Chapter 319: Hey! I

"Although I feel I probably shouldn't ask, why are you wearing a diaper after losing a battle?"

Before departure, An Sheng visited the hospital room to see Jin Qianbao, the town-guard-level cultivator who had been defeated; as he pushed open the door, he saw Jin Qianbao with a diaper wrapped around his buttocks.

"Did a hyena just claw your ass?" An Sheng asked, his expression puzzled as he stared at Jin Qianbao.

Jin Qianbao fell silent for a moment, then said: "I was careless and fell for Lin She ’s trick—it kicked me hard right on the butt with its hind leg."

When it came to recounting his defeat, Jin Qianbao had no qualms about speaking.

Lin She ’s methods were strange, but its raw power wasn’t particularly strong; it targeted Jin Qianbao’s weak spot and delivered a furious kick, expecting to split him open on the spot—but in reality, it only scraped the skin.

"Lin She , the one that can exhale hallucinogenic musk."

"Lin She ."

After listening to Jin Qianbao’s account and Wang Qiqi’s supplementary advice on countermeasures, An Sheng wasn’t particularly concerned about Lin She ’s exhalation technique—just tighten a high-grade gas mask over your face; how could it possibly kill you?

The reason An Sheng was deep in thought was because he felt he’d heard the name Lin She somewhere before.

An Sheng thought for a moment, pulled out his phone, opened Baidu browser, and searched for Lin She ’s name.

Lin She , family Moschidae, resembles a spotted deer, but neither males nor females have antlers; its musk has high medicinal value, promoting blood circulation and relieving dysmenorrhea caused by blood stasis.

Musk can also treat post-stroke sequelae and serves as one of the ingredients in An Gong Niu Huang Wan.

Artificial musk costs fifty yuan per gram; wild Lin She musk, due to its Class I protected status, ranges from eight hundred to several thousand yuan per gram depending on quality.

"I knew it—why did the name sound familiar? I once searched for dysmenorrhea remedies and came across musk and Lin She ."

After reading Lin She ’s profile, An Sheng’s face lit up with sudden understanding.

"Alright, give me a gas mask—I’ll go extract every last bit of musk from it. Perfect, I was worried about what gift to bring back for Mid-Autumn Festival; now I’ve got premium spiritual beast musk handed to me."

Seeing that musk treats dysmenorrhea caused by blood stasis, An Sheng immediately thought of Lin Ying.

Besides, he’d already promised to visit during Mid-Autumn Festival; originally he’d planned to bring two taels of tea leaves borrowed from the mother Da Hong Pao tree—but now he had something far more practical to offer.

"Search... dysmenorrhea?"

Wang Qiqi’s face twisted into a question mark; she glanced at Fuli Lao Ye’s crotch, then at the bell that even the saddle bag couldn’t hide.

"What are you looking at? You don’t get dysmenorrhea too, do you?" An Sheng asked Wang Qiqi.

"Not at all," Wang Qiqi shrugged. Her physical condition was excellent—she roamed the mountains daily; aside from a slightly American-style sleep schedule, she had no other issues, just difficulty finding a boyfriend.

"Then let’s go!" An Sheng said.

"Alright!" Wang Qiqi replied. She led An Sheng not to the parking lot, but to the rooftop helipad.

On the top floor of the Geology and Mining Group headquarters, two heavy armed helicopters waited.

Painted matte green with no serial numbers, each had a machine gun mounted at the front and eight air-to-ground missiles slung under each side—fully armed from head to toe, radiating formidable presence.

"What is this?" An Sheng exclaimed in awe. To deal with Lin She , they deployed heavy armed helicopters? Sixteen air-to-ground missiles—would Lin She even leave behind a speck?

"Wu-20. Just refurbished recently; the newer Wu-21s replaced them, so these were retired."

Wang Qiqi walked toward the helicopter, casually explaining to Fuli Lao Ye what it was.

