"Little An... this isn't right, how about I treat you to some August Melons later? They're super sweet."
Aqing raised a giant salamander high from the stream with both arms, trying earnestly to persuade the little fox that was hopping around trying to bite the salamander's tail.
The salamander bit the little fox's tail.
Now the little fox wanted to eat its fish sashimi.
"Quack?"
The dazed salamander, a bit dizzy from all the spinning, made an absent-minded croaking sound, not understanding what was happening.
"Aqing, don't be afraid. Foxes are also considered a Class II protected animal in our country. I checked before, salamanders are at the same level as me. It's not illegal for An to deal with it..."
Aqing ran ahead, with the little fox chasing behind.
"No, no, you can't eat protected animals!" Aquing tossed the salamander back into the stream, firmly holding the little fox's snout, urging the salamander to escape swiftly.
Under Ansheng and Aqing's watchful eyes, the salamander unhurriedly returned to the stream, opening its mouth wide to eat small fish fry.
"Or... shall we catch it for a hot pot?" Ansheng glanced sideways at Aqing and asked.
Aqing uncharacteristically fell into a brief silence, as if pondering why salamanders hadn't gone extinct.
"Mr. Lucky Fox! Is Mr. Lucky Fox here? I'm the Head of the Monkey King..."
Just as Ansheng and Aqing squatted by the stream, watching the salamander eat, a series of monkey calls echoed through the forest, searching for Mr. Lucky Fox all over the world.
"Beast! Shut your mouth!"
The alert Mr. Lucky Fox was shocked when he heard the "chitter" sounds echoing in the forest and responded with a loud wail toward the forest.
"Huh? What are you shouting for?"
The loud monkeys only echoed across the dense forest. The sensitive-eared Mr. Lucky Fox heard the monkey calls from afar, but Aqing only heard the sound of the clear stream and was thus curious about what the little fox had yelled at.
"It's nothing, just a wild monkey in the forest saying it wants to hang out with me. I told it to get lost; An is here to attend class with Aqing!"
Ansheng declared confidently, not wanting to care about what business the wild monkey had with him.
"Did you make new friends?" Aqing contemplated and said, "You can go play with friends, but it's best not to stray too far from the valley, or else, we might not be able to find Little An when we head down the mountain later."
The next lesson required Aqing to use a portable laser-induced breakdown spectroscopy device along the route from yesterday to analyze the elemental composition of the soil along the way and upload the data.
Her activity range wasn't large, so if Little An's friends wanted to play with him, Aqing would definitely agree.
Otherwise, Little An would feel very embarrassed,
kind of like the dogs in Changxi Town, always roaming the streets in groups, calling out to friends. If you can't go out, you'd lower your head when you see those dogs later on.
"Go play!"
Aqing confidently pushed the little fox out, indicating that he should have fun with his friends, but not cause trouble.
"Why..."
"Your facial expression is the same as mine, filled with pride and confidence. What were you imagining just now?" Ansheng, being pushed by Aqing, complained.
Mr. Lucky Fox's little fox face fell, evidently not willing to deal with the wild monkeys in the forest.
He rarely got the chance to stick close to Aqing.
Now, suddenly, a wild monkey popped up, and no one would be pleased.
As far as Ansheng knew, the Security Bureau in Chang'an City was busy interrogating Bianchi, using syringes as thick as an arm to extract his marrow.
The Monkey King's summons didn't seem like anything important.
"Speak up! What's the matter?"
With a downcast face, Mr. Lucky Fox approached the forest's edge and looked at the wild monkey carrying an M171 submachine gun and a backpack.
"I don't know! The Monkey King just told me to deliver something to Mr. Lucky Fox and have him sign it before sending it back to the homestay..."
The macaque descended from the tree, explaining the whole situation with gestures.
Ansheng looked puzzled, unzipped the backpack, and saw several folders inside. He casually pulled one out and opened it to peek inside.
The folder opened.
A double R emblem caught his eye.
Cullinan configuration sheet.
"?"
Ansheng looked at the car configuration sheet and slowly cast a questioning glance at the wild monkey carrying the submachine gun opposite:
"Are you sure the Monkey King didn't mix up what he's giving me?"
"I don't know! The Monkey King just said to give this to Mr. Lucky Fox." The wild monkey said honestly.
"......"
Ansheng's expression turned strange as he set down the folder and took out another from the backpack.
This folder contained no words, just dimensional diagrams of several hammers, obviously for Ansheng to choose a style for the Security Bureau to recast a handy weapon for Mr. Lucky Fox.
The other two folders included a receipt from the Xia Dong Materials Company and a housing purchase contract for the second ring of the Imperial Capital, with a repayment period of one hundred years.
"Give me your walkie-talkie."
Seeing the century-long repayment contract, even the usually composed Mr. Lucky Fox couldn't maintain his expression as he asked the wild monkey for the walkie-talkie.
"Hello, hello, can the Monkey King hear me? I've received the documents that the monkey head was supposed to pass on to me."
"But what's with the contract in the backpack?" Mr. Lucky Fox's mouth twitched slightly as he queried over the walkie-talkie.
After Mr. Lucky Fox finished speaking, the voice of the Monkey King came through the walkie-talkie:
"The home loan contract? That contract is for the house the Parasitic Beast bought. It says it'll put the house in your name and then pay off the mortgage and renovation loan in installments..."
"Nineteen million eight per square meter, over three hundred square meters, it makes sense to repay it over a hundred years."
The Monkey King's tone carried a subtle nuance as he spoke.
Spirit Beasts taking loans to buy houses and renovate.
A genuine case of capital dominating Spirit Beasts.
But one had to admit, the Parasitic Beast was genuinely filial, asked the logistics support team members where the best houses were, and applied for a loan from the Security Bureau to buy a house, a whopping seventy million loan.
Of course.
With the Fungal Parasitic Beast's income, as long as it diligently took on the role of fieldwork, it wouldn't take a century to repay the loan.
But the Security Bureau, fearing the Parasitic Beast would starve and rely solely on photosynthesis to survive, extended the loan duration.
"Oh wow! Incredible! The Fungal Parasitic Beast is serious!"
Ansheng was nearly dumbfounded by the information.
"Then... the Cullinan configuration sheet—could it be another loan by the Parasitic Beast through you guys?"
"Cullinan? The car isn't. Didn't you previously detain a member of the Meredici Family and request compensation in the form of a Cullinan? Their butler is in detention contacting the 4S store for a sale with you." The Monkey King explained.
The butler himself hadn't committed a major crime, considered an accessory at most, especially given his vigorous confession to Miss Feina.
After reaching some consensus with the Security Bureau, he was only sentenced to a fifteen-day detention.
Ansheng fell into a momentary silence, lifting his fox paw to scratch his slightly swelling, warm head.
"Old Monkey..."
"Hmm?"
"I think I've discovered a physical law distinct from modern mechanics."
"Hmm!?"
"I call it the Great Hammer Law: the heavier Mr. Lucky Fox's hammer power, the more likely it is to turn bragging into reality..."
Monkey King: "........"
Museum Professor: "......."
The physics you mentioned is Martial Force!
You almost had us mistaken.