Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 460 - 458: Speaking of Which, It’s Pretty Weird

Chapter 460: Chapter 458: Speaking of Which, It’s Pretty Weird

"With such poor craftsmanship, yet so self-righteous. I must make a serious complaint! But..."

Lord Fortune Raccoon looked nonchalant as he put the video player back into the wooden box, stood up on his hind legs, and gripped the L-046 metal war hammer inside the box with his paw.

The hammer’s handle was evidently optimized; its smooth surface hid countless bumps, akin to a matte texture, providing excellent anti-slip performance. Although the hammerhead was bumpy, Lord Fortune Raccoon was satisfied with its appearance.

While the smooth surface can hit, to maximize damage, it needs some bumps, like an ancient armor-piercing meteor hammer.

"You’ve been through the testing of the Gravity Hammer; its main job is to smash open an enemy’s skull..."

"Therefore..."

"Your name shall be Gravity Tenderizing Hammer Pro!"

Raising the Gravity Hammer high, Lord Fortune Raccoon took a step forward and swung the heavy hammer, slightly twisting his body towards the swimming pool, storing power in the hammer.

A gust of wind pressure rose from beneath the hammer, blowing gently through the courtyard, causing the plants in the flowerbed to bend, and the previously regular water flow in the pool to ripple violently in the direction of Lord Fortune Raccoon.

The garden in the entire villa fell into a brief silence as the Gravity Hammer danced, as if heralding something, generating an intensely oppressive aura out of thin air.

"......"

Jin Wanlin’s heart pounded fiercely, even her originally steady breathing rhythm momentarily halted.

At the instant Lord Fortune Raccoon swung the hammer.

In her eyes, the hammer of the Gravity Hammer seemed to twist bizarrely, not an illusion, like some unknown substance merging into the hammer’s body.

But that moment was extremely brief, and Jin Wanlin instinctively sensed a deadly danger.

It felt like once the hammer hit the ground, even though she had retreated fifteen meters away from Lord Fortune Raccoon, it would still pose a mortal threat in her non-beastly Spirit People state.

"Hmm..."

"It feels slightly heavier, but I can’t really describe the specific weight," Ansheng commented on his tenderizing hammer after trying its grip.

The feel was undeniably good; although the Heavenly Longevity Research Institute’s processing technique wasn’t great, as it was the top tech department in the Emerging Mechanical Academy, its engineering prowess wasn’t shabby; the grip felt excellent.

The weight had increased compared to previous hammers, but the exact increment was too slight for Ansheng to pinpoint.

"Including the transport box, the total weight is 3.4 tons," Jin Wanlin provided a figure upon hearing.

Its mass was noticeably higher than other alloys but nowhere near the absurdity of gold.

"It’s a superb weapon. Does your Security Bureau have anyone in need of hammering? I’d like to bless it, or even a factory illegally discharging sewage would do." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Though Lord Fortune Raccoon was eager to try the Gravity Hammer, this was Lin Ying’s villa.

Who tests a weapon by demolishing their own home?

That would be the act of a truly clueless airhead!

"No..."

"The only adversary should be the Lin family," Jin Wanlin contemplated and made a gesture of invitation. Their primary purpose for coming tonight wasn’t to deliver a package.

The delivery was just a mission along the way.

"Such a pity..." Lord Fortune Raccoon looked at his Gravity Tenderizing Hammer Pro with a slight regret, saying:

"I had just thought of a slogan for the hammer and was ready with a powerful execution move."

"Hmm?" Jin Wanlin, following a white and nimble elf who was on all fours, headed towards the villa’s entrance garden, uttering a curious "hmm".

Clearly, she was very curious to see what novel moves Lord Fortune Raccoon had come up with for his new big hammer.

"Essentially, An would step on the enemy’s tail with one foot, raise the Gravity Tenderizing Hammer high, look down at the enemy with sharp eyes full of majesty, and in a voice like a bass cannon shout: ’Hey, scoundrel, taste Lord Fortune Raccoon’s Gravity Hammer, I’ll hammer your aunt!’

