"Great King! Please ride on my back!"
Seeing Master Fuli turn and leave, a look of change instantly appeared on Miyel's face. Ignoring the unruly townsfolk on the main road, he put on a fawning expression, stretched out his arms, and said to the king who had turned back into a fox.
With Master Fuli present, Miyel felt as though he had found his backbone, able to use the fox's influence to verbally spar with Vimal. But as soon as Master Fuli truly turned away, Miyel's legs nearly gave out.
No matter how downtrodden Vimal might seem, every visible and invisible part of her body came from the top life science research institute, a masterpiece of Blue Star's genetic technology.
Without Master Fuli present, Miyel wouldn't dare to be alone in a room with Vimal.
Miyel hurriedly caught up with Master Fuli, speaking with a face full of flattery, taking out a tray crafted from wood and velvet that he had just created, inviting the king to take his seat.
"That vicious woman cannot be trusted..." The Little Angel, barely half a meter tall, drifted leisurely behind Master Fuli, speaking in a soft, eerie tone to remind him.
"Whether to trust or not, I will decide for myself..."
Riding on Miyel, Master Fuli cast a sidelong glance at the Little Angel offering advice.
Whether Miyel could be trusted or not didn't concern Ansheng, as long as the saddle wasn't crooked, everything else was of little matter.
And quite evidently, Miyel's seat had memorized the hot burn of the lighter, and it wouldn't tilt.
The situation with Vimal was a bit more complicated. From the wish list probabilities, it seemed Vimal had already been completely awed by Ansheng's power and methods, and dared not show any rebellious inclination in his presence.
However, Master Fuli sensed in Vimal's gaze towards him, there was a slight hint of color.
She didn't seem to carry the frustration or anger of a loser, nor any other resentful emotions. It seemed... she was quite happy?
On Vimal's face, Master Fuli saw expressions of joy and happiness. Apparently, her mood was rather good.
Master Fuli did not understand this.
Professor Wu's "Scourge of God" theory could apply to Vimal, but it couldn't explain why, beneath her initial facade of being intimidated by power rather than virtue, she could find joy in a captive's life....
Master Fuli was greatly shocked.
...
Master Fuli intervened, holding down the two violently barking and cursing toy poodles, ensuring there was no noisy commotion on the road leading to the church, nor any supernatural events from the past, with Vimal's personal demonstration.
Inside the church district, one was greeted by a plaza paved with white bricks, and a crucifix erected in the center, surrounded by clergy.
Guards in white clerical garments, along with priests and nuns, lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes rolled back. They all bore signs of being burned with flames, or rather, their skin had carbonized scarring.
"Did Old Li pour concentrated sulfuric acid on them?" Master Fuli muttered to himself.
Their wounds resembled burns but more like external skin dehydration, withering and melanin deposits decaying.
To cause similar injuries, the first thing Ansheng thought of was concentrated sulfuric acid.
"Hmm? What's this..."
Miyel's expression turned odd as she looked at the scene of those who seemed to have been knocked out by a furious lighter attack, cautiously making her way into the church, but before entering, she noticed some strange bone-like firearms on the ground.
The firearms were made from white bones, with reddish tendrils at the butt of the guns. However, just like the fallen people, these firearms' exteriors and interiors had been "scorched by flames," severely damaged.
"Oh, those are [Mutant Guns]. They are high-tech firearms we replicated using modern technology based on the metallic scriptures of the [Ultra-Primitive God Tribe's Civilization]."
Seeing Miyel's question and Master Fuli's curiosity, the Little Angel crouched down, picked up a burned firearm, held it up straight, and pointed to the limp, dangling red tendrils:
"By lifting the mutant rifle, neurons within the butt of the gun will protrude, embedding into the shoulder, achieving man-gun unity. It automatically locks onto targets and rapid-fires by reading visual information."
"Hmm... Bullets are also automatically generated, combined with the mutant potion in the magazine, making any biological contact lethal."
The Little Angel lifted the rifle in her hand, aiming toward the plaza in a trigger-pulling gesture. Since the firearm's inside was already scorched, no bullets were fired, only a few drops of liquid dripped from the barrel.
"If you like it, Dad, I have a prototype of the [Ultra-Primitive God Tribe]'s mutant gun in my room. You can come to my room, and I'll introduce it to you slowly!" The Little Angel looked at Master Fuli with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Is...is there really such a thing?" What the Little Angel mentioned caused an expression of surprise on Master Fuli's fox-like face, while Miyel's face was filled with shock, looking at the Little Angel in disbelief.
"The cost of developing mutant guns is enough to buy the lives of your entire family. It's normal for you not to know. These are projects funded by core members. If you knew about them, we'd be spending our research funds in vain, wouldn't we?"
The Little Angel looked at Miyel, full of puzzlement, as if finding her shock very peculiar.
Isn't our Longevity Club always run by those who provide funding holding the control and ownership?
How could core member joint research and ownership be casually shared with ordinary members? The usual eating, drinking, making merry, and calling each other brothers—did you take that seriously?
Isn't everyone just talking for the sake of it?
"........"
