Chapter 262: Wang Qiqi [Third Update]

"That Mr. Fuli, it's so hot—would you like a cold cola to cool down?"

Wang Qiqi poked her head out from in front of the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, glancing into the lobby, then slowly pulled out a can of cold cola she'd just bought at the convenience store, waved it in front of the window, and asked Mr. Fuli:

Hearing a voice, Mr. Fuli froze mid-call, barely steadying his two slipping little paws, and turned his head toward the hotel entrance.

But.

At first glance, An Sheng's expression went slack; his fox face twisted into a look of utter disbelief, so stunned he even forgot to hold his tail steady.

Mr. Fuli plopped down onto the water-smeared marble floor of the hotel lobby, trembling as he lifted his tiny paw, face filled with shock:

"Cat girl!"

"There's a cat girl at the hotel entrance!"

Before approaching the blunt-weapon-wielding Mr. Fuli, Wang Qiqi, peering out from beside the floor-to-ceiling window, sensed potential danger.

So before coming closer, she'd injected herself with a special Spirit Granule serum.

Now, atop Wang Qiqi's head grew a pair of golden golden-panther triangular ears; her hand gripping the cola had sprouted thick black claws; an eighty-centimeter panther tail curled and unfurled behind her, swaying lazily.

Seeing Wang Qiqi's panther-girl form, Mr. Fuli, sitting slumped in the hotel lobby, immediately confirmed: the golden panther he'd just knocked out was indeed, as he'd suspected, a member of the Anquan Bureau's Pest Control Unit.

Also known colloquially as: the lumberjacks.

Even though he'd known beforehand that the golden panther belonged to the Changancheng Lumberjack Squad,

he still had to knock it down.

Spirit beasts possess fierce territorial instincts; within the golden panther's territory, all wild and domestic animals answer only to King Golden Panther.

Animals in this area, even if they encounter other spirit beasts, might pretend to be clueless, roll over, and show their bellies in feigned submission—but the next second, they could turn and sprint straight to the golden panther to tattle.

One territory, one overlord.

For ordinary small animals, their king is only the golden panther—unless… the king's position changes!

Otherwise, even if the Three Pure Ones themselves showed up today, it wouldn't matter!

That's precisely why, even when An Sheng suspected the spiritual overlord of Changancheng might be tied to the lumberjacks, he still chose to provoke.

Who's the boss doesn't matter.

An Sheng only wants the authority of a Retired Emperor.

Only by holding that authority can An Sheng, as Mr. Fuli, appear over the next year, spread Mr. Fuli's gospel, fulfill the wishes of the local people, and deliver a crushing blow to gain +3 Devotion.

If he doesn't knock down the golden panther, how can he ever command the accomplices of Changancheng?

With the city's pets as allies, wherever a vicious spirit beast appears, Mr. Fuli will descend from the heavens.

Mr. Fuli's new gospel!

…………

"Come here."

After his initial shock, An Sheng's curiosity flared; he waved at the cat-girl with panther ears: "Hurry over, Mr. Fuli wants to pat your big tail."

"Pat my tail?"

Wang Qiqi froze, a strange expression flickering across her face.

A chubby fox speaking human words, right in front of her, saying he wanted to pat her—

This kind of thing… was just weird.

But after her initial observation, the fox known as "Jiule City's Mr. Fuli"

was exactly as the dossier described: naturally hostile toward violent spirit beasts, yet unusually friendly toward humans and cold cola.

"Fine!"

"But Mr. Fuli, I have one question—you bought a house and car in Jiule City, right? Why are you in Changancheng?"

Wang Qiqi stepped out from behind cover, revealing her straight, beautiful legs previously hidden by the building.

She wore a short skirt; from her knees down, her legs were covered in golden-panther-like fur, and she walked naturally on her toes, pads touching the ground.

Wang Qiqi walked toward Mr. Fuli and asked why he'd come to Changancheng.

"Aqing came to study, so I came too," Mr. Fuli replied in a childlike voice, then glanced at Wang Qiqi with a peculiar expression and instinctively reached out his paws.

"Came to Changancheng to study?"

Mr. Fuli's answer completely surprised Wang Qiqi; she froze, staring at the white four-tailed fox on the ground, whose four fluffy tails lay limp, damp with water.

The little fox gazed at her, arms outstretched—like a child begging for a hug.

Hearing the crisp, childlike voice, Wang Qiqi instinctively reached out to pick up Mr. Fuli and continue asking about him.

But Wang Qiqi didn't notice the water stains beneath her feet.

Or rather, even if you killed her, she'd never have imagined it.

The hotel lobby's water-smeared marble floor was as slick as a freshly resurfaced ice rink.

And.

Wang Qiqi also didn't notice that An Sheng's gaze, fixed on her, wasn't on her at all—but on the can of blue cola in her hand, the one she was about to hand over.

"Shit!"

Ever since her feline transformation, Wang Qiqi had walked on her toes; when her foot slipped on the water-stained marble, the cola flew from her grip—no surprise.

"I got it!"

An Sheng, arms wide open, waiting for the cola to fall, used his four tails to push off the floor, gliding two meters, and caught the cola just before it hit the ground.

"Psst."

After catching the canned cola, An Sheng expertly popped it open.

"Thud—"

Startled by the slip, Wang Qiqi instinctively swung her arms back to brace herself, attempting a backflip to land in a position advantageous for surveying her surroundings.

But her padded palms slid just as easily on the marble floor.

Wang Qiqi was startled again; her tail bristled, and she crashed heavily onto the wet floor, staring at the ceiling in existential doubt.

Wang Qiqi struggled to rise, but the seemingly clear water stains were inexplicably sticky, slippery to the touch.

The more she struggled, the more she slipped; her entire body became soaked.

"The hotel waxed the floor last night, and the fountain water probably had anti-algae and insect repellent added…" Mr. Fuli cradled the cola in both paws, watching the thrashing panther-girl: "Getting covered in unknown chemicals isn't a good thing, you know…"

Mr. Fuli's childlike voice chirped soothingly to Wang Qiqi.

Meanwhile, Wang Qiqi, whose head had banged against a shard of the fountain, felt a sharp pain and curled up—her safety panties exposed in the hotel lobby.

The white underpants had a red patch in the center.

An Sheng tilted his fox head sideways, seeing the red mark—it was a printed design.

The design was a red fist.

It raised its middle finger.

Below it, in bold black letters: 【WHY DON'T YOU LOOK AT YOUR MOM'S PEN?】

"Mmm?"

The little fox tilted his head from left to right, letting out a confused little mew.

So weird.

(End of Chapter)