Chapter 221: Car Door God of War

"Wish List! Max out Physique! Let those foreign devils see our Xia nation's traditional virtues."

As An Sheng summoned the Wish List and mentally tapped the Physique option, the accumulated wish power transformed into golden light and flowed into the fox's body.

Since returning from the seaside,

he first served as a background prop and reluctantly wagged his tail for Mo Yiqing, earning 2 wish points total.

Then he went to the hospital's white walls, copied over a hundred last words from the deceased, and mailed them to their families—An Sheng earned another 4 wish points.

Some last words were mundane, others carried hidden reasons he didn't understand—but he treated them all as free gains, copying letters whenever he had spare time.

As for the other resource spot, "Tianhou Palace," An Sheng barely visited it.

Though the wishes there all came with addresses and phone numbers, they were extremely difficult to fulfill—mostly requests for romance or wealth.

Or ten consecutive golden rolls, promotions, salary raises—An Sheng's scalp prickled just reading them.

Besides these daily sources of wish points,

when Chen Nian was falsely accused and jailed, An Sheng ran interference for him and earned 6 wish points.

Bai Bai was attacked at sea, granting 2 wish points.

After castrating the parasite beast a second time, An Sheng harvested another 4 wish points from it.

Too bad he castrated it too thoroughly—the once-evil, chaotic parasite beast had been turned into a naive, sweet fool, and An Sheng could no longer extract any wish points from it.

All 18 wish points were channeled into Physique.

An Sheng's stat rose from 【62 → 80】.

"Sssss."

The infusion of 18 wish points froze An Sheng's entire body; he gasped sharply, drawing in cold air.

At the 38-degree midday heat, he felt a chill spread through his whole body—so pleasurable he almost wanted to pee.

Moreover, his spine tingled, and even his throat felt itchy.

He'd felt this same sensation only once before, during his past life's rapid adolescent growth spurt.

"Yyyyy."

After shivering with pleasure, under Feng Wenyu and Jin Wanlin's watchful eyes, An Sheng sprinted into the forest, lifted his hind leg, and sprayed a stream of yellow urine onto a tree.

"Bai Bai, how's it going?"

After feeling better, An Sheng turned to Bai Bai, asking how many people had arrived on his side, how many the poachers had brought, and whether their firepower could suppress the enemy.

"Several vehicles are heading this way—over a dozen," said Bai Bai, acting as scout and signal tower, addressing Fu Li Ge: "Jinmao Shi says there's a big flyer overhead during daylight."

Clearly, An Sheng using himself as bait was an extremely tempting option.

Through his spy phone, An Sheng had taken photos of himself and his surroundings, proving that aside from the dogs, there were no ambushes nearby.

Their employers had offered one hundred million dollars, specifically demanding the white snake.

Now that the white snake was gone, they could only grab any spirit beast to break even.

Otherwise, all their upfront investment would be wasted.

………

The poaching gang was moving, and the spirit beasts An Sheng had gathered were also beginning to shift position.

An Sheng took two bottles of adhesive remover from Jin Wanlin, applied them to himself, then sat cross-legged atop the black sedan, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

Meanwhile, the militarily trained German Shepherds and Belgian Malinois sat inside the black sedan, using their bodies to shield several firearms.

"Whirrrrr—"

At noon, a high-speed shuttlecraft streaked across the sky at over two hundred kilometers per hour.

Immediately after, drones followed, seemingly scouting the forest.

But Feng Wenyu and Jin Wanlin, hidden halfway up the mountain, remained calm, as if they hadn't seen the drones.

The drones, as if blind, ignored the logging crew entirely, circling only over the campsite.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

A heavily modified off-road vehicle with giant tires launched straight off a slope in front of the campsite, crashing down with a thunderous roar and skidding across the ground.

"Bang—bang—"

Amid the roar of the modified SUV, a series of firing sounds erupted from the opposite bank of the river.

A string of metal cylinders, traveling faster than three hundred meters per second, slammed toward the black sedan.

"Again with the glue? You really think I'm some greenhorn like Bai Bai?"

Hearing the faint noise, An Sheng raised his hand, gripped the car door frame, and yanked the entire door off, holding it up to block the incoming glue-RPGs.

If these had been real RPG rockets, a single car door would've been useless.

But the poachers' projectiles were glue bombs—designed to trap spirit beasts, not reduce them to worthless shreds.

"Boom—"

The car door collided with the rocket; the metal casing shattered instantly, spraying thick white adhesive everywhere.

Repeated impacts coated the car door and bodywork; the once-black sedan was now completely white.

The chemical adhesive, upon contact with air, rapidly expanded into a membrane, clinging to surfaces.

"Die!"

After the first barrage ended, An Sheng's gaze snapped to the SUV—the poachers had stopped, raised their RPGs like hunters on the opposite bank, and were aiming.

An Sheng stood upright on the car roof, spun his body in a full circle, and hurled the glued door with all his strength.

The door, caked in glue, exploded from his grip with a thunderous roar, screaming through the air.

"Boom—"

The door's edge scoured the air, stripping its paint to reveal glowing, overheated metal as it slammed into the modified SUV. In an instant, the vehicle was hit as if by a train.

The SUV shattered in half; the door buried itself into the mud, exploding a deep crater. Shrapnel and stones sprayed like high-velocity bullets, knocking the poachers off their feet as they screamed in agony.

"Don't just stand there—eat Fu Li's car door!"

Turning, An Sheng's tail snatched the other car door, hurling it toward the riverbank with a second thunderous roar and piercing whistle as it spun through the air.

This time, with no SUV to cushion the impact, the door became a black blur, crossing nearly a kilometer in an instant, slamming into the riverbank. Dirt exploded skyward; the metal door disintegrated instantly, scattering shards across a hundred-meter radius.

Having witnessed this before, the poachers by the river dropped their weapons and dove straight into the river, executing tactical prone positions.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

Meanwhile, after the initial assault team failed, a denser hail of bullets erupted from the campsite, raining down over hundreds of meters onto the black sedan.

Bullets gleaming with brass luster swept toward Fu Li Lao Ye.

An Sheng's expression changed—he lunged forward, landing on the car's hood, grabbed the bumper, and shoved the entire black sedan sideways, shielding the dogs inside from collateral damage.

Fu Li stood upright and moved at high speed across the parking lot; so fast that to the naked eye, it seemed the fox was gliding across the ground.

An Sheng ducked beside a heavy pickup, burst into its cargo bed, pulled out two stick grenades, yanked the pins, and hurled them straight into the campsite.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

Two grenade explosions later, one of the poachers' heavy weapons was completely destroyed.

An Sheng tore off another car door, leapt into the air, wielding the door like a shield, and charged toward the suspected trap zone, smashing wildly.

Nearby, Feng Wenyu and Jin Wanlin watched Fu Li Lao Ye's violent output—and for some reason, they both felt a hallucinatory flash, as if they'd returned to the night they ambushed the parasite beasts.

But whether Feng Wenyu, Jin Wanlin, or the two spirit beasts—all knew:

This was nothing yet. Fu Li Lao Ye hadn't even found his preferred weapon.

They'd all heard him call the Golden-Spiked Hedgehog, ordering it to bring the hammer.

That one hammer strike had summoned gale-force winds; the once-arrogant parasite beast nearly died on the spot.

(End of Chapter)