Chapter 276: You

“I can prove I’m not!”

Seeing the machete swing toward his head, Ge Qiang—terrified to the point of losing his soul—suddenly summoned strength from nowhere, tearing off his own clothes.

After his Tang suit ripped apart, Ge Qiang’s pale-pink chest and abdominal muscles were revealed; though his face bore the appearance of an elderly man, his skin’s tightness and luster rivaled that of a twenty-year-old.

If not for An Sheng learning from his wish list that He Ying’s mother would eventually be deceived by this man.

Upon seeing Ge Qiang, one would likely mistake him for a wealthy man who mastered longevity practices.

Someone willing to spend tens of millions annually on medical care and beauty treatments to slow aging, to join the Longevity Club.

“Look! I’m still black! These wrinkles on my face? Special effects makeup!”

After breaking free from Fu Li's grasp, Ge Qiang did nothing else but immediately pull his pants down to his knees, exposing himself.

“I’m only twenty-seven! My ID is in the backstage cabinet. How could a twenty-seven-year-old become an honorary university president? Even if I’d started studying for the postgraduate exam and civil service exam since birth, I still couldn’t have gotten this position!”

“This is all a misunderstanding! I truly didn’t offend Master Hu! Please don’t chop me!”

Whether it was necessary to say or not, Ge Qiang no longer cared.

A wise man adapts to circumstances; no one suddenly being hunted by foxes could remain calm.

Ge Qiang was completely stunned—he’d just been bluffing about absorbing the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon, never expecting an actual fox spirit to appear, holding a machete with terrifying social grace, chasing him to kill him.

“Hey!”

Fuli Lao Ye stood up, his height barely higher than Ge Qiang’s waist; though separated by nearly a meter, every detail was still clearly visible.

Fuli Lao Ye turned his face away, visibly disgusted, forcibly ordering Ge Qiang to face the elderly audience.

Exposed before everyone, not a single student or staff member could speak.

Even the eloquent Ge Qiang, facing Fuli Lao Ye with a weapon, became tongue-tied.

Though he had begun spiritual transformation, his physical strength only surpassed top athletes.

Far from reaching the level of a lumberjack-level spiritual being.

Facing a fox spirit capable of smashing the stage with one punch, Ge Qiang’s calculations meant nothing—he couldn’t figure out how many slashes the fox could deliver in a second, nor did he want to know how many pieces he’d be cut into.

“You. Yes, the one hiding like a turtle.” After exposing Ge Qiang’s fraud, An Sheng ignored him and gestured to Xiao Wu, who was peeking from behind the stage.

“Go to that windowsill over there—you’ll see an Hermès saddle bag. Bring it to me.”

At Fuli Lao Ye’s command, Xiao Wu rushed to the broken window, found the bag outside, picked it up timidly, and handed it to Fuli Lao Ye.

Ge Qiang involuntarily glanced sideways.

Fuli Lao Ye took out a phone from the bag and recorded a short video of Ge Qiang.

Ge Qiang: “.”

Holy shit! You can’t upload this to Moments, right?

“Hey? Where are you guys? That Ge Professor—I checked him out. Tiny little thing, talks big. But he does know some spiritual tech—he can lift a solid wood dining table with one hand.”

An Sheng was calling Wang Qiqi, preparing to explain the situation.

The double doors of the banquet hall suddenly exploded inward under a battering ram; Wang Qiqi appeared at the entrance.

“Mm, I just saw it on the surveillance.” Wang Qiqi’s voice came through the speaker.

An Sheng rolled his eyes, hung up, and looked at Wang Qiqi at the door:

“You think Fuli Lao Ye’s phone bill is free? Standing at the door taking my call? Remember to submit the reimbursement!”

As Wang Qiqi entered, plainclothes security officers and Anquan Bureau logistics personnel streamed in.

They showed their credentials and ordered all students and staff to sit down.

From their instinctive grip on the bulges at their waists, everyone immediately realized one thing.

“Zhang Ke, sit down. Move one more inch, and your social security will be downgraded to the lowest tier. If you can’t explain this, you’ll all be charged with trafficking strategic materials.”

Seeing the real military arrive, several elderly men who had clearly retired from their posts suddenly perked up, ready to demand answers—only to be silenced by threats from the logistics team.

