Chapter 21: You Probably Haven

「What a sin!」

Chen Fengshui, face twisted with helpless anguish, rode his electric scooter with the fox toward Jiule City.

The commercial middlemen who had been sabotaging Yu Zhenghong’s livestream sales all this time.

In fact, they all came from employees of a company called Fenggao Wisdom Consulting Ltd.

Yu Zhenghong had previously beaten up their staff for peddling fake goods, unable to tolerate their scamming.

The matter should have ended there—no one knew each other, and Fenggao Consulting dared not escalate the fake goods incident, so they silently swallowed the loss.

But who knew someone hired Fenggao Consulting to bid for the land of Shangpo Mountain tea garden.

Yu Zhenghong ran into them again.

And Yu Zhenghong successfully won the contract for the high-quality Shangpo Mountain tea garden land, causing Fenggao Consulting to pay a huge breach-of-contract penalty to the buyer.

Unable to pressure the buyer, Fenggao Consulting could only grit their teeth and pay out hundreds of thousands.

Unable to touch the buyer, Yu Zhenghong naturally became Fenggao Consulting’s target for revenge.

New grudges and old resentments combined, and Fenggao Consulting went all out to destroy Yu Zhenghong.

They wouldn’t stop until he begged on his knees and paid compensation!

«The whole story is more or less like this.»

An Sheng sat in the scooter basket while Chen Fengshui pedaled his speed-limited electric scooter toward Jiule City.

After seven hours of sobering up, Chen Fengshui—who’d only drunk two beers—was already sober.

But Old Chen dared not drive a car or motorcycle; late at night was when traffic checks were strictest.

He could only pedal his electric scooter, carrying An Sheng to Fenggao Wisdom Consulting’s location.

On the way, Old Chen gave An Sheng a detailed account of the feud between Yu Zhenghong and Fenggao Consulting.

Fenggao Wisdom Consulting, in plain terms, was a group with some local connections, specializing in advising wealthy individuals or corporations.

They weren’t large, but they had connections and even a dedicated legal consulting department.

They’d lost hundreds of thousands in one go, and on top of that, their boss Feng Gao had been beaten by Yu Zhenghong with monkey fists—new grudges piled atop old ones.

Now, Fenggao Consulting’s employees had nothing better to do than go to Yu Zhenghong’s livestreams and harass him.

For this, Feng Gao had even set up a special bonus program inside the company called “Livestream Harassment Bonus.”

«Mmm»

«Okay, okay, harassment, huh?» Hearing this, An Sheng’s blood pressure rose again, and he shot Old Chen a strange look.

The fact that Old Chen could so clearly recount the entire backstory and knew internal details of Fenggao Consulting.

Clearly, he’d been secretly following Yu Zhenghong’s affairs all along—yet Old Chen clearly had no way to deal with those cultured thugs.

No wonder. Old Chen was pedaling his electric scooter so vigorously at this hour—he’d been waiting for this “fox spirit” to torment them! An Sheng couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Since Yu Xueqing didn’t like them, her parents didn’t like them, and even Old Chen didn’t like them—An Sheng’s lips curled slightly as a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

«Livestream Harassment Bonus, huh?»

«You like psychological torment, do you?»

«You like harassment? I’ll show you harassment!»

…………

Old Chen rushed as fast as he could, pedaling for over an hour until he reached the front of Fenggao Consulting in Jiule City.

Fenggao Wisdom Consulting wasn’t located in any high-end business tower.

Fenggao Consulting had leased a three-story street-front building as their office; it was in the city center with high foot traffic—better than being tucked inside a tower.

«Street-front shops are great!»

«That way, when we sneak in, we don’t have to carefully avoid tower cameras, nor crawl through pitch-black central air ducts.»

An Sheng stared at Fenggao Consulting’s sign, his face slowly twisting into a sly, mischievous grin.

Old Chen sat by the roadside, panting heavily; riding an electric scooter with his legs was exhausting for a middle-aged man nearing retirement.

Yet Old Chen kept watching the fox lord, who was gazing ahead.

He was deeply curious: what did the fox lord plan to do?

«Mmm»

An Sheng waved at Old Chen, who froze, then immediately understood and pulled out his phone to hand over.

【Buy super glue, 502, and a roll of tissue—must buy Vinda’s thick tissue.】

An Sheng typed the message on his phone, then pointed to the 24-hour convenience store on the street.

Old Chen left with a strange expression, bought exactly what An Sheng requested, and added two bottles of water.

«Mmm—mm»

An Sheng signaled Old Chen to drive ahead, around to the street behind Fenggao Consulting; then he snatched the plastic bag in his mouth and leapt up the wall, scaling to a second-floor balcony and slipping through the exhaust vent inside.

An Sheng opened the door from within, then strode boldly into Fenggao Consulting, still clutching the plastic bag.

Old Chen watched the entire scene in stunned silence, gaining a whole new understanding of the fox’s speed and ability to break through doors.

With excellent night vision, An Sheng didn’t turn on any lights in Fenggao Consulting.

He located the security cameras, picked up the rod used to close the roller shutter, and knocked every camera out of alignment.

«Hehehe»

An Sheng leapt onto the office desk, grinning wickedly, standing on his hind legs to kick the glass cup off the table.

«Clatter—»

The glass cup hit the floor with a crisp sound; An Sheng then sprinted across a dozen workstations, sending mice, keyboards, documents, cups, and decorations flying everywhere.

At this moment, An Sheng was like a husky possessed.

After wrecking the office, An Sheng gathered up the high-quality toilet paper inside.

An Sheng ran to Fenggao Consulting’s restroom.

He pulled out the super glue and Vinda tissue.

Vinda tissue was famous for its thickness, but An Sheng wasn’t praising its quality—he meant Vinda tissue was famously thick, and also famously prone to clogging toilets.

An Sheng squeezed super glue onto the Vinda tissue, rolled it into a giant ball, then found the toilet paper rolls he’d collected and glued them all together into one massive lump, stuffing it into all three toilet stalls of Fenggao Consulting.

«Gush—gush—gush»

An Sheng leapt onto the toilet seat, gripping the wall with both paws, one foot pressing on the flush lever, watching the water pool and refuse to drain—he nodded in satisfaction.

After blocking all three toilets, he also plugged the sinks’ drains.

Then he snatched the hand soap bottle and smashed it onto the bathroom floor.

Slippery hand soap slowly mixed with the overflowing toilet water.

«Mmm—»

An Sheng stood on the sink, flicked his tail with elegant grace, and leapt cleanly out of the restroom.

But An Sheng’s mission wasn’t over.

After wrecking the workstations and restroom, An Sheng wore a wicked grin, strode with unapologetic confidence, and kicked open the boss’s office door.

«Hehehe»

«You’d better hide your customer list well—don’t let An the Fox find it, or I’ll send out lewd videos to all your clients!»

«No—I’ll send furry ones!»

«The kind where ants fuck elephants—perverted and weird!»

«Mmm—mmmm!»

The fox’s wild laughter echoed through the building; outside, Old Chen sat on the scooter’s rear seat, smoking, face blank with shock.

Inside, the «clatter-clank» hadn’t stopped—and now came the chilling, howling laughter of the fox.

The Fox Lord

Please don’t send me to prison!

(End of Chapter)