Helicopters were common enough, but a steel beast this size—19 meters long, 2.4 meters wide, 5 meters tall, capable of 300+ km/h—was rare in daily life.

"Lin Guanli! Get me a photo!"

Fuli Lao Ye leapt onto the helicopter, posing dramatically by the door, calling out to Lin Bingyun.

"Alright," Lin Bingyun glanced at Wang Qiqi, received her approval, then took the photo.

"Oh, wait, hold on a second," An Sheng, who had just stepped onto the helicopter with curiosity, suddenly remembered something, jumped back down, ran back into the building, and returned ten minutes later.

The returning Fuli Lao Ye carried a hammer clearly several times his own size.

As he boarded, the helicopter visibly tilted—making the pilot stare in shock at what Fuli Lao Ye had brought aboard.

But the weight—over a ton—was still within limits; the helicopter, with a maximum takeoff weight of ten tons, lifted off.

The two men left behind on the ground stared blankly at the two helicopters taking off one after the other.

"What do you mean overloaded? We two, including all our gear, weigh less than four hundred jin."

"Nonsense! You’re clearly mad we secretly farted in the cabin earlier!"

The Anquan Bureau’s armed support team members grumbled internally.

………

The heavy armed helicopter sped toward the incident site, located seventy kilometers away in Tiechuan.

The abandoned Aoshi Coal Mine was where Jin Qianbao had been ambushed by Lin She .

Along the way, Wang Qiqi explained the full story to An Sheng.

Though called an abandoned site, the mine still held vast coal reserves; it had been halted for various reasons, but recently a company had taken over, promising to resume mining and remediate the ecological damage left by previous reckless extraction.

Coal mining is highly polluting and extremely dangerous.

With someone willing to clean up the mess, the locals were eager to pass the hot potato.

During geological surveys, workers likely disturbed the Lin She living there.

Of the forty-plus workers, Lin She kicked over ten into what ordinary people would call serious injury, two into judicial-grade serious injury, and the rest fled wounded.

When word reached the Public Security Bureau and Forestry Bureau, they were both stunned.

Someone was finally willing to fund ecological restoration—this couldn’t be ruined by a single spiritual beast.

Besides, it had injured people; fortunately, the worst case only required half a year’s recovery.

That’s why Jin Qianbao had left Goulou to come to Tiechuan and persuade Lin She to return with them.

But clearly, Lin She wasn’t interested—and had kicked Jin Qianbao’s ass raw.

"Tracking signal detected—it’s hiding in the forest across the mine."

The helicopter pilot spoke into his mic, glancing at Wang Qiqi inside the cabin.

"Descend to low altitude—let Fuli Lao Ye handle negotiations. If that fails, we’ll use the helicopter’s rotor wash to disperse the hallucinogenic musk and create a clear environment for him."

Wang Qiqi gave the next mission assignment.

Of course.

She said that aloud, but inwardly knew this wouldn’t end peacefully—Fuli Lao Ye’s personality clearly had a “violence solves everything” streak.

"Paratrooper One, prepare for leap!"

An Sheng, wearing a gas mask, unfastened his harness, grabbed the giant hammer, exited the cabin, and let out a loud fox-like yelp; behind him, his tail swayed, splitting from one into four.

His snow-white, fluffy tail fluttered in the wind.

Fuli Lao Ye spun mid-air and hurled his metal hammer downward, shedding weight for his descent.

"Boom—"

The metal hammer struck the forest, triggering a thunderous explosion, accompanied by the roar of shaking earth, snapping trees, and a cloud of black coal dust rising.

The pilot, watching from the helicopter, muttered under his breath:

"That hit—except for the distance—was no different from a missile."

"There’s a difference: Fuli Lao Ye is eco-friendly and energy-efficient—one strike consumes three jin of mutton," Wang Qiqi declared with full confidence.

The pilot: "…"

Come to think of it, the boss had a point.

Sending Fuli Lao Ye was way cheaper.

(End of Chapter)