Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 85 - 73: Each and Every One of You, Laughing at My Mom?
Does the Dark World have any more tricks up its sleeve?
Will they disrupt the press conference again?
Will they disturb the Roadside Flower again?
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
But the press conference proceeded to the next stage.
A few Immortal Technique Committee members pushed a cart into the conference room, stopping beside the podium.
On the cart was a cage containing a middle-aged fatty with a haggard, miserable face. He was dressed in prison garb, wearing handcuffs, and standing in the cage with a slight bow.
"This person is someone we captured, a downline of the Dark World.
"He was originally the butcher stall owner at the vegetable market and also a supplier to the association’s canteen.
"He collaborated with the Fly Assassin, helping him infiltrate the Committee."
After this introduction, the reporters became excited! Cameras were immediately clicking and flashing!
Click! Click! Click!
Under the flashlights, they took picture after picture of the fatty boss.
The next segment was the fatty boss’s speech. According to the rehearsal, he was supposed to speak on how he went astray, how he was seduced by the Dark World’s villains, and how he planned to turn over a new leaf...
In the grand venue, he stood in the cage, before countless scrutinizing eyes. First, he looked around, muttering to himself.
"Such a big scene?"
Then, he glanced at the cameras beside him.
"Is it live-streamed too?"
Following that, he cleared his throat and began his speech.
"I’m Luo Sanlu, owner of the Kaiyuan Vegetable Market Honest Butcher in West State City.
"My shop mainly sells fresh pork, black pork, premium beef, and lamb.
"If customers order, I can also get high-end wagyu beef, French lamb chops, and Iberian ham, but they’re really, really expensive..."
The reporters all frowned.
What is this guy talking about? Isn’t he supposed to talk about going astray and turning over a new leaf? Why is he advertising now?
On the podium, all the leaders also felt something was off.
What’s this guy babbling about? Why isn’t he sticking to the prepared script? Did he forget his lines?
In the audience, Peach Blossom Eyes glanced at his master, his fox-like eyes slightly puzzled... What are wagyu and Iberian ham?
Bai Mo bent down and whispered into Peach Blossom Eyes’ ear.
"Foreign goods, average taste, outrageously expensive, greasy, and meant to rip off the gullible. Next time there’s an event, we should get some Jinhua ham. Now, that’s delicious."
Peach Blossom Eyes nodded, remembering the name "Jinhua ham."
...
Beside the podium, in the iron cage, the fatty boss Luo Sanlu continued speaking.
"... Let me tell you, these high-end wagyu, French lamb chops, Iberian ham, are really damn expensive. I only taste them occasionally.
"Having them every day and for meals is something I truly can’t afford.
"Sometimes I wonder, why can’t I afford these things?
"In the novels, those cultivators are like emperors, shitting on mortal royalty, eating and sleeping wherever they please, each living more extravagantly than the last