"After hitting, I’d ask if the enemy got it or not."

"If they did, give them another hit; if not, pound them into decimation." Lord Fortune Raccoon animatedly described his battle scenario with a childlike voice.

"Pfft..." Jin Wanlin was momentarily stunned upon hearing and tried to visualize the scene, unable to help but burst into giggles.

Even though Lord Fortune Raccoon wasn’t born in Xia Dong...

He truly was like a Xia Dongren, fond of playing homophonic jokes!

In Jin Wanlin’s imagination, there was a white fluffy raccoon face puffed up with anger, holding an inflatable hammer with both hands, standing upright endlessly "whining", expressing anger.

Of course.

She knew such an imagination was irrational, as Lord Fortune Raccoon’s single swing could surely split mountains and rocks, yet she couldn’t help but picture it in a cute and adorable way.

Lord Fortune Raccoon’s muzzle was short, with triangular ears positioned at the 11 and 1 o’clock directions on his head, making him seem proper; foxes should indeed look like this.

Also.

Maybe because his Physique was so robust, he wasn’t even afraid of vehicles when crossing roads in the dead of night, the entire fox was utterly relaxed.

With the relaxed foxes’ state, it was easy for his slim pink tongue to slip out a bit from his muzzle.

"Hmm!?"

Ansheng, full of joy, strolled around, lifting his paw to pull open the villa’s main door, jumping into the entrance hall, wiping the pads of his feet on a comfortable rug, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something familiar.

"My tea plant... what kind of growth regulator has it been given, for even its color to turn red?"

Ansheng, full of curiosity, ran into the living room, circled around the potted plants there, sniffing with his nose.

What should have developed into shrubbery clumps now, for some unknown reason, had grown significantly taller, and the main trunk was noticeably more robust, with some red and gold fringe developed on the edges of its originally green leaves.

At a glance, it could easily be mistaken for a money tree.

If Ansheng hadn’t recognized the pot and smelled his scent on it, he would’ve thought someone secretly swapped out his tea plant for a money tree.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh~"

Feeling Lord Fortune Raccoon’s presence, the tea plant’s crown slightly swayed, and its trunk leaned slightly towards Lord Fortune Raccoon, as if sending out a primal urge.

"Lord Fortune Raccoon, the refreshments are ready."

Lin Bingyun, standing in the kitchen overseeing, greeted Lord Fortune Raccoon with a smile as he entered:

"Miss Lin, Lin... uh, Lin Zhe, they’re all waiting for you in the second-floor sunroom."

"Alright!"

Ansheng glanced at Lin Bingyun inquisitively, asking, "Did you bring back the potted plants?"

"Yes, taking care of the owner’s property is a fundamental duty of a housekeeper."

Lin Bingyun maintained a smile, but there was a hint of a strange expression in her eyes, and the hands that were originally relaxed at her sides shifted to a new position, with arms folded under her chest, a subconscious defensive posture.

"Hmm..."

"The tea plant wasn’t at the dorm; I found it in the flowerbed on my way to the campus."

Lin Bingyun said to Lord Fortune Raccoon, though there were some things she left unsaid.

The soil in the flowerbed was red-black.

The obviously Spiritualizer-influenced tea plant seemed to be sweeping up battlefield traces, gathering soil soaked with Spiritualizer blood into the flowerbed, then lazily lounging inside like it was soaking in a hot spring, nearly draping its branches over the flowerbed edge, lifting its roots.

The scene... was rather strange.

And upon seeing Lin Bingyun, the tea plant snapped out from its cocky pose akin to Lord Fortune Raccoon’s, suddenly standing upright as if to pretend nothing happened, acting like an ordinary tea plant.

Nearby, there was also a drunk black cockroach.

Bottles of disinfectant and toilet cleaner were spilled all over, and boxes of empty insecticide cans were tossed in a cardboard box.

But Lin Bingyun felt.

The real reason the cockroach got drunk might not be those common household products but that bottle of paraquat and the humidifier...

In short, the scene at that time was extremely surreal.