Social security is purchased by residents.

It can’t be outright canceled, but regulations allow for demotion of offenders—from the highest tier of over ten thousand yuan down to two hundred yuan per month.

The logistics team had ample experience handling stubborn elderly people.

If they had social security, attack that. If not, threaten their descendants. If they’re businessmen, audit their taxes.

…………

“Take off your makeup.”

Wang Qiqi ignored the elderly crowd, walked straight onto the stage, pulled a rugged three-proof phone from the back pocket of her loose jeans, and looked at Ge Qiang and all relevant staff.

Wang Qiqi raised her phone, scanning the faces of Ge Qiang and the staff; individual files appeared on the screen. She didn’t speak immediately, only studied the information displayed.

“By the way, what kind of phone is that? I saw Old Feng use one before—scan someone, and it tells you exactly what kind of underwear they’re wearing.”

An Sheng asked Wang Qiqi.

“Mm, explaining is complicated. Just think of it as a royal sword of justice.”

“For any incident involving spiritual beasts, if we’re called in, the minimum charge is treason—up to crimes against humanity or war crimes. After taking their death photos, we can deploy heavy weaponry to cleanse the area.”

Wang Qiqi replied, finding no record of Ge Qiang having any connection to spiritual particle research or related industries in his academic or employment history.

After obtaining the necessary information, Wang Qiqi looked at Ge Qiang and said:

“Pyramid scams and fraud are now irrelevant. Mr. Ge Qiang, we formally notify you: based on your educational background and work history, we are evaluating you.”

“You may choose any two from: colluding with overseas hostile organizations, trafficking strategic materials, treason, or the lesser charge of espionage.”

“You don’t need to speak. We don’t require a complete logical chain to convict—just seeing your actions is enough to determine guilt.”

Ge Qiang’s records clearly showed he had never been exposed to spiritual particle research or related institutions—so where did he obtain spiritual particle-related items?

Either from overseas nations, or the Longevity Club, which belongs to no country.

Domestic spiritual particle organizations exist, but all are registered; the state does not disclose information about spiritual revival and never speaks out.

No spiritual being, no matter how strong, can outmatch a 99A artillery barrel.

None can outpace a supersonic fighter jet.

“????”

After hearing Wang Qiqi’s words, Ge Qiang froze, then turned his gaze to Fuli Lao Ye:

“Uh… Master Hu, may I ask—what is this lady’s position?”

“Anquan Bureau.”

“Oh.”

Hearing the childlike voice, Ge Qiang’s face lit up with sudden understanding. He dropped to his knees quickly: “Your Excellency, I have information to report! Can I become a cooperating witness? I love my country most—I’ll be standing in the trench the moment America or Europe attacks!”

“Oh no—I’ll be digging the trench with a shovel.”

An Sheng: “.”

Wang Qiqi: “.”

“Go ahead, say whatever. I’ll listen casually,” Wang Qiqi said, shaking her head.

“So, six months ago I lost my job. While using a ladder to apply silicone sealant, I accidentally saw a channel promising sixty thousand yuan monthly income. I clicked in while still sealing.”

“Then I saw they had offline courses in Changancheng—go there and get two thousand yuan travel allowance. Back then I was horny, so after sealing, I ran right over.”

“Wait—you seal during the day?” The little fox stared at Ge Qiang in disbelief.

“Yes! It feels thrilling—like someone’s watching me from inside the room.”

Faced with the Anquan Bureau’s name, Ge Qiang had none of his former bravado—he spilled everything.

“He’s a pervert. The company fired him because he stripped down and applied sealant on his boss’s desk after hours—got a public security penalty for it.” Wang Qiqi glanced at her phone screen and explained to Fuli Lao Ye.

Fuli Lao Ye’s disgust deepened.

Xiao Wu and the others were stunned.

They knew Ge Qiang was young, but they’d assumed he was a powerful cultivator who just happened to be greedy.

Otherwise, how could he lift a solid wood dining table with one hand?

Ge Qiang spoke knowledgeably about pharmacology—his only flaw seemed to be greed.

But Wang Qiqi’s words shattered their worldview.

“Boss’s desk? Male or female?”

“Forty-something middle-aged man.”

“6.”

(End of Chapter)