"Whoa—"
Master Fuli stood up on his hind paws, speaking with an air of justified pride, which startled Old Yang, causing him to slide off the black walnut chair and land heavily on the floor.
Old Yang's legs trembled, unable to get up, but very instinctively crawled toward a corner, intending to escape upstairs and get away from the bizarre scene before him.
"......"
Chen Bohai didn't move, his face was blank, eyes staring at Master Fuli at the door, his brain completely froze, he was left there, utterly dumbfounded.
And Chen Bohai's two wives were also stupefied. They looked at their husband and then at the Fox Immortal at the door.
"Old Deng, if you try to run, beware that Master Fuli might splash red paint on your house tonight!"
"Imagine the power of red paint splashed by Master Fuli! It'll guarantee you bad luck for ten years!"
Master Fuli folded his arms, glanced sideways at Old Yang who was attempting to crawl away, and flashed a mischievous grin.
And as soon as Master Fuli spoke, Old Yang, who was crawling in an attempt to escape, stiffened all over, and no matter what, he couldn't extend his hands to crawl away anymore.
Master Fuli's warning had a critical hit effect.
The maliciousness of his words and the harshness of the curse instilled a deep fear within Old Yang. Death was nothing, but if he were truly plagued with bad luck for ten years, losing every gamble and every business venture, that would be real hell!
"Alright..."
Old Yang's expression changed several times, quickly getting up, dusting off his dirty clothes, and hurriedly running back to his seat.
"Arctic Fox, come over!"
Master Fuli, seeing that he had managed to control the situation, beckoned to the Arctic Fox on the windowsill, instructing it to squat in front of him. The Arctic Fox glared at its foes, emitting harsh "chirps" from its mouth.
"This fox of mine, Master Fuli, loves to reason. You all tell me, how do you want this debt for bullying my little brother to be settled?"
"I didn't falsely accuse you all!" Master Fuli pulled out a razor he bought from the hardware store, looked at the gradually terrified Chen Bohai, and said:
"You shaved it like this, I should shave all of you into Mediterranean hairstyles and paint your buttocks; that's not excessive, right?"
"Master..... Master Fuli...."
Chen Bohai's arm trembled, and he gingerly took out a car key from his pocket, handing it over with a strained voice: "Look at my Range Rover extended creation edition from '26....."
"Put it away, Master Fuli is here for revenge, I'm going to shave your heads!"
Master Fuli waved his hand, not falling for Chen Bohai's slick ways. Seeing his flashy style, Ansheng felt that unless he shaved him bald, he'd likely linger around his tea stand for days to come.
Master Fuli raised his hand, pointed in front, causing Chen Bohai to furtively push one of his wives forward.
The woman hesitated, instantly feeling her scalp tingle, but still forced herself to step up.
With a swift motion, Master Fuli swung the razor, shaving her fashionable chestnut-colored long curls into a mushroom-head style, and clipped her bangs all the way up, revealing an M-shaped forehead.
The woman's breath caught, her heart skipped two beats, and she almost fainted on the spot.
"Oi~"
Master Fuli glanced over, called out, and another woman's scalp tingled as she walked up.
"Relax! I won't give you a mushroom-head; Master Fuli has artistic taste."
Seeing this, Master Fuli looked at Old Yang, intending to ask for a washing basin. But before Master Fuli could speak, Old Yang, already very aware, lifted his arm above his head, and pulled off his wig with a yank.
A glossy, shiny Mediterranean-style bald head appeared on Old Yang's face filled with an awkward smile.
".... I'm not shaving yours, just give me a bowl." Master Fuli's mouth twitched, waving Old Yang over.
After receiving the bowl, Master Fuli covered the woman's head, and with quick flashes of the razor, shaved her into a bowl cut, also trimming the hair on the sides of her head to expose a very sharp and neat profile.
The woman tightly covered her mouth, fearing her crying would disturb Master Fuli.
"Mas... Master Fuli." Chen Bohai forced a smile uglier than crying: "I..."
"Sit."
Master Fuli said nothing, only pointed, indicating Chen Bohai to sit on the floor.
"They're both your wives, aren't they?"
"No, no, no, just girlfriends, I haven't married yet. I'm very committed to marriage."
"Oh..."
