Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 66 - 63: White Ears, the Top Bodyguard!

The small office had no windows, relying solely on the ceiling light for illumination.

Zhang Yuan sat in front of a desk, watching the computer, streaming live, his facial features stiff.

The viewers in the bullet comments noticed something was off.

[Why does the streamer look paralyzed?]

[Could he have been poisoned?]

[Cursed?]

[Streamer, say something, are you alright?]

Zhang Yuan glanced at the camera.

"Nothing... nothing’s wrong."

He just felt awkward.

At this moment, on the corner of his desk, crouched a cricket. A green cricket, about the size of a peanut, which seemed like an ordinary cricket from the park grass. However, this cricket seemed a bit sinister, and Zhang Yuan felt as if he was being intently watched by it!

He turned his head to look behind him and saw a fiery red fox!

A chubby, fiery red fox, crouching on the chair, with its hands behind its back, flaunting its plump belly, squinting its eyes, watching him intently.

Zhang Yuan felt as prickly as if thorns were on his back, feeling extremely uneasy no matter what.

The fiery red fox was White Ears, tasked with executing the mission this time.

It was very happy now; as long as it protected this person before it for five days, it would earn a thousand roasted chickens, enough for every brother from Fox Mountain to get one! Most of the brothers from Fox Mountain had never tasted roasted chicken before.

It hadn’t either; it had only eaten fried chicken, and didn’t know the difference between roasted and fried chicken. But it would know soon!

Thinking of this, it secretly swallowed its saliva.

It had already planned to give the chicken breast and a leg from its own roasted chicken to its master!

At this moment, it was watching Zhang Yuan intently, even blinking alternately with its left and right eyes, displaying all the professionalism of a top-notch bodyguard.

After all, once you’ve accepted benefits, you have to take the task seriously.

Such sweet gigs weren’t common, and if this was done well and the client was satisfied, there could be a next time!

...

Zhang Yuan’s office was small, and outside was an empty office, only filled with various monitoring devices, Immortal Talismans, Copper Mirror, and various explosion-proof riveted steel plate installations.

Outside the empty office, a few spacious large sofas were seated with over a dozen people, chatting and laughing.

Among the dozen people was Chairman Chen Shu’s postgraduate student, Gu Lin, who brought a group of brothers from the Iron Brush Palace, having a quiet chat.

Master Chong and his secretary were holding phones, seemingly checking some receipts.

Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu sat together, but Fang Xiaoyu seemed uncomfortable sitting on the sofa, with an awkward expression and constantly fidgeting.

Bai Mo leaned in, lowered his voice, "What’s wrong? Not feeling well? Is your skirt too short, afraid of exposing yourself?"

Fang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.

"Nonsense!

"I’ve been a professional secretary for years, wearing pencil skirts for ages, plenty of experience, I’m not afraid at all.

"I’m just not happy... This Zhang Yuan is already at the eye of the storm, standing guard by his door is dangerous!"

Bai Mo thought for a moment... actually, having a secretary waiting here was indeed of no use. The Committee left two secretaries behind, partly for convenient communication, and perhaps for etiquette reasons?

He looked at Fang Xiaoyu.

"Why don’t you leave first and go back to your own office?

"If something comes up, I’ll message you."

Fang Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"Never mind, I’ll keep you company!"

The gal had a big heart, after a moment of hesitation, was quickly distracted again.

"Star Iron launched today, do you want to play?"

Bai Mo shook his head.

"Too grindy."

Fang Xiaoyu scooted closer, sat shoulder to shoulder with Bai Mo, opened her phone, and opened up Star Iron.

"I’m a story enthusiast! Come watch the storyline together."

She took out wireless earbuds, put one in her ear, and gave one to Bai Mo.

And so, in the room, everyone continued their own activities. Even if they spoke, it was in very low voices. After an unknown period, someone suddenly asked.

"Speaking of which, what is the use of the Dark World’s points? Do any of you know?"

Points?

Everyone looked up, exchanging glances.

...

The sun was shining brightly.

The marketplace was bustling and lively, with people coming and going.

In the deepest corner, a pork stall was almost entirely deserted. It even emitted a foul smell, causing passersby to avoid it.

A thin man in dirty overalls, with shifty eyes, like a mouse, kept looking at his phone screen, occasionally glancing up to find his way, and after confirming, approached the deserted pork stall.

"Boss, I’d like to buy a piece of black pork."

He pulled out an old model phone, opened the screen to show a QR code to the stall owner.

The greasy middle-aged owner, with a big head and ears, skin as dark as coal, stood inside, grinning as he said, "No rush for payment, just have a look at which piece you’d like, I’ll weigh it for you..."

And then, when he saw the QR code being handed over, his words ceased abruptly.

It wasn’t a common payment code.

Above the QR code, there was a line of text.

[Dark World Points: 37]

The fat owner froze for a moment, then put on a smile again.

"Haha, young man, come on in, you can go to the back and pick a nice piece yourself!"

The skinny man in the overalls entered the pork stall, going into the back room.

The small room was filled with shelves, racks, and freezers, covered in pork legs, beef, sausages, along with cutting boards and meat grinders, packed full.

The fat owner followed in, and the two, in the cramped space, operated their phones.

"One piece of black pork for one point. No problem, right?"

"That’s right."

The skinny man’s phone opened the Dark World Forum, displayed the QR code, and the points decreased by one.

The fat owner’s phone opened the Dark World Forum, scanned the QR code, and the points increased by one.

The fat owner didn’t mention weighing the meat, directly took out a large piece of black pork from the shelf, and tossed it onto the cutting board.