Miyel had a face full of lines, seemingly once again sensing the strict hierarchy among Longevity Club members.
"Later, pack me two of them. I want to take them home and pull their trigger...."
Master Fuli pondered briefly, said a sentence, and looked inside the church, emitting a loud groan:
"Old Li! Your electronic suppression has failed, the thermobaric bombs and cruise missiles from the other side are coming over!"
"Impossible! Absolutely no chance of failure....."
As soon as Master Fuli's groan fell, Li Wenkang's voice came from deep within the church.
"Our stuff is the latest, hitting their currently deployed products is like hitting a kid, holding their head, absolutely no chance of failure, unless Apollo previously burnt the alien's butt with a cigar when he went up to space..."
Li Wenkang walked from the back hall to the front, frowned and looked at Master Fuli as he spoke.
"Vimal said they have biological communication....." Master Fuli looked at Old Li and said.
"Biological communication device?" Li Wenkang paused, calmly pointed to the house behind him and said:
"It..... should not have time to make a call, it was just peeling potatoes in the kitchen, saying it was going to stew beef brisket for me and quickly stir-fry two Peace Island specialty dishes."
Upon hearing Master Fuli's words, Li Wenkang was indeed startled for a moment, thinking that the Unos-led [Life Miracle Group] had come up with something new again.
But upon hearing that it was a biological communication device, Li Wenkang immediately waved his hand unconcernedly.
The big bumblebee was cooking in the kitchen, and after finishing the meal, it would naturally help boil the bath water.
"The public projects in the Longevity Club are just those few things, and I've gotten familiar with them." Li Wenkang sneered, shifting his gaze from Master Fuli to the Little Angel, and immediately recognized who Little Angel's true form was.
"Are you at home? Are you an idiot?" Li Wenkang stared blankly at Vimal and asked.
"In a sense, I originally thought there wasn't much animosity between us, it should be something we could discuss, after all, I even packed myself up and sent myself to him....."
Little Angel shrugged and said, "Who would've expected the stepdad likes thrilling projects, and very uniquely doesn't even want money, just wants to flog me...."
"Hmm..... the stepdad's fists are powerful, I admit, so now I'm acting as a tour guide for Peace Island for him."
"Take your Xia Country literature teacher on the yacht and let him have a renaissance moment jumping off the plank!"
Li Wenkang heard this, not surprised at the matter of Master Fuli repairing Vimal who calls him dad, after all, Master Fuli's hand strength was even recognized with a thumbs-up by First Epoch Life.
"Since you're in our grasp, now please raise your palm..."
Li Wenkang glanced at Little Angel, and didn't intend to further engage her, casually reminding as he turned his gaze to Master Fuli and said:
"Great landlords are different from small landlords, they control vast international hot money, simply killing the leader is a meaningless action, they are not standalone entities but representatives of capital in the mortal world."
Li Wenkang spoke while walking outside the church, simultaneously opening his briefcase, and taking out a brown paper-sealed document from it.
"It's actually because of those massive funds, and their investments in various regions, can form a very large political force, most of the time, captured great landlords will not be threatened, more often they will negotiate...."
"But remember, if you want to see a great landlord's face twisted, screaming in horror, and crawling in distress, you just need to say one thing.... "
Li Wenkang said indifferently, raising a document in front of Master Fuli, and then handed it to Little Angel.
"Hmm?"
Little Angel paused, glanced at the document, then looked up, the joy on her face vanished completely, her expression changed drastically, she sat down on the ground in fear, backing away repeatedly, clinging to Miyel's shoulder to shield her, screaming loudly:
"No! Li Wenkang! You can't do this to me!"
"This is illegal! Incompliant, you can't treat me this way, I want to see my lawyer, take that thing away. Yes! Investment, doesn't Xia Country need venture capital? I'll invest....."
Little Angel's face was filled with genuine terror, not feigned, Master Fuli even saw her legs shaking, obviously in a state of shock and extreme panic.
"What is it, that's so potent..."
Seeing Little Angel's legs turned to jelly, Master Fuli looked at Li Wenkang in surprise: "You just..."
"Here....." Li Wenkang casually tossed the document to Master Fuli saying: "See for yourself!"
"Hmm? Application form for Xia Country citizenship?" Master Fuli looked at the document's title and was puzzled.
"Yes!" Li Wenkang nodded slightly, saying: "Our Xia Country's law is person and territory governed, foreigners committing crimes within our country we can manage, and our citizens committing crimes abroad we can also manage."
"Once a great landlord acquires Xia Country nationality, the Security Bureau can initiate a full investigation, freeze their funds, freeze their family's wealth management office, directly uproot them from the source, a sentence of confiscating illegal gains can make them tremble in fear."
"I've even frozen your bank account..." Li Wenkang looked at Little Angel, whistled, and said: "Want a Xia Country ID card? Fast approval."
"No! I don't want it!"
Little Angel frantically shook her head, her face full of terror as she raised her small hand and tugged at Master Fuli's paw:
"Daddy... look at him! You have to look at him!"
Master Fuli: "......."
Wow, a piece of paperwork brought the landlord to his knees, changing even the tone of his voice.