Chapter 225: Wow! You really might as well have washed the garlic

"Sean Solence, continue speaking! I am here listening to you."

Feng Wenyu held the camera high, the lens capturing close-ups of the vital parts of Sean's body.

When dealing with Sean, Feng Wenyu's service attitude was clearly better than toward other poaching group members or spies.

A beast-transformation warrior like Sean, even if placed inside the Longevity Club, was considered a valuable asset.

Deep in Feng Wenyu's heart, Sean's value had already shifted from a prisoner to Longevity Club currency.

After the interrogation of intelligence was finished, Sean's value could be used for shopping or for exchanging prisoners.

"What should I say?"

Lying on the ground, Sean endured the pain and spoke to Feng Wenyu: "I come from the Club; aren't you all perfectly clear on that? I demand that you treat prisoners humanely according to the agreement. My ass hurts so much."

The Longevity Club's influence was vast, but in the final analysis, it belonged to a commercial organization alliance.

For example, the Club's peripheral intelligence, as well as the reasons and philosophy behind the Club's founding—as long as one had money, one could easily obtain some basic information.

But the truly core and internal intelligence was something no mere Beast-Blood Warrior could know; those matters, along with the Longevity Research Department, were unknown to non-core members.

"Right, I know everything you just said, but just talk as if we're chatting," Feng Wenyu nodded and said. "Say as much as you can. Anyway, the RDX isn't in my ass, so I'm not in a hurry."

"You—" Sean was suddenly furious, yet helpless against this.

After all,

his mission was very simple: it was the White Snake. But because they had been slow to find the White Snake, if they lingered in the Xia Kingdom for too long, the risk of exposure would increase.

And it just so happened that at this time, Lord Fuli appeared. Following Sean's report, and adhering to the principle that a thief never leaves empty-handed, their employer demanded they capture it. Even if she herself didn't like fox spirit beasts, she could still use it for exchange, trading it for the extract of the snake-type spirit beasts she favored.

Who could have guessed that this fox would be so tough?

With a single whimper, it could summon the black, white, and gray forces alike.

That fox was definitely not a Hegemon-level spirit beast.

"Mm-hmm, continue, I'm listening."

Feng Wenyu nodded lightly as he listened to Sean's words, calmly speaking to record the conversation content.

Feng Wenyu understood everything Sean was saying.

In their Longevity Club, so-called beast-transformation warriors were nothing more than laborers, responsible for capturing spirit beasts all over the world for the upper-class elites to extract Longevity Fluid.

The elites enjoyed priority spirit-transformation, utilizing the most advanced American medical technology achievements.

As for the technology of beast-transformation warriors, it actually already had a prototype back in the eighties, originating from the rugged technology of the Red Giant Bear. Later, as the Red Giant Bear collapsed, America used a mix of coaxing and deception to make the Furry Bear open the doors of its spy organizations, and this prototype beast-transformation warrior technology fell into American hands.

Inside the Longevity Club, the technology enjoyed by the elites and the warriors was completely different.

The former prided themselves on being born noble.

The latter were just high-level laborers; the only way out for a beast-transformation warrior was to earn enough wealth for their whole family and for their own medical care in old age before the technology iterated and a new generation of beast-transformation warriors came to replace them.

Feng Wenyu understood all these things, but routine interrogation was a necessary task.

The relevant conversations and video recordings here will all be submitted to the relevant intelligence logistics organization, for them to take this intelligence and these conversations to cross-verify with other intelligence.

Intelligence organizations were not built in a day, but rather pieced together their foundation from inconspicuous, fragmented information.

"What, you make ninety thousand dollars a month, and after deducting medical and tax, you take home about forty thousand?"

"What, medical insurance is over twenty thousand a month?" An Sheng sat on a camping chair, drinking iced cola, using Jin Wanlin's mobile phone translation software to gossip about Feng Wenyu's interrogation of that spotted hyena. The more he heard, the more astonished he became.

The spotted hyena's monthly salary was ninety thousand dollars.

With a year-end bonus of seventeen months' pay, that meant earning over 1.5 million dollars a year.

But they couldn't file taxes through the company, so they could only hire lawyers to declare it under the 【Other】 item on the tax form.

The so-called 【Other】 item was the declaration column for income from gangs and other illegal activities.

After being hit directly with a heavy tax, they had to buy Club medical insurance for twenty-three thousand a month.

They had to buy it, because those insurance industry giants were originally Longevity Club high-level members; ordinary insurance companies did not accept insurance applications from beast-transformation warriors.

If they didn't buy medical insurance, they had to pay for injuries themselves, because the Longevity Club was a non-profit organization, and all members were spontaneous gatherings—there was no such thing as being hired.

1.5 million dollars, minus 700,000 in taxes, and then another 300,000 deducted for medical insurance.

Then, his property tax was 30,000 a year, and the mortgage followed a usurious algorithm of "nine out, seventeen in."

"... Let's go, let's go."

Originally, An Sheng still felt a bit unsatisfied; he hadn't had a good fight just now, and he wanted to drink a sip of iced cola, then go up and fight another round after the Anquan Bureau finished the interrogation.

After all, who told him to try and harm him and Yu Xueqing?

Getting beaten to death was deserved.

But as the spotted hyena reported its income and liabilities, along with the Longevity Club's various inhumane behaviors and all sorts of reasonable and legal liability-exemption operations,

An Sheng made a rough calculation.

In order to maintain a decent life for himself and his children, the spotted hyena basically had to go pick up cigarette butts to smoke at the end of every month.

If he had no money, he had to take jobs, and if he got injured taking jobs, the Club's medical insurance would raise the price and the tier... it was simply incredible.

He just felt...

the spotted hyena lived more miserably than if it were dead.

That was just federal tax and land tax; it hadn't even calculated the state consumption tax of the state he was in.

If every superpowered person lived like that spotted hyena, they might as well go honestly work a regular job.

They even dared to borrow a mortgage with "nine out, seventeen in."

Hmm... this was also borrowed from the Longevity Club, because they couldn't provide proof of stable income to banks, so they could only take credit loans from the Club's banking giants.

After listening to the spotted hyena's account,

An Sheng couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was himself, having found a pooper-scooper for himself early on.

He ate and drank entirely by acting cute and freeloading.

Otherwise, if he really lived like that spotted hyena, what little fox could endure it?

"Yu Xueqing! Yu Xueqing! I'm back!"

"Wow! You have no idea what kind of human purgatory I just saw!"

"Earning 1.5 million dollars, just a federal tax takes away 700,000, medical insurance takes another 300,000, and after paying the mortgage for three years, he hasn't even paid off the interest."

An Sheng returned to Changping Village and hurriedly darted into Yu Xueqing's arms to complain about what he had just seen.

As for other matters, the Anquan Bureau could handle them.

"Wow-wow—Master, Master, Fox-Fox simply can't believe what it saw, wow."

"There is a doggy in the mountains, and it is eating poop! Eating big mouthfuls of rotten poop!"

"???"

Having just finished lunch and currently livestreaming, Yu Xueqing looked at An Sheng with black lines on her face, raised her hand, and pried open An Sheng's mouth to check his teeth.

"Don't tell me... you couldn't refuse the hospitality and went over to eat two mouthfuls too! I promise I'll use a shoe brush to scrub your mouth!"

"Ying?"

An Sheng looked at Yu Xueqing with a bewildered face.

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