Chapter 337: Wish List Delivers Major Victory

“Hehehe!”

“You’re Beina, right? Hide well—when Master finds you, I’ll use your credit card to buy a pineapple pizza, then snap your spaghetti right in front of your eyes, forcing you to watch as I crush it into bits!”

“And I’ll post your pineapple pizza eating on Twitter, tagging your country’s commander to watch!”

Under Master Fuli’s brute force, the pressure mechanism blocking the Lingli Ruins’ entrance collapsed to the ground. Though Master Fuli couldn’t smash the door open, Bei Na and her group couldn’t drill a hole into it either.

As the wall anchors twisted and snapped, the door forged from Lingli metal officially fell.

Triumphantly, Master Fuli, under the gaze of surveillance cameras, sprawled atop Wang Qiqi’s waist, pulled out the Anquan Bureau’s walkie-talkie, and ordered the logistics team to prepare a butane stove, spaghetti, pineapple pizza, and two cups of grape Americano at the ceramic factory.

Once the pineapple pizza arrives, immediately blow it cold with a fan—don’t let Bei Na taste even a single hot bite—Master Fuli’s face brimmed with malice.

Finally, Master Fuli added to the walkie-talkie: “Don’t forget to give the delivery the lowest possible rating.”

Bei Na in the surveillance room was stunned speechless.

“You’re such a cruel fox—you’d have sparked a witch hunt in the Middle Ages,” Bei Na moaned in despair.

But Master Fuli ignored her, turning instead to the opened door. An Sheng studied it for a moment, then directly detached the door panel from its bearing-hinge frame.

Master Fuli picked up the rebar and bound it to the door panel, roughly seventy centimeters wide.

Unable to carry a sledgehammer, Master Fuli improvised with scrap steel, twisting it into a flyswatter.

“Aowu—”

Soon after the weapon was made, a wolf’s howl erupted from within the ruins—pairs of glowing green eyes lit up in the dim corridor, and massive gray wolves clad in gray-brown fur charged toward the entrance, unleashing furious volleys from vintage machine guns.

“Wa—”

Seeing the muzzle flashes, An Sheng’s fox spirit was stunned—he instinctively glanced at Wang Qiqi, puzzled.

“Sisters, what the hell did you do?”

“Fine, I could accept C4—figured they’d hand-mixed the chemicals from raw components—but now they’ve got machine guns?”

“Master—”

Wang Qiqi, hiding beside the door, as if reading Master Fuli’s confusion, spoke with a peculiar tone:

“Do you know why the beef slices in Lanzhou ramen are cut as thin as cicada wings?”

“Because there’s a village in Lanzhou that, in its poverty, once used hand-forged knives to cut rifling grooves—then, after our targeted poverty alleviation, they discovered making ramen was more profitable than cutting rifling, so now they all make ramen.”

“6”

Upon hearing this, Master Fuli gave Wang Qiqi a thumbs-up, expressing his utter disbelief.

Holy shit—I thought Xia Dong’s side was already wild enough.

Didn’t expect there were still masters next door in Changancheng.

“Damn it! In our Xia Nation, privately stockpiling firearms is a serious crime!”

“Do you want to eat bullets?”

Master Fuli cursed, then charged into the ruins’ corridor, brandishing his handcrafted flyswatter. Bullets slammed into the door panel—but no matter how hot the rounds, not a single ripple formed, not a speck of paint scratched off.

“Quick! Drag out the rocket launcher!”

Seeing their gunfire ineffective, the beast-warriors shifted tactics, preparing to bring in heavy artillery.

“Drag your damn self! Eat my flyswatter slash!”

Sensing the enemy’s bullets had run dry, Master Fuli seized the reloading gap, lunged into the hall, and swung his flyswatter with full force, smashing it onto the lead wolf’s head.

“Dang—”

A deafening skull-crack echoed through the chamber. Master Fuli grabbed the chest fur of another machine-gun wolf, yanked it upward—and the two-meter-tall wolf’s head vanished entirely into the ceiling slab.

The Lingli Ruins’ outer shell was lined with metal—but the interior structure was nowhere near so luxurious.

The place was built from rocks, roughly melted, trimmed, and stacked together.

One swipe took out a wolf-man; one hand flung another wolf-man into the ceiling.

Master Fuli stood atop cover, eyes wide, staring at the spiral staircase where a wolf-man carried a weapon case.

The wolf-man sensed imminent danger, froze stiff on the stairs, slowly lifting his head to gaze at the fox spirit holding a door panel, face dark with menace.

“I—I can explain,” the wolf-man, lacking Bei Na’s defiance, bowed his head in submission as defeat settled in.

“Stick your dog head over here!”

Master Fuli tapped the tip of his foot on the cover he stood on, raised his flyswatter, and gestured: “I’ll spare your life.”

“Oh.”

The wolf-man nodded timidly, placing his head on the staircase handrail.

“Bang!”

Master Fuli brought down the flyswatter—the wolf-man holding the dark-green weapon case stiffened instantly, his entire head sinking into the cover.

“These damn foreigners are tough—got one smack and not a single sound.”

Master Fuli joked, left hand clutching the newly seized weapon case, right hand dragging the flyswatter, sprinting swiftly toward the second basement level of the Lingli Ruins.

During the wolf-man beating, An Sheng noticed something astonishing.

Each time he shattered a wolf-man’s head, a flash of golden light appeared in his mind.

Though he had no time to check, he could tell from the glow’s intensity—it was wish power arriving.

The entire ruins reeked of wish power.

Although—

Hoarding is bad behavior, but An Sheng charged straight toward the second basement level without hesitation.

“All of you—out!”

“Listen up, you wolf pups inside—”

Master Fuli leapt down the stairs, left hand raised high with the indestructible door panel, right hand aiming a rocket launcher at the second basement level—but when he saw the scene below, his expression froze.

A foreign woman with long brown hair sat cross-legged atop a modern office desk, hands clasped behind her head, holding up what looked like an employee badge.

The badge bore her photo and clearly printed: Northwest University Student ID—Name: Bei Na Pastorale.

“You can beat me, you can force me to change clothes and humiliate me—but please, don’t make me eat pineapple pizza.”

Bei Na, leading the archaeologists’ ambush, lifted her head slightly upon seeing Master Fuli, voice heavy with defeat:

“The ruins aren’t fully excavated—the door to the third level is made of thick Lingli metal, with no entry points we can squeeze through.”

“We surrender. Please treat us well.”

【God bless—may our sacrifice secure Romanuo’s escape with the documents. Even if we can’t reach the third level, just getting the data from the second-level false wall out would be a win!—Looking at the fox before her, face stern, tiny feet exposed, Bei Na swallowed hard, devoutly whispered a prayer to God, hoping her chameleon-genetic companion would escape and carry the newly unearthed document scans to safety.】

【Wish fulfilled: Sacrifice shall not be meaningless.】

An Sheng: “...”

I’ll brew you some coffee with spaghetti in a bit.

(End of chapter)