Chapter 62: You Better Memorize the Animal Protection Law!

A black business car slowly entered the alleyways of Changle Street under cover of night.

“Little Lin, I sent you a text. Follow the list and buy these things for me.”

As the black business car came to a stop, Lin Ying spoke slowly to the driver up front.

“Understood.”

Little Lin glanced at the text message. Lin Ying had sent a shopping list—fifteen or sixteen kinds of snacks and various drinks.

Little Lin took one look, asked nothing, got out of the driver’s seat, ran to a supermarket on Changle Street, bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of water, then slumped onto a bench and lit up.

The back door of the business car opened, and An Sheng burst out, clutching a plastic bag.

A white shadow flashed past, scaling the high wall as if walking on flat ground until it reached the third-floor windowsill.

“Hey—I love guys who smoke in their offices.”

An Sheng grinned wickedly, eyeing the exhaust fan above Gao Feng’s office window.

Ever since the last incident with the fox’s deliberate revenge, Gao Feng Wisdom Consulting now locks all doors and windows after hours to ensure no one can get in.

But they only guarded against human intruders—they never built defenses tailored to a fox’s small size.

An Sheng squeezed through the exhaust vent into Gao Feng Consulting.

“You’re lucky this time—I’ve thought of everything.”

On this second visit to Gao Feng Consulting, An Sheng didn’t wreck things as before. Instead, he clearly opened the window, unplugged the surveillance room’s power, then sneaked into the bathroom.

“Hehehe—”

An Sheng checked whether the toilet flushed properly. Once certain there was no issue, he replicated the classic move: used Vinda tissue and glue to block the toilet.

Then he stood on the toilet lid, carefully lifted the tank cover, placed all four ceramic lids on the floor, pulled out glass sealant, and applied a thick ring around each lid’s edge.

“Ta-da—rotten herring cans make their entrance!” An Sheng grinned wickedly, opened a herring can, tossed one into each ceramic toilet tank, then immediately sealed the tank with the glued lid.

“Ugh.”

During the operation, An Sheng, curious, sniffed the spoiled herring can.

In under three seconds, the once pristine white fox turned red-hot and sprinted to the sink, gagging.

The smell of rotten herring cans was an overpowering stench of dead fish, mixed with a salty brine—fermented into an olfactory bomb.

“.”

The red-hot fox gradually calmed down. An Sheng, silenced by his own trap, thought for a moment, picked up the discounted hand soap on the sink, and poured it into the last toilet tank.

After emptying the soap, An Sheng opened the final herring can, turned his head away, and shoved the contents into the tank before sealing it.

“Oh, and the sink too.”

An Sheng rushed to the sink, replicated his earlier move, and blocked the drainpipe.

Then he poured in hand soap. When the drain began to back up, the soap would spread along the tile floor through the pipe.

“Let’s give this place a proper fix too.”

An Sheng ran to the water dispenser, overturned the water jug, poured in powerful laxatives, then rushed to the first-floor bar counter, crushed the laxatives, and stuffed them into every drink can.

An Sheng grabbed a cloth and wiped away the powder and his own spilled water from the counter.

“Too bad Yu Xueqing doesn’t have a USB drive—I couldn’t send that ‘Ants and Elephants.avi’ video to their client group like I planned.”

An Sheng sighed helplessly, a trace of regret flickering across his face.

Though the little fox muttered regret, his hands moved swiftly, mixing casting adhesive.

Casting adhesive was strangely useful—an item no ordinary household would ever need.

Commonly used in mechanical repair, it was touted as capable of bonding ships, aircraft carriers, and jet metal, down to excavator arms.

A tiny tube cost Lin Ying four hundred yuan.

The tough guy among adhesives—that’s casting adhesive.

An Sheng sealed Gao Feng’s safe and packed the gaps in the filing cabinets full.

The remaining dozens of grams, he didn’t waste—he ran to the teapot display cabinet, jumbled all the lids, then glued them all shut with casting adhesive.

“. Too bad casting adhesive is too thick and needs time to reach peak hardness—otherwise, if I’d stuck it to the seats, I could’ve sewn shut Gao Feng’s ass that lacks an anus.”

Casting adhesive’s strength lies in its high durability, corrosion resistance, and ability to directly repair hull breaches—it’s extremely hard to remove.

But its flaw is the long curing time.

Suppose someone’s ass got permanently glued with casting adhesive to ideal hardness.

Either acid-wash the ass, or slowly cut it with a small grinder—or just sit in the toilet and pick at it.

“Ying ying ying.”

An Sheng walked out, defeated, grabbed a broom and mop, swept and mopped the entire office, triple-checked that Gao Feng Consulting looked spotless inside and out, then retraced his steps.

An Sheng returned to the front of the business car, jumped up, and tapped on the window.

Lin Ying opened the door and let An Sheng in.

“I wiped you off.”

Lin Ying sent a message to Little Lin, then pulled out wet wipes from the center console and cleaned the dust off An Sheng’s fur from climbing the exhaust vent.

“Ying ying ying!”

An Sheng leapt onto the seat and extended his fox paws, signaling Lin Ying to wipe his paw pads.

Since being reborn as a fox, one of An Sheng’s biggest daily annoyances was how inconvenient it was to use his phone.

Walking on the ground, his shock-absorbing paw pads got dusty and couldn’t touch the screen.

Also, if he didn’t shave his foot fur, it affected touchscreen sensitivity.

Of course, the sensitivity issue wasn’t that bad!

What annoyed An Sheng most was that every time he saw hair on the screen, he instinctively blew on it.

Only after his mouth went dry did he realize the hair on the screen was his own.

Just. Annoying. Being a fox.

【Go to Changping Mountain Pet Park. There, creatures suspected to be spiritual beasts have been spotted.】 An Sheng typed on the screen after Lin Ying finished cleaning his paw pads.

Lin Ying nodded gently and told Little Lin to drive.

…………

As An Sheng headed to Changping Mountain.

On the rooftop of Changping Mountain Pet Park, Chen Zhi sat eating, his gaze drifting toward the Jianghe River ahead, his teeth grinding:

“You’d better memorize the Animal Protection Law!”

“Or else, if you fall into my hands,”

“I’ll peel your skin off and turn it into a belt!”

(End of chapter)