Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 67 - 63: Gold Medal Bodyguard White Ears! (Part 2)
The scrawny man touched his nose, plucked his own Immortal Beast from his nostril, and placed it on the black pork for it to enjoy... This Immortal Beast was the size of a black bean, dangling with mucus, and once placed on the black pork, it emitted a "buzzing" sound. It was clearly a fly! However, it took a dive and astonishingly burrowed directly into the pork...
While the Immortal Beast ate, the scrawny man and the fat boss sat beside it, chatting idly.
The fat boss handed the scrawny man a cigarette.
"I heard that the third elder and the tenth elder from Giant Food Mountain have come to West State City.
"The tenth elder has already been taken out. Are you the third elder?"
The scrawny man took the cigarette and nodded.
He glanced at the fat boss and then at the desolate business outside the door, furrowing his brows as he sensed something was off.
"Boss, your... your meat stall here... the business is way too slow, isn’t it strange?
"What I mean is... won’t you attract attention like this?
"Won’t people investigate you?"
The fat boss of the meat stall lit a cigarette, took a puff, and laughed.
"Let them check, am I afraid of them checking?
"This meat stall was passed down from my dad. It’s been here for decades, afraid of what?
The scrawny man in workwear, who was indeed the third elder from Giant Food Mountain, nodded but still felt something was off.
"But... you have no business here. Are you relying on just the Dark World for survival?"
The fat boss shook his head.
"Brother, you’re not aware.
"I have big clients at this meat stall who don’t care about these petty buyers.
"My big clients buy hundreds of pounds of pork, beef, lamb, and chicken every day... Well, not too big, but it’s enough to support me."
The scrawny man suddenly understood.
So this fatty has connections?
He curled his lip, inexplicably starting to dislike the fatty.
"Who are you connected with?"
The fat boss grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth that hadn’t been brushed for who knows how long.
"The Immortal Technique Committee!
"Hehehehe."
The scrawny man furrowed his brows, "Are you messing with me?
"Eating off both the Dark World and the Immortal Technique Committee, aren’t you just dreaming?
The fat boss had an expression of pride, squinting his eyes, and blew a smoke ring.
"What’s wrong with eating off both ends?
"That’s called skill!
"You don’t believe me?"
The fat boss lifted his wrist, shaking his sleeve to reveal a Rolex watch inside.
"In about an hour, the Immortal Technique Committee’s car will come to pick up goods.
"If you have nothing else to do, just wait and see."
The third elder was about to argue a bit more when he suddenly froze.
He recalled that mission... Killing Zhang Yuan from the Immortal Technique Committee would earn him a thousand points!
He paused for a moment, then put on a smile, looked at the fat boss, and gave a thumbs up.
"Haha, big brother, you’re the real deal!
"Little brother has a favor to ask of you.
"Well... you know who I am, and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time. Can I rest here for a bit?"
The fat boss readily agreed.
"Sure, no problem!
"But there’s no bed here, I’ll find you a board to sleep on..."
...
The rumbling sound was of a stainless steel food cart being pushed into the office.
The one delivering food wasn’t a canteen employee but an Alchemy Dao expert sent from Shangjing, a Sequence Nine [Strawman]. This chubby young man had previously visited West State City with Professor Zhang.
He was seen smiling and handing out lunch boxes to everyone.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!
"Today’s meal is braised pork, stewed chicken leg, stewed potatoes, and vinegar cabbage. I’ve checked, no poison, so feel free to eat."
Everyone took their lunch boxes one after another.
"Thanks to you too haha, a dignified Strawman, coming to deliver lunch boxes."
"It’s not easy for anyone."
Bai Mo took the steaming hot lunchbox, placed it on the coffee table in front of him, opened the lid, and smelled the enticing aroma of braised pork. He scanned it with his divine sense, sniffed lightly, and confirmed it was non-toxic.
The chubby young fellow, a "Strawman", after being checked by Gu Lin and others, pushed the food cart into the interior of the office, passed through the empty buffer office, and entered the innermost part to deliver food to Zhang Yuan.
"Zhang Yuan, time to eat."
The lunchbox was handed to Zhang Yuan, and as the "Strawman" was about to leave, he saw the Immortal Beast Fox in the room, squatting on a chair, its fox eyes staring at him, seemingly reminding him... did he forget something?
The "Strawman" got goosebumps from the stare, suddenly scared. Could the Immortal Beast have mistaken him for an attacker and was about to strike?
