"......"
Lin Bingyun watched as Momo stepped out of the car. After a brief silence, she glanced sideways and began to explain:
"Master Fuli has extensive driving experience and is highly skilled at using his tail to control the gas and brake. From a purely physical standpoint, it's completely fine...."
"Is this really a matter of technique?"
Momo's face was full of black lines as she scratched her head. She'd heard the little fox say he could drive, and that he'd gone wild on the Spring Mountain Grassland... but the little fox never said he was driving a 6.2-liter big V8!
That thing was a Dodge TRX, the kind of beast where you roll down the window and can flick ash onto the roof of the car next to you.
And that Raptor in the Raptor R spec—unless you count those poser Ford F450s and above, it was basically the ceiling. It pretty much had no rivals.
Such a tiny fox, driving such a huge car—can his fox body even take it?
"Legally it's also fine. Master Fuli doesn't have a license, and those two cars can't be registered either, so the issue of traffic law enforcement is cut off at the root." Lin Bingyun said to Momo with an awkward expression.
The entire point of those two vehicles was to make it convenient for Master Fuli to ram Spirit Beasts, or ram criminals' cars.
The steel beams on the front, including the frame, were all alloyed with the Longevity Club's metal formula. They were literal land tanks, but because the hardness is terrible for pedestrian protection, they can't pass Xia Country's vehicle inspection.
"...No plates and no license, that actually does track." Momo waved helplessly, not wanting to dwell on how exactly the little fox managed to go street‑racing in a giant truck. As long as she could borrow it later to stomp the gas a couple of times, she'd be happy.
Momo took out her phone and called the truck driver to ask where he was now. She'd snuck out secretly and still had class later.
Ansheng, after taking Lin Ying around for a lap, came back just in time to see Momo signing for a delivery.
Inside a square wooden crate sat a red‑and‑white motorcycle, fixed in place by a metal frame.
"Hm? Momo..."
Ansheng leaned on the car window, facing Momo, and let out a series of foxy whimpers: "Since when are you into bikes? Didn't you say your male classmate got into a crash and turned into a sister?"
"?"
Before Momo could speak, the delivery driver beside her caught sight of the white fox sitting in the pickup's driver seat. He instantly blurted out a "Holy shit," then muttered in disbelief, "...So there really are dog drivers."
"Then... if a fox uses high beams, doesn't that make him a literal high‑beam dog? Am I actually awake right now?"
"Thanks for the hard work, sir..."
After Momo signed the receipt, she transferred an extra five hundred as mental‑damage compensation, telling the driver to go get a foot massage across the street instead of hanging around gossiping about things that could ruin his next three generations' civil‑service prospects.
"I would've never bought one before, but now that I've got the little fox's blessing, I figured I'd get one to keep at home as a showpiece, for photos and posing..."
Momo grinned from ear to ear, looking at the little fox with a teasing tone: "What about you? Those two big boys."
She'd already seen people around her who played with bikes and got sent to Jesus—or rage‑quit QQ. As much as she liked these cool big toys, her own dog life still mattered more.
But now with the Aphrodite Gene and her foxified, overpowered Physique, even if she wiped out at 70, she probably wouldn't die.
"Just business travel, nothing more. But hey, don't tell Ah Qing about this, or she'll nag me to death." Ansheng patted his own business vehicle and complained to Momo.
"That part, no problem." Momo clicked her tongue in wonder at the car whose hood was higher than her chest.
"Right!"
While Momo was chatting with Master Fuli, Lin Ying, sitting in the passenger seat with a pair of fox ears on her head, squeezed over to share the same window with Master Fuli and said to Momo:
"There's something about you I heard yesterday from France—some new intel. That friend of yours, he did successfully pull out of the Tropical Continent..."
"But during the retreat, he got injured and used a Longevity Club special medicine. He probably won't be able to return to Xia Country for at least a month....."
"What's wrong with the drug? Addictive or..." Momo froze for a moment and asked.
"It's not really an addiction issue. It's more like he, uh, seems to be a bit in heat....." Lin Ying searched for a term and used this simple, easy‑to‑get description for Mo Shengjie's condition.
According to Great‑Grandpa, the Longevity Club's internal Spiritualization drugs are usually tested on Beast Warriors for clinical results.
If you compare it to cold medicine, their cold meds are a hundred times stronger than regular ones.
You could even call them... living medicine.
If an ordinary person took Longevity‑brand cold medicine, the outcome would be that the flu virus and your immune system die together.
When tested on a Beast Warrior, they only had Mo Shengjie lick it once, and it still caused nervous system disorder.
"So Ah Biao is basically..... on a twenty‑four‑hour salute? To the point of anemia and getting sent to a convalescent home?"
Momo stared, dumbfounded, as she asked.
"That's a fair way to put it. The side effects on him are extremely valuable academically." Lin Ying nodded.
Lin Ying had only described it in human terms. In reality, Mo Shengjie's bell had Spiritualized all by itself.
The doctor said he'd never seen a high‑pressure water cannon like this, and was planning to use Mo Shengjie to develop a new version of sildenafil.
Just now when talking with Master Fuli about the situation in Gold-digging Town, then bumping into Momo, Lin Ying thought of Mo Shengjie's current predicament and wanted Momo to pass a message to his family so they wouldn't worry about his safety.
"In a way, Ah Biao is also a chosen one. I'll help him fight for naming rights..." Ansheng's face was all black lines as he complained.
While they'd been out cruising, Lin Ying had told him a bit about what was going on in Gold-digging Town.
In general, the tribal army had collapsed, and things were now in the final circle. Mayflower had the upper hand.
This wasn't the Longevity Club chickening out—it's just that when they saw Old Lin shrinking back, they shrank too. Instead of going all out to drive Mayflower out, they chose to wait and see.
If Old Lin, the blade‑licking miser, is shrinking, then there's definitely something shady in Gold-digging Town.
But even all the Gold-digging Town drama couldn't compare to the nuclear-level chaos that was Ah Biao in Lin Ying's story.
The Longevity Club's meds were absurd. With that dosage, they really weren't afraid of killing someone by accident?
"No need for naming rights..."
"If Ah Biao actually got his name on it, then from that day on, every act of love under heaven would involve him, at least spiritually."
Momo's eyes widened at that and she quickly tried to talk Master Fuli out of working so hard for it.
"Let's drop Ah Biao's situation for now. I still need to hurry back to the construction site to sign in for class, or else the professor's Great Wilderness Prison‑Heaven Finger of finger‑pointing is going to come down on my head..."
Momo checked the time, shook her head, and pushed the bike aside, ready to cut across the construction area.
Environmental science students usually had classes in the classroom or did tests in the lab, but when it came to fieldwork, they'd be taken to polluted sites to watch the professor operate in the field.
However many people went in, that many had to come back—no one less—or class wasn't dismissed.
"A well‑educated, sensible, good girl...."
Lin Ying watched Momo's back as she left, her expression slightly gloomy.
"I completely agree."
Ansheng also nodded, fully endorsing Lin Ying's evaluation of Momo.
"By the way, I need a favor from you....."
Ansheng leaned on Lin Ying's shoulder and said, "The day after tomorrow or the day after that, I need to make a trip back to Xia Dong to take a sea monster's life. Can you get me a big electric fish‑stunner?"
"I'm worried it won't accept oral persuasion, and I might have to hit it with high‑voltage current to actually stun it..."
"High voltage? What kind of fish is that hard to stun?" Lin Ying asked, completely blank.
"Just a two‑hundred‑ton‑plus big fish."
"...."