Fox Has No Malicious Intent
Chapter 887 - 884: Respect, But Not Understanding
"...Is he really okay?"
Ansheng glanced around at Lin Wanying in her biochemical suit and the Beast Warrior spewing blood from his nostrils, then asked, with a twitch of his lips.
"Yes, his physique is generally not harmed. The Ebola he's infected with will cause massive hemorrhaging and shock due to multi-organ failure, but it won't damage any fundamental aspects."
"In this regard, we have rich experience and plenty of hands-on practice, so the diagnosis I provide is indeed the final verdict."
Lin Wanying nodded slightly, remarking with a hint of lament, "Luckily, it's Ebola. If it were Lassa fever causing muscle and organ bleeding, he wouldn't know who to repay the two million francs he owes us..."
Ebola and Lassa fever are both deadly Level 4 viruses, like cousins to each other.
Though symptoms are similar, Ebola favors attacking the host's immune system, damaging blood vessels and causing the patient to die from vascular collapse and blockage, whereas its cousin, Lassa fever, targets the liver and kidneys, leading to organ necrosis and shedding, sometimes accompanied by massive bleeding, causing organs to expel out of the body.
Therefore, in Lin Wanying's common knowledge, Ebola is nothing to worry about. With the Beast Warrior's physique, a simple blood transfusion and a few days of rest at home should suffice.
But Lassa fever is a different story; organ transplants in the Longevity Club come at a steep cost, akin to luxury spending.
"I hope Lord Fu Xian can forgive us; the situation arose suddenly, and we didn't even have time to lay a red carpet for his arrival." Lin Wanying turned around, crouched slightly, and pushed the bleeding Beast Warrior further into the base of the stainless-steel chair.
Ensuring Master Fuli couldn't see him, Lin Wanying apologized profusely to Master Fuli.
"Look at him, what can I say?" Ansheng quipped, expressionless.
Forget about ceremonies for now; aren't you worried about the Beast Warrior suffering hypovolemic shock? Personally, I find his simultaneous bleeding and smiling during greetings unsettling.
"Tsk tsk tsk....."
Li Wenkang crossed over the puddle of virulent blood on the ground with a peculiar expression.
Young people these days really push the limits; back in the day, no one would dare to risk their life for fun.
Accompanying Lin Wanying out of the aviation building, the area was completely cleared, with numerous locals dressed in police uniforms stationed at the entrance, securing a perimeter to block all outsiders.
Even the flight crew was barred from entering or leaving by these officials.
Several mercenaries, suited like the Beast Warriors, joined forces with the military police to set up defenses.
"Are the big guns legal?" Ansheng asked Lin Wanying quietly. "Are we sure this isn't a coup?"
"Of course not illegal! In such an international city, we respect the sovereign basic law."
"Besides, these military police bring their own ammunition and only charge a hundred francs a day for their services, no need for anything illegal?" Lin Wanying explained to Master Fuli.
This isn't Xia Country; locally the military police are private security available for hire.
When taking private jobs, they work harder than their regular shifts, known for being willing to take bullets.
"....." ๐๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ซ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐๐ข
Ansheng looked at Li Wenkang, seeking translation of Lin Wanying's remarks.
Based on Lin Wanying's words, Ansheng felt something was off but couldn't quite pinpoint it.
"Respect the local basic law, but I don't understand, so I choose to give the locals some armed shock."
Li Wenkang faced Master Fuli with a resolute expression, translating while nodding towards a direction.
Following Li Wenkang's indication, Ansheng saw Lin Zhe at the end of the red carpet, along with Unos and a group of agitated foreigners.
Behind them stood a vehicle towering over four floors high, a monstrous truck.
The entire vehicle coated in armor, its original coal-carrying massive bed transformed into a rocket launcher and drone platform, with structures akin to machine gun bunkers atop.
In front of the several-story-high cab was a row of spray-like fixtures resembling fire hoses.
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Seeing that Steel Giant Beast, its bare internal launcher ports exposed, Ansheng let out a questioning sound.
"Does this thing... respect the basic law?"
Ansheng asked Lin Zhe curiously about the beastly creation.
"We greatly respect...," Lin Zhe smiled, waving to Li Wenkang, then turned to Master Fuli, "The situation is a bit complex now; if not equipped properly, I fear mountain bandits..."
"Let's go! We should talk inside the car; I feel uneasy speaking outside."
Not Lin Zhe, but rather Lin Qi in Lin Zhe's skin extending the invitation.
Lin Qi waved a hand, prompting Lin Wanying to don white latex gloves and bring out a prepared velvet platform, cradling Master Fuli toward the vehicle.
Lin Wanying led the way, Li Wenkang followed closely up the manual lift.
Lin Qi ambled leisurely, blocking the stairway, unfazed by the local's annoyance piercing his back.
In formal social gatherings, there is a basic etiquette that requires an introducer when wishing to meet new friends.
Thus, those locals obstructed by Lin Qi, if they wish to meet Master Fuli respectfully, must go through Lin Qi as the introducer to formally welcome Master Fuli among them...
They indeed lifted their hands, poking Lin Qi's spine, reminding him not to play dead here.
Their enthusiasm towards the one who scared Vimal bowel-retentive was evidentโฆ No, semi-divine entity, full of fervor.
It's widely known that we foreigners love to worship gods, so Lin, please don't play dead!
"Rush rush rush, why rush? Master Fu Xian just arrived at the Tropical Continent and hasn't even had tea at the Tea Capital before coming to Silver Pass, huh?"
Feeling the increasing pokes urging him to speak, Lin Qi "tsk"ed and turned on them with a quip.
Lin Qi spared no pleasantries or ambiguity while berating his partners.
The original plan for welcoming Master Fuli involved none of them, strictly internal to the Lin Clan, yet they clung stubbornly.
Business yet unfinished, talking about ballroom affairs, you must be delusional craving eternal life.
"So verbose..."
Lin Qi shut the door, locking his partners out, cursing the fools outside.
"Each day filled with zero-sum game and all-or-nothing mentality..."
Flipping over the high-back sofa, Lin Qi plopped down, picked up a remote, revealing a scene of artificial pond and flora beyond the sliding door.
Lin Qi took out cigars, distributed one each, lit them with spring water brought from Xia Dong of Xia Country, stating:
"Gold-digging Town... under our relentless efforts, currently sits in a state of semi-collapse. Hmm..."