He shivered, hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie, just about to speak, but noticed the Immortal Beast’s gaze shifting to the stainless steel food cart.
Huh?
The "Strawman" frowned... Could it be that the Immortal Beast also wanted a lunchbox?
He did bring two extra spare lunchboxes, but... does the Immortal Beast need to eat? Does it eat human food?
He tentatively picked up a lunchbox and handed it to White Ears.
Sure enough, the Immortal Beast extended its front paw, steadily accepted it, and sniffed it with its fox nose. Then it lifted its head and looked back at the stainless steel food cart.
What does this mean?
One isn’t enough?
The "Strawman" quickly took out the last spare lunchbox and handed it to the Immortal Beast.
White Ears had a peculiar expression.
Actually, it wanted utensils, not another lunchbox... But since the person was willing to give it an extra, it was nonetheless very happy!
It kept a straight face and maintained its high-cold demeanor, not smiling.
With a "swish", it received the second lunchbox, then extended its paw to the stainless steel cart, taking a small spoon. It then waved a paw to signal the "Strawman" - miscellaneous people could leave now.
...
The small office returned to silence.
Zhang Yuan’s live streaming room had a limited camera range, which didn’t capture White Ears. The audience could only see Zhang Yuan eating.
At this point, the live stream turned into a mukbang.
[What is Yuan eating today?]
[Braised pork? Such a big piece? Looks delicious.] 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
[Why is Yuan eating so lifelessly? Scared out of his wits? Numb?]
[Damn, with such an event, who wouldn’t be numb, you’d be numb too!]
Zhang Yuan ate the vinegar cabbage listlessly, glanced at the screen comments, and could only manage a bitter smile.
Suddenly, he heard a strange noise, turned his head, and saw that red Fox Immortal Beast holding the lunchbox to its mouth, shoveling it in with a small spoon, inhaling like a storm!
White Ears had never had this kind of lunchbox before, with stewed potatoes and vinegar cabbage mixed with whole grain rice, shoveling it into its mouth. The braised pork was such a large piece, stewed until tender, with a lusciously red sheen and appetizing aroma. There was also a large chicken leg, not fried but still tasted great.
In no time, more than half of the lunchbox was gone.
It ate joyously, the corners of its mouth curling upwards, but upon noticing Zhang Yuan’s gaze, instantly straightened its expression. It was a top-tier bodyguard and must maintain sufficient coldness to offer the client a sense of security; goofing off wasn’t dignified enough!
So, with a cold face, it continued inhaling the meal like a storm.
Pat pat its chubby belly... Hmm, one box just enough for half full. So, two boxes were perfect.
It opened the second box, held it up, and, with a cold face, inhaled it again like a storm...
In no time, all was consumed, and seeing the oil left from the braised pork in the container, it almost stuck out its tongue to lick it, but quickly withdrew... A top-tier bodyguard would never lick the lunchbox!
...
At the market, a secluded meat stall, inside the crowded back room.
A slab of black pork on the chopping board, fed to the Immortal Beast Fly, was limp, rotten, and stinking, attracting more flies, "buzzing" as they hovered around.
As for the Immortal Beast Fly, having its fill, lay comfortably on the black pork, trembling slightly with comfort.
The fat boss had gone out; only the lean man in overalls remained, sitting on a wooden board on the ground, craning his neck to look at the door, and watching the bustling market outside, with people coming and going, laughing and joking, children playing.
"The fat boss went far away, huh."
Suddenly, he saw in the distance outside the door, on the path through the market...
A chubby little boy was playing around, hands poised on his head, jumping around merrily, singing a nursery rhyme, "I am the little white rabbit, little white rabbit, white and cute, hop and jump so lovely!"
The man in overalls sneered.
"Damn little idiot."
A little girl in a floral dress, her fingers curved like claws, playfully imitated a cat, "I am the little cat, meow meow meow meow meow!"
The man in overalls sneered.
"Damn little idiot."
A boy in a jacket, arms clamped to his sides, flapping his hands like fly wings, with an odd, awkward style, said with a laugh, "I am a fly, buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz..."
The man in overalls sneered.
"Damn little idiot."
He then rolled himself onto the wooden board, kneeling and crawling, imitating a fly rubbing its hands, then clamped his arms to his sides, flapping his hands like fly wings, with an odd, awkward style, and mimicked a fly, "buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz..."
