Chapter 21: You Probably Haven’t Heard the Foxes Howl in Dazexiang!

"This is a disaster!" Chen Fengshui lamented, his face a portrait of utter despair as he rode his electric scooter toward Jule City with a fox riding pillion.

The business brokers who had been plaguing Yu Zhenghong’s live-streaming sales business for some time were, in fact, all employees of a firm called Peak Wisdom Consulting Co., Ltd. Previously, Yu Zhenghong had taken issue with their peddling of counterfeit goods and ended up getting into a physical altercation with their staff. At the time, it should have ended there; neither side knew the other, and the consulting firm, fearing exposure of their fraudulent activities, chose to swallow the bitter pill in silence.

However, things took a turn when a client hired Peak Consulting to help with a bid to acquire land for the Shangpo Mountain Tea Garden. Yu Zhenghong crossed paths with them again. He successfully secured the premium tea garden land, forcing Peak Consulting to pay a hefty penalty to their original client. Unable to bully the client, they had no choice but to begrudgingly pay out hundreds of thousands. With no way to vent their frustration on the buyer, Yu Zhenghong naturally became the target of their retaliation. Combining old grudges with this new hatred, Peak Consulting set out to ruin him, vowing not to stop until he was on his knees begging for mercy and paying up.

"That’s pretty much how it went down..."

Ansheng sat in the basket of the electric scooter as Chen Fengshui peddled along the speed-limited vehicle toward Jule City. After seven hours of sobering up, Chen—who had only consumed two beers—was perfectly clear-headed. However, he didn't dare drive a car or a motorbike; the middle of the night was exactly when the police were most active with traffic checks. He had no choice but to pedal the scooter, carrying Ansheng toward the headquarters of Peak Wisdom Consulting.

On the way, Chen explained the history of the feud between Yu Zhenghong and the firm. Peak Wisdom Consulting was essentially a group of people with some local connections, specializing in offering "strategies" to wealthy individuals or corporations. They weren't large, but they had influence and a dedicated legal advisory department. Having lost hundreds of thousands in one go—plus the fact that their boss, Gao Feng, had previously been beaten up by Yu Zhenghong—the resentment had only deepened. Now, when the employees had nothing to do, they would swarm Yu’s live-stream to harass him. Gao Feng had even set up a special "Live-Stream Harassment Bonus" for his staff.

"Ying..."

*Fine, fine. So you like to stir up trouble, do you?* Ansheng’s blood pressure rose at the news, and he cast a strange look at Chen. It was clear that Chen had been secretly keeping tabs on Yu’s situation all along, but he simply hadn't known how to deal with these "cultured thugs."

No wonder... Chen had been peddling the electric scooter with such vigor in the middle of the night; he was hoping that his "fox spirit" would go and torment them. Ansheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Since Ah Qing didn't like them, her parents didn't like them, and even old Chen didn't like them... the corners of Ansheng’s mouth curled up. A brilliant idea suddenly took root in his mind.

*So, a "Live-Stream Harassment Bonus," is it? You enjoy mental torture? You want trouble? I’ll give you trouble!*

...

After peddling for over an hour, Chen arrived in front of the Peak Consulting office. The firm wasn't located in some high-end office building; they had rented a three-story building facing the street. It was in a busy downtown area with high foot traffic, which was even better than an office tower.

"Street-level shop—perfect!" Ansheng thought. "No need to carefully avoid security cameras in an office building, and no need to crawl through pitch-black ventilation ducts." Looking at the sign, a wicked smile crept across his face.

Chen sat by the roadside, gasping for breath. Between the driving and the peddling, it was a strenuous effort for a man nearing retirement. He watched the fox, curious about what "Lord Fuli" was planning.

"Ying..." Ansheng beckoned, and Chen, catching on, handed over his phone.

[Buy superglue, 502 adhesive, and a pack of tissues. Must be Vinda extra-thick tissues.]

Ansheng wrote this on the screen and pointed to a 24-hour convenience store. Chen’s expression was strange as he left, returning with the items and two bottles of water.

"Ying-ying—"

Ansheng signaled for Chen to move forward, circling around to the alley behind the office. Ansheng grabbed the plastic bag in his jaws, scaled the wall like a master of martial arts, flipped onto a second-floor balcony, and squeezed inside through an exhaust fan. He opened the door from the inside and strolled into the office, bag in mouth. Chen watched, stunned, gaining a whole new appreciation for the fox’s speed and his ability to break in.

The fox’s night vision was excellent, so Ansheng didn't bother with the lights. He located the cameras and used a pole—normally used for closing the rolling shutters—to knock every single one of them out of alignment.

"Heh heh heh..."

Ansheng jumped onto a desk, wearing a devious grin, stood on his hind legs, and kicked a glass off the table.

*Clatter!*

As the glass shattered, Ansheng went into "parkour mode," running across a dozen workstations, sending mice, keyboards, documents, mugs, and decorations flying everywhere. He was like a husky possessed.

After trashing the office, he gathered up all the high-quality paper rolls and headed for the bathroom. He took out the superglue and the Vinda tissues. Vinda tissues were famous for being thick, but Ansheng didn't want them for their quality; he wanted them because they were notoriously good at clogging drains. He squeezed the glue onto the tissues, wadded them into giant balls, and combined them with the rolls he’d found to create a massive, sticky mass, which he stuffed into the office’s three toilets.

"Whoosh—"

Ansheng jumped onto a toilet seat, braced his hands against the wall, and stood on the bowl, watching with satisfaction as the water rose, unable to drain. After clogging all three toilets, he didn't forget to plug the sink drains. Then, he grabbed a bottle of hand soap and smashed it onto the floor. The slick, slippery soap began to mix with the overflowing toilet water.

"Ying—"

Perched on the sink, Ansheng whipped his tail and performed an elegant leap, flying straight out of the bathroom. But he wasn't finished. After wrecking the workstations and the bathroom, he walked with an arrogant swagger toward the boss's office and kicked the door open.

"Heh heh heh..."

"You better hide well! Don't let me find your client list, or I’ll mass-send erotic videos to your entire database! No, I’ll send furry content! The kind of twisted, 'ant-mating-with-an-elephant' weird stuff! Ying-ying—ying-ying-ying!"

The fox’s maniacal laughter echoed through the building. Outside, Chen sat on the back of the scooter, smoking a cigarette, his expression blank. The "clanging and banging" inside hadn't stopped, and now there was the sound of terrifying fox laughter.

*Lord Fuli... you aren't going to get me thrown in prison, are you?*