt boundless strength surge through him, adrenaline fueling his courage as he began hunting the fox.

"Come on! You damn fox, step out and fight!" Yin Pengfei swung the broomstick at the fox's ass.

The broomstick left a red afterimage, slicing through the air at terrifying speed—just about to strike the fox. But the fox, as if seeing behind itself, shifted left with effortless grace, dodging the blow.

The man and the fox continued their rapid chase.

And then—

A woman's sharp cry rang out: "How dare you!"

Lin Shu, dressed in a black business skirt suit, hurled the cactus she'd been holding aside and charged like a professional football player, tackling Yin Pengfei to the ground.

"One-on-one?"

"We certainly could fight one-on-one—but I was just waiting for the equipment to arrive. I wonder, brother, what are you holding that broomstick for?"

The fox drifted across the lawn, carving a wide arc before stopping neatly beside the cactus. It raised a paw, resting it on the pot's rim, its face twisted in a strange expression as it let out a clear, bell-like laugh.

Struck by Lin Shu's full-body tackle, Yin Pengfei lay flat on the ground, stars swirling in his vision—his mind blank, his skull ringing.

After knocking Yin Pengfei down, Lin Shu rolled forward, landing on her legs in silk stockings—one foot ahead, one behind—her stance sharp, unmistakably that of a sprinter ready to explode from the blocks.

When nothing's happening, Lin Shu is the driver.

But when Lin Ying is in danger, Lin Shu becomes Lin Ying's personal bodyguard and living shield.

Yin Pengfei might work out and keep his posture upright, but in actual combat, nine of him stacked together wouldn't be enough for Lin Shu to break a sweat.

"Mmm!"

The fox looked at Lin Shu, performed a backflip on the spot, then pointed at Yin Pengfei.

Hearing this, Lin Shu's cold expression softened; her tensed muscles relaxed as if she'd understood the meaning behind Fuli Master's gesture.

Lin Shu rolled forward violently, landing on her back, then slammed straight onto Yin Pengfei's chest. In one fluid motion, like a master of jujitsu, she rose effortlessly, seized him, and set up a shoulder throw.

Lin Shu unleashed her strength and hurled Yin Pengfei away.

The fox stood upright on its hind legs, frantically cradling the cactus, aiming at where Yin Pengfei would land.

As Yin Pengfei slid across the grass after his fall, the fox seized its chance—thrusting the cactus forward, slamming it into his ass.

"Aaaah—!"

Yin Pengfei's body shot forward, collapsing onto the grass like a bent shrimp.

Then, clutching his brutally battered ass, Yin Pengfei fell silent—and expertly feigned unconsciousness.

【Pear Tree Cactus Wish Achieved: Though not the Pear Tree Cactus, the Feihua Yu Cactus has plenty of spines. Your righteous intervention resolved one of Mo Yiqing's troubles, allowing her to devote more energy to studying environmental ecology and agriculture.】

【Power of Vow +1】

"Beating a disobedient brat is so easy~" The fox, visibly pleased, turned to Yin Pengfei and said: "Next time you snitch or scam money from home, do it in a corner—walls have ears!"

After subduing Yin Pengfei, Lin Shu tore off the snagged silk stocking, shoved it into her jacket pocket, and strode quickly to Fuli Master's side.

"Fuli Master, are you unharmed?"

"Mmm!"

"I know you wouldn't be hurt—but I'm paid triple Lin's salary, so I still have to do my job." Lin Shu checked Fuli Master thoroughly, confirmed his fur remained smooth and lustrous, untouched by violence, then let go of Yin Pengfei and picked up Fuli Master to leave.

An Sheng ran to Yu Xueqing's side, mumbled two soft sounds to Aqing, then turned and sprinted toward the parking lot.

It was only seven or eight hundred meters to Aqing's home. When the fox said it wanted to meet some fox friends and go shopping, she agreed.

Lin Shu waited by the business car, closed the door after the fox got in, and drove toward the village.

"Fuli Master, do you have a grudge against that man?" Lin Shu asked through the rearview mirror, then added:

"Judging by his appearance, his family probably runs a business or he's a second-gen executive. Our Lin Group has investments in West Africa—we could arrange a tailored business partnership for his family, guaranteeing he becomes a chief's son-in-law."

"No need, no need. Yin's just a disobedient brat scamming money from home—no need to take his kidneys."

The fox typed on its tablet, detailing its feud with Yin Pengfei.

【Yin Pengfei's crimes amount to nothing more than disobedience—he lies about his age to scam money from home, claiming he's dating girls, but keeps 200, 00 of the 300, 00 for prostitution and luxury, spends 30, 00 on grooming, and only uses the remaining 70, 00 on his so-called love interests.】

【No need to take his kidneys.】

Lin Shu glanced sideways at the screen, fell silent for a moment, then said:

"We don't break the law. In West Africa's marriage market, Chinese people are extremely sought-after. Send him there, post his photo and credentials on the matchmaking wall—he'll be married in three days."

West Africa isn't North or East Africa—it's relatively stable, but "relatively" is the key word. Normal Chinese people don't go there.

But those who do are either engineers on assignment or investment merchants—both high-income groups.

If they can get back to China with permanent residency, it's pure profit.

That's the underlying logic behind the hot demand for Chinese men in West Africa's marriage market.

Lin Shu sensed Fuli Master misunderstood something, so she explained seriously.

Aside from the branches in America and Europe, the Lin Clan's other operations are all legitimate—no strange or shady dealings. Everyone's a law-abiding citizen, no stars on their heads.

Of the known inmates, 90% are there for economic crimes; the worst others get is drunk teenagers fighting in bars.

As Lin Shu explained, the car had already returned to Lin Ying's villa.

On the first floor, the butler and maids bustled about, cooking seafood that filled the air with rich aromas.

Lin Shu carried the fox upstairs, brought it to the sunroom, and solemnly handed it to Lin Ying—who had clearly just bathed and wore a silk robe.

"Good morning, Fuli Master."

Lin Ying picked up the fox. Her usually expressionless face softened slightly; her brows even relaxed a fraction as she spoke gently, her tone light: "Good morning."

Lin Ying sat on the sofa, cradling the fox, her fingertips gently stroking its fur.

(End of Chapter)