Master Fuli nodded, quickly shaved Chen Bohai into a Mediterranean hairstyle, then turned to Old Yang and spoke:
"The next steps are up to you. Come over here and take his pants off, shave it clean, then apply the paint I brought into the crack. Add some 502 glue, and our grudges will end here."
"If anyone's unhappy about this, I, Master Fuli, will go home right now, open a sacred altar, and curse you all every day!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Bohuan and Old Yang's faces changed drastically. With a heavy expression, Chen Bohuan picked up the razor, his forehead gleaming with oil, and solemnly handed the razor to Old Yang:
"Old Yang, sorry to trouble you while I sleep in..."
Old Yang took a deep breath, said nothing, and just patted Chen Bohuan on the shoulder, signaling him to lay down on the table.
"Ah Bai withdrew."
Right when the two were bonding, Master Fuli waved to Ah Bai, who was watching the show, signaling it to quickly leave the tea stand's window sill with him.
Master Fuli climbed out of the window, not even bothering to glance at what was happening inside, afraid his eyes might get tainted and cause him to roll around on the ground in horror.
"Speaking of which..."
"Normal people wouldn't usually buy Enchanting Demon Patterns to carry around, would they? What's Chen Bohuan doing with it?"
Suddenly, as he climbed out the window, Master Fuli thought of something and squeaked, glancing at the pink Enchanting Demon Pattern on the Arctic Fox's belly.
Just as the thought came to mind.
Inside, Old Yang's scream echoed: "Ahhh! Bohuan, why is there... on your butt..."
"Shut up, you old thief! Just a little fun between me and my wife, does it bother you? Just shave and stop looking!"
"......"
Outside the window, Master Fuli held his breath, trying hard to keep a straight face as he walked out into the street, hoping to completely forget this incident.
"Fwee fwee~ fwee!"
Wearing a woman's coat, the Arctic Fox, looking delighted, followed behind Master Fuli.
And as the Arctic Fox squeaked, a golden light flashed in Master Fuli's mind, with Wish Power credited.
[Shave him! Shave him! Stamp a quarantine mark like a pig's butt on his butt, Master Fuli no.1, Master Fuli invincible—in high spirits, the Arctic Fox, having avenged its deep grievance, felt thoroughly relieved and sang praises of Master Fuli's righteousness.]
[Wish Power +1]
"Huh?"
Seeing the wish list pop up, showcasing the Arctic Fox's current emotions, Master Fuli's expression froze for a moment, looking back with a curious and amused face.
Wow, such a big grievance? You can't just spray them with a machine gun, can you?
If it were any other kind of fox, Ansheng wouldn't worry about them using firearms, but with the Arctic Fox, it's hard to say, given that the distance between the Arctic and Jamaica isn't exactly that far.
These "brobrobro" foxes, once initially spiritualized, picking up machine guns and shooting was quite normal.
It's become a traditional skill of sorts.....
And coincidentally, the Spirit Beast Gang really has firearms and a warehouse stacked with endless bullets....
"Doesn't this mean I saved three lives?" Ansheng thought with a peculiar expression.
"Xiaolan!"
Just as he emerged from the alley, Ah Qing's call reached Ansheng's ears from afar.
"Fwee?"
Ansheng perked up his head, watching Ah Qing, smiling broadly, run up to the little fox, saying:
"I've got something interesting to show you, I guarantee you've never seen this at the village chief's house!"
Ah Qing rummaged in her pocket, pulling out a small tea cake about two centimeters in diameter, waving it in front of Ansheng. The tea cake bore the label [Seven Sons Cake, Pu'er Tea (Raw Tea)]
"Huh? This tea... is it of age? Drinking it won't get me sent to prison, will it?"
Seeing the tea cake Ah Qing took out, Ansheng's eyes widened instantly.
Pu'er tea... Ansheng was quite familiar with it; he once got chased by a python while inspecting goods in the Pu'er tea production area of Yunnan Province.
He's tried stuff like Bingdao and Lao Ban Zhang, but he'd never seen an 8-gram little tea cake like this.
Pu'er tea usually sells by the stick, or directly by the case, with a cake weighing over three hundred grams.
Compared to a proper Pu'er tea cake, this thing in front was underage, wasn't it?
Drinking it, Ansheng felt he might end up in jail.