Chapter 34: Qiang, You Came to Zhen?! (Please Keep Reading)

An Sheng had been attacked by wild boars in his past life.

Moreover, wild boars living in big cities even take public transportation, often boarding the subway in the morning to steal breakfast from early commuters.

An Sheng had been shoved by them in Jinling and the harbor district.

But back then, wild boars were still classified as “three benefits,” and An Sheng couldn’t carry those two boars back to the hotel to braise them in broad daylight—he had to endure it.

Now, An Sheng’s title of National Level Two was soaring straight up ninety thousand li!

National Level Two versus Class Three Wild Boars.

Total domination!

The combat power of National Level Two—how could a wild boar possibly understand it?

An Sheng now only wanted to blast them away, letting those wicked wild boars experience the same push-back sensation as a fox car.

…………

After settling the two dogs, Old Chen took some tools and drove to the foot of Shangpo Mountain.

“Master Fuli, it’s already late—why not come back tomorrow morning?”

Looking at the road up Shangpo Mountain and recalling the wild boars in Shougou Gully, Old Chen, holding an iron fork and a kaishan knife, felt a wave of unease.

His old bones—even with weapons—probably couldn’t withstand a two-hundred-jin boar’s charge.

“Ying ying ying!”

An Sheng turned his head, looked at timid Old Chen, and spoke sternly in rebuttal.

You don’t have to wrestle the boars—just take me there later.

If all else fails—

An Sheng seemed to think of something, his fox face wearing an expression of “I give up on you.”

“Huh? What’s that expression, Master Fuli?” Old Chen stared, utterly baffled.

But what happened next left Old Chen completely stunned.

As they climbed down the slope, Master Fuli vanished into some bushes and returned dragging a Mauser C96 submachine gun packed with bullets.

Old Chen’s eyes bulged, his mouth agape, trembling as he whispered cautiously:

“Master Fuli, did you used to make your fortune on the streets up north?”

First there was the fox riding a big plane, flying straight from Baodao into the Jiangkou and returning to Zhangxizhen.

Now he’s got a box cannon loaded with bullets too.

Even if someone told Old Chen that their village’s Master Fuli once ruled the underworld and led several gang vendettas, he’d believe it.

After all, guns and smuggling—

How else could Master Fuli get these things if he wasn’t underworld?

“Ying”

An Sheng’s face darkened; he waved his paw, signaling Old Chen to shut up.

What do you mean I used to run the streets in Xia Beihu?

I never did any of that—don’t pin false labels on me.

I’m just a little fox who eats and gets fat.

【Successful smuggling wish fulfilled: The young man from Zhangxizhen who smuggled himself into central America fired an RPG into the enemy gang boss’s car, successfully passed his graduate entrance exam, and sighed inwardly: RPGs really pack a punch—thanks to Mazu and Master Fuli’s protection, I made it in a foreign land.】

【Wish Power +1】

“????”

“I fucking—”

While climbing the mountain toward Shougou Gully, An Sheng suddenly saw a wish-fulfilled notification flash in his mind. He clicked it—and nearly toppled over onto the rocky ground.

He remembered the Zhangxizhen youth who made the wish—it was too absurd to forget.

He’d assumed the kid was just bragging, dreaming of smuggling to America to grow vegetables.

But the kid actually went—and at six a.m. in America, fired one RPG straight into a moving vehicle, blowing it sky-high.

“I—”

An Sheng, seeing the wish notification, went limp. He never imagined the kid was this terrifying—and he even thanked An Sheng for protecting him and helping him pass his exam.

I’ve never left the country—don’t lie to me! Who the hell uses an RPG to pass a graduate exam?

I beg you—sell that RPG, buy a ROG laptop, and study hard in your dorm playing Battlefield.

That’s not passing your exam—

That’s joining a gang!

“What’s wrong, Master Fuli?”

Old Chen saw Master Fuli stagger, his fox face pale with shock—he instantly grew alert, scanning the surrounding shrubs and tea bushes.

“Ying”

An Sheng let out a weak whimper, waving his paw to tell Old Chen not to worry, and to keep moving toward Shougou Gully.

If Old Chen found out one of their village’s own youths had become this terrifyingly capable—

His face would turn into a neon sign.

The era of using dragon-headed clubs to stab gang bosses is over. Now, the new bosses wield rocket launchers.

Don’t thank me! I did nothing!

…………

After a forty-minute journey, An Sheng and Old Chen reached the halfway point of the downhill slope, gazing at Shougou Gully.

One man and one fox sat on the steps, staring at Shougou Gully in silence.

Then, suddenly, distinct movement appeared on the other side of the stream in the forest.

A small wild boar with striped back, looking unusually cute, ran out and lowered its head to drink from the stream.

Then eight or nine more piglets emerged from the forest, rushing to the stream and squealing as they played.

Then a black wild boar, over two meters long, stepped out of the forest.

Immediately after, a second large black boar emerged from the woods.

“Ssshh—”

Old Chen’s heart dropped as he saw the boars emerging from the forest—he realized the situation was dire.

The boars invading Shougou Gully weren’t just one sow, as villagers had reported—they were a whole herd!

“Shhhhh—”

Before Old Chen could even fully panic or calculate how much damage the boars would do to the tea fields, another change erupted in the forest.

Along the stream, vegetation was unusually dense—but now saplings were toppling, as if some giant creature was emerging from within.

“Wuuu—”

The playful piglets, hearing the noise, let out a whimper and scrambled behind their mother, vacating the watering spot.

“Huuu—”

A massive wild boar emerged from the forest, its back covered in black steel-like bristles, tusks like crescent moon blades, face shaggy with long hair, resembling a mammoth, crowned with a tuft of blue fur on its head.

Even across the stream and hundreds of meters away, Old Chen and An Sheng could feel the sheer size of the beast.

If estimated visually, An Sheng thought its body length rivaled that of a king cobra.

Its body—excluding the tail—was over four meters long.

An Sheng turned to Old Chen and slowly raised a questioning eyebrow.

Bro, what growth hormones do you spray on these tea trees?

These boars eat them and mutate into mammoths?

I thought my past-life irradiation tech improving tea plants was already insane, barely a backyard operation.

But you guys on Great Tea Mountain really go all out!

Boars eat this and grow into mammoths.

“This—”

Old Chen was trembling, his box cannon offering zero sense of safety.

This boar’s bones could support its thousand-jin weight—such a massive beast couldn’t be killed with a few shots from even a small rifle.

If it charged, it could flip over a small truck.

Anyone brushed by it would be bruised purple and blue, with four separate puddles of blood across the four streets.

“Call the police. Must call the police—send Special Police from the Anquan Bureau,” Old Chen stammered, fumbling for his phone to take photos and report.

“Ying—”

An Sheng’s face was grim; he placed his paw on Old Chen’s arm, signaling him to put the phone away and step back.

The strange boar, after emerging from the mountains, hadn’t drunk water—it just stared with murderous eyes at the halfway point of the downhill slope.

That gaze—

An Sheng had seen it on the king cobra.

It was the look of a predator sizing up an intruder, preparing for a surprise strike.

That strange boar had spotted him!

Can’t eat it all. Can’t even boil it in a giant pot.

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