"Yahaha—woo woo woo!"
The little fox in Ah Qing's arms squirmed and whimpered, the comfort and confusion on its little face completely undeniable.
Ah Qing currently seemed to be sleepwalking, but as if she gained some peculiar sense, her massage technique received an epic enhancement, flipping the little fox over.
"So..."
"Why am I the one getting beaten up?" Uncle Jinlong stood on his two short legs, leaning against the doorpost, lizard-like hands clinging to the door, his face full of resentment as he watched the scene inside.
With Lord Fortunate distracting Ah Qing, Jin Wanlin, once certain that Ah Qing's condition was stable, immediately began to organize the medical staff to evacuate from the special hospital ward.
Within Jin Wanlin's heart, although she had a lot of questions she wanted to ask Lord Fortunate.
But she didn't waste time there, instead, she went straight to the surveillance room, found the hard drive with the special ward's camera footage, and packaged all the relevant videos.
The transformation Ah Qing underwent after injecting the Spirit Particle Potion possessed significant academic research value.
Not to mention the fact that an untrained ordinary person could become a martial arts master.
Just the way Ah Qing picked up Lord Fortunate and massaged him until he whimpered non-stop, toes almost stiffening, with a lazy expression that seemed he might topple over, was worth a deep study by the School of Animal Science.
Time slowly passed.
With the little fox in her arms, Ah Qing went to bed, cheek rubbing against the little fox's, closing her own eyes.
Her previously somewhat thickened, beast-like hands instantly returned to their original form, the previously expressionless face suddenly furrowed, letting out a series of awkward moaning sounds.
"Mmm... can't eat anymore." Ah Qing mumbled in her sleep.
While sleepwalking, Ah Qing ended up eating the fast food originally meant for the logistics support staff of the Security Bureau.
Including the takeaways ordered by Jin Wanlin, Uncle Jinlong, and twelve plainclothes officers, as well as medical staff from upstairs and downstairs, all ended up in Ah Qing's stomach.
Or rather.
Ah Qing was because she smelled the aroma of food, entered this peculiar state of Spiritualization sleepwalking, and mistook Uncle Jinlong for someone trying to steal food, pressing him to the ground for repeated rubbing.
Almost making Uncle Jinlong roll his eyes.
"Everyone out! Ah Qing's asleep..." Ansheng jumped to the ground from the bed, landing on all fours, casually wandering out of the ward to the nurse station hall, shouting toward the main entrance.
While speaking, Ansheng went to where he earlier took off his clothes, fished out a lighter from inside the clothes without knowing where it came from, tossed it on the floor, then took a phone out of his pocket.
Lord Fortunate stood upright, sat down on the hard wooden sofa in the hall, opened WeChat, sent Housekeeper Lin a message, then opened the browser and entered the keyword "black hole" to start searching for images.
"By the way, what time is it?" Lord Fortunate looked at Jin Wanlin and asked.
"It should be... a little after two in the afternoon?" Jin Wanlin calculated the time and replied.
"Oh..."
Lord Fortunate acknowledged, opened the Bluebird app, went to Vimal's personal account, and appended a black hole image to her short video of luring kids, launching an aggressive verbal attack on Vimal's butt.
And amazingly.
Just after Lord Fortunate sent out one message, while editing a second message, the first message already garnered over a thousand likes, and nearly a hundred comments appeared in the comment section.
All uniformly attacking Vimal's bottom, ridiculing Vimal's use of acid at critical points, impersonating a young girl.
Like Vimal pooping in a meat grinder and running to an ice machine, slamming her butt inside to pee, the comments were full of leaks and ridicule.
Lord Fortunate's account, though just recently registered, gained over a thousand followers related to conspiracy theory in a day and more than ten thousand new followers in total.
Fourteen thousand followers, all real people.
Wherever Lord Fortunate commented, within half an hour, there'd be thousands of likes, reaching a peak of fourteen thousand likes within twenty-four hours.
These followers, all part of Grandmaster Lin's like army gathered from Bharata, focusing on good service.
As Lord Fortunate commented on Vimal, the like army directly flooded her comment section.
"........"
Sitting beside Lord Fortunate, Jin Wanlin, witnessing Lord Fortunate making highly suggestive comments online, couldn't help the slight twitch of her mouth, not sure what to say.
Under Lord Fortunate's leadership, everything related to Vimal's corporate group and executives got a sweep.
All negative comments about Vimal.
Lord Fortunate even proactively fabricated rumors, claiming that Vimal had bodies in her fridge and a priest's stash in the wardrobe.
After hammering Vimal, Lord Fortunate tagged conspiracy theory organizations from his follow list, inviting them to come and spectate Vimal's bottom.
After causing chaos on Vimal's account and related corporate accounts, Lord Fortunate didn't stop, immediately going to the accounts of the American leaders and relevant ministers, exerting effort to leave a big one for them.
Directly targeting the Longevity Club, exposing their control over Spirit Particle Technology, freely distributing the Life-extending Potion to seduce the influential and powerful.
And intending to become the new landlords of the era.
As long as their plan succeeded, they could become so-called superior humans, not having to worry about being hanged.
Lord Fortunate even attached photos.
Like the Beast Warrior, Father Bianchi, kicking at the Forest Wolf Organization within the European Union.
Even.
Within the phone's photo album, there were videos of Spirit Particle Era ruins specially prepared by Lin Qi for Lord Fortunate.
In half an hour.
Through copying and pasting, Lord Fortunate managed to meddle in the accounts of over a hundred people.
If it weren't for tagging conspiracy organizations wasting some time.
Lord Fortunate felt, with his speed and reaction capability, he could've hit two hundred people with strong punches.
Wherever the popular fans were, he'd go spill the beans, the like army would follow closely, crazy shitting without needing paper.
"Lord Fortunate..."
"Were you fighting them?" Jin Wanlin, observing the whole time without stopping Lord Fortunate, just asked after he finished bustling.
"Fighting what? Just tell me, was there any falsehood in what I just said?"
"If they dare provoke me again, next time, I'll go live as a fox and tear them apart..." Lord Fortunate said disdainfully:
"I dare to go live and tear them apart, do they dare come to Xia Country and confront me on the highway? Your Security Bureau dares to curse, so do I, those who don't dare to speak for fear of affecting some grand perception, well, I'll speak for sure!"
"If the Longevity Club is capable, they shouldn't help me clean up my mess."
"Let's see who ends up hanging from the lamppost!"
Jin Wanlin thought for a moment and quipped, "After hearing your description, it doesn't seem like you fought them, but rather pinned them down and violated them..."
"Enjoy the Fire Fox Master's browser plugin." Lord Fortunate finished, thought for a moment, then found a picture of a fox pooping online and sent it to the president's comment section.