Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 739 - 738: Pinned to the Top

"... Master Fuli, what are you doing joining the commotion over there?"

Li Wenkang held his forehead speechlessly and then glanced at Lin Qi with a slightly strange expression. The principles and the power struggles he mentioned, Li Wenkang could understand some of them.

The power of Grandmaster Lin is so immense that with just one phone call, local administrators under the state governance have to kneel on one knee when speaking to him to show loyalty.

Such power doesn't come overnight; it requires years of effort, replacing senior members with your own people, even having clerks under your command to achieve the state of having overwhelming influence in one area.

To him, wanting to seize the opportunity to attack a destroyer and slaughter all the crew to create big news to suppress dissent is not surprising at all.

After all... to a landlord, anything that can create benefits is a "person."

The value of the dead surpasses that of the living, and if the economic benefit from the dead exceeds that of the living, then the dead are good people.

That's the logic.

But Li Wenkang felt that Lin Ying probably hadn't told Lin Qi in private that Master Fuli... might be a peculiar being capable of storing and launching high-yield thermobaric missiles.

The thought of Master Fuli exchanging missile volleys with a destroyer gave Li Wenkang a headache.

Presumably... the destroyer would be sunk.

Because Master Fuli belongs to psionic technology, and battleship radars cannot detect psionic technology missiles.

"Of course it's because... I want to help Lin Ying! Sister Lin Fu is simply too generous; once it's sunk and the other side tows the ship back, I'll have to charge them for keeping their ships!"

Master Fuli said with a face full of joy, revealing the reason for conspiring with Old Lin.

Sponging off Sister Lin Fu every day, Ansheng wasn't worried about eating Lin Ying into poverty, but on holidays, the gold jewelry Lin Ying sent could weigh ten, even fifty kilograms, or a few million-dollar watches...

Lin Ying might not care, but Ansheng worried about clan members badmouthing Chairman Lin behind their backs.

But now Old Lin had something to ask of him.

Ansheng wanted to see in the future, who would still dare to badmouth Sister Lin Fu; by then, even let Old Lin fly back and deliver a good thrashing.

"... Whatever floats your boat!"

Li Wenkang was taken aback by the words and felt that Master Fuli made sense, so he chose not to comment on this matter.

After all, Lin Qi would manage the aftermath, so he didn't need to worry about anything.

"Since Old Li already agreed, then..." Master Fuli looked at Lin Qi, about to discuss the following action details when suddenly, Little Angel's crisp coquettish voice came from the church direction:

"Daddy..."

"I brought back the phone you wanted; are you prepared to domestically abuse me? Hurry up! I eagerly await for Daddy to browse through my phone's secrets; stored within the memory card is..."

In Vimal's homeland, under the definition of domestic violence, both men and women browsing each other's phones, or even parents checking their children's phones, can count as domestic violence.

Of course.

Vimal cared little for such things, and the truly shadowy stuff would leave no traces, so how could it be stored on the phone or cloud storage?

She completely took Master Fuli wanting her phone as a plaything, preparing to show off her sensual selfies from the gallery, and then tease Master Fuli into a lewd rage.

But.

Little Angel ran back with the phone and at a glance saw a strange young man standing beside Master Fuli.

Little Angel looked at Lin Zhe with a bit of doubt, feeling that this mixed-blood seemed familiar but couldn't remember where she had seen him.

"Hello, handsome..."

After glancing at Lin Zhe momentarily, Little Angel decisively withdrew her gaze and cheerfully ran towards Master Fuli, eagerly presenting her phone:

"Come on, Daddy; everything about me is in here. Your fingers only need to swipe lightly to grasp my past and inner beauty..."

"Hmm... Hello to you too, lovely little one." Lin Qi replied with a smiling face, politely greeting her.

However, his eyes were darting around, seemingly searching for something metallic, but none was found in the backyard.

After greeting Little Angel, Lin Qi went straight into the kitchen.

"... Vimal sure does suffer."

Seeing this scene, Master Fuli had a strange expression on his cheeks but didn't speak up, merely raised his hand and took the phone from Little Angel.

"Now does anyone else know about your current appearance?" Master Fuli glanced at the phone and asked Little Angel.

"Most likely, not everyone knows, but most friends do, since... I just returned to my childhood appearance. I'm all-natural, and they can recognize me instantly."

Though a bit puzzled, Little Angel answered truthfully to Master Fuli.

"Good."

Master Fuli nodded slightly, stood upright on the pike of Triangular Hammer, opened the camera, and said to Little Angel, "Since everyone knows you, next, I'll press your head onto my stomach and take a photo."

"Keep your mouth shut, otherwise I'll have you tied up and sent to Xia Country for an ID."

"Hmm?"

Little Angel looked even more perplexed and completely unable to grasp Master Fuli's intentions.

"Daddy... do you like nostrils? My nose bridge, although not a fake, but..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Master Fuli scolded, raising his paw to pinch Little Angel's mouth and lift her up.

With a face full of disgust, Master Fuli held Little Angel's head near him, spreading his claws wide to mess up her pale golden long hair, almost forcing her to bow down.

"In terms of composition, not bad..."

Through the screen viewfinder, Master Fuli was very satisfied with his composition and pressed the photo button on the phone's side.

"Click..."

A high-definition photo was taken, and Master Fuli released Little Angel's head, crouching back on the Triangular Hammer, opened the social software of Vimal account, entered the post editing interface, selected the newly taken photo, and added a caption:

"Peace Island? It's okay, the king of the frost arrives (PS: This Vimal... can't even escape!)"

Master Fuli edited the post, full of pleasure, and released it through Vimal's account.

However.

Peace Island currently suffered from information interference, and the phone was completely out of signal, unable to send the post, needing to wait for signal recovery to upload.

"Once the signal restores, set a pin on my post, hang it until the same day next year." Master Fuli, after finishing the operation, easily threw the phone back to Little Angel: "You're the first; none of those business partners of yours can escape. After I handle the cumbersome big guys, we'll have a group photo."

"So you guys don't think I can't travel abroad and constantly plot sneaky plans against me."

"Oh, and look behind you..."

After instructing Little Angel, Master Fuli raised his hand, pointed behind her.

Lin Qi lightly came back from the kitchen with a large cleaver meant for chopping bones.

"Hmm?"

Little Angel froze, and in the next instant, she felt pain atop her head; in the moonlight, a shadow with an added object appeared in front of her.

Little Angel with a cleaver on her head turned back stiffly to look at Lin Qi, who had struck her.

"Who... are you?"

Little Angel was full of shock and confusion, having no clue who this person attacking her was.

"Is your head really that hard?"

Lin Qi showed amazement. Based on his power estimation, this strike, restricted by the cast iron blade's material, was unlikely to break through Vimal's head.

But combined with his strength, it should have been able to crack her skull cap, however, now it merely broke the scalp, and the cast iron blade got stuck into Vimal's scalp.