Chapter 223: The Village

Should we go out and stop them?

The situation isn't good right now," Jin Wanlin said, looking at the hunters crawling everywhere and Fu Li Master firing weapons in a barrage.

When Jin Wanlin said "not good," he wasn't concerned about the hunters' lives or the Longsheng Club's overseers.

The loggers are a violent institution; from their very first training lesson, they were made clear: traitors are a threat; selling one piece of intelligence could destroy an entire research team's lifetime of effort and hard work.

All the loggers share this consensus.

Traitors have no human rights.

What Jin Wanlin meant by "not good" was that letting Fu Li Master run wild like this created far too much noise—gunfire in open areas was no quieter than blowing up a mountain.

So what?

Feng Wenyu looked at Jin Wanlin, smirked, and said slowly: "Those weapons are all slated for destruction anyway after recovery. Since Fu Li Master likes playing with guns, let him use them all up?"

"I'll notify the perimeter guards to issue a public notice: there will be some noise here during weapon disposal—residents needn't worry."

Feng Wenyu waved his hand, completely dismissing Jin Wanlin's words.

You show up when you want and leave when you want?

Do you treat our place like a hourly hotel?

If we don't shatter every bone in your body, the neighboring country will think we're rude hosts.

Land of Propriety—bang bang bang! (Hammer)

………………

"Aowu—"

As Fu Li Master gained the upper hand, Bai, who had been lurking by the riverbank to capture enemies, immediately abandoned those low-tier trash and casually ordered the dogs: just smash their balls with stones.

Bai moved like the wind, let out a long howl, and sprinted happily to Fu Li Master's side, mimicking him by grabbing a submachine gun and raking fire at the rock pile.

Gradually,

Spirit beasts began emerging from the forest: a jet-black cat, sleek as a leopard, leapt down and landed, gazing at Fu Li Master and meowing.

Fu Li Master, is it true? If we come to help, do we get full meals every time?

On the other side, Su Qiyuan slowly trudged down the stairs to the campsite, struggling under the weight of a thirty-kilogram, ninety-kilogram real-weight king cobra, collapsing onto the ground.

"Fuu—"

The king cobra faced Fu Li Master and asked, puzzled: Did I arrive too late?

I already took a ride and raced here on my mount—how could I be late?

"Help…" Su Qiyuan gasped, his face as if he were dying, raising a hand to call for his colleagues' aid.

Above, a ghost-faced moth with a one-meter wingspan landed atop a giant black cockroach.

Groups of bat-like foxes hung lazily from the trees, yawning, their faces heavy with sleepiness.

"Damn."

Seeing so many unfamiliar faces, An Sheng, who had been blasting the rocks, froze, his expression stunned.

These were all spirit beasts who came to help.

Not to mention those in the water, on the islands, or possibly still on their way.

Do we really have this many spirit beasts in Jiule City?

When Bai shouted "Righteous Mob," the hidden dogs didn't show up—but the spirit beasts arrived first.

"Since you're all here… don't be polite. That guy hiding behind the rocks—do you know what human trafficking is?"

"He's a scavenger who specializes in kidnapping cubs and likes to rip out anuses."

"Bai and I will lead the charge—let's take turns beating him!" An Sheng, seeing how many spirit beasts had arrived, thought for a moment and told them to line up one by one: beating a trafficker alone was boring—it had to be the whole village together!

"Bai! You go left, I go right. Wangwang, you help me carry these two RPGs."

Fu Li Master gave orders: Bai imitated Fu Li Ge and pulled the trigger, circling around the left side of the rock pile; Fu Li Master held two submachine guns, spraying fire, while his three fluffy tails held up a chemical adhesive RPG.

The king cobra followed behind, coiling his long body around two RPGs.

"Dadadada!"

Under the pincer attack from left and right, the spotted hyena realized the situation was dire and tried to flee into the forest.

But dark shadows swept across the sky—the ghost-faced moth and two fox bats landed before the forest.

"Ti—"

The red-tailed hawk hovered midair, its sharp gaze locked on the hyena, letting out a piercing warning cry.

"."

The spotted hyena froze, utterly unprepared for how many spirit beasts surrounded him.

"Bang—"

Yet,

In the instant the hyena hesitated, Fu Li Master swiftly closed in, grabbed the barrel of his empty submachine gun, swung it like a club, and smashed it hard into the hyena's knee—making him leap up in shock, clutching his suddenly agonizing knee.

"Aaah—"

The hyena's eyes nearly popped out as he turned to look at Fu Li, gripping a submachine gun reduced to a shattered wreck.

"Aow—"

Bai, who had circled around from the left, had already slipped behind the rocks; he raised his arm and placed it on the hyena's shoulder, his dark sunglasses hiding eyes that gleamed with menace: Buddy, wasn't it your guys who sprayed me with glue last time?

Facing Bai, who stood taller and bared his fangs, the hyena's paws dripped sweat; instinctively, he pulled his head away from Bai's dog face.

"Fuu—"

Seeing the hyena restrained, the king cobra paused, then used his tail to coil around an RPG and swung it hard into the hyena's balls.

"Crack—"

A chorus of snapping bones echoed; the hyena's eyes bulged, and he instinctively clutched his balls and dropped to his knees.

Screams are for those who can still scream.

The hyena, struck with crushing force, turned red-purple, stopped breathing entirely, and couldn't make a sound.

"Jin Long! Bring me the C4—I'm stuffing it into Old Spotted's asshole!"

The hyena's collapse was like a signal; An Sheng lifted his paw, braced against a rock, kicked the hyena hard, and shouted toward the hillside: "Hurry up and kick harder!"

Bai kicked the hyena's head hard.

The king cobra moved like a graceful lady carrying a purse, head held high, tail coiled around an RPG, waiting for the perfect moment to smash it into the hyena's crotch.

"Aaaah—Stop! It's a misunderstanding! Friend! All a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? Then we must beat you even harder—don't you see we're having a gang war here? You came running in! Taste Fu Li's C4 assault!"

Fu Li Master held the C4 and looked at the king cobra.

The king cobra understood; he raised his tail, swung the RPG down hard, and drove the C4 into the hyena's body.

"Mmm~"

The hyena's voice grew hoarse; his whole body stiffened, exhaled a long, slow breath, stared blankly—done for.

At that moment, the cockroach ran over, slammed a stone into the hyena's nose, and revived the nearly dead hyena.

The giant black cockroach spread his wing membranes, retreated from the chaotic mob, raised both arms, and flexed his powerful chest muscles during the lull, showing off his battlefield medic physique.

But,

Grandpa Jin Long stared in disbelief, instinctively flicking out his long tongue to stick to the black cockroach.

"Hm?"

The black cockroach spun around, raised a hand, and seized Grandpa Jin Long's tongue.

They locked eyes for a moment; then, as the cockroach pulled, Grandpa Jin Long's entire lizard body was yanked into the air.

Grandpa Jin Long's eyes widened as he watched the cockroach's fist hurtle toward his face—his mind flashed with a terrifying, chilling thought:

"It really is that giant cockroach…"

"You're a boss too? What territory do you rule?"

It can't be me who's the boss!

The thought flashed—and the punch was already at his face; Grandpa Jin Long was blasted backward, tumbling through the air over a dozen times.

"Sss!"

The black cockroach spat, his pectoral muscles bulging and flexing, wearing a look of utter disdain.

"Hey! Everyone get out of the way!"

"Let An Sheng dig a three-bedroom, one-living-room hole in his ass!"

(End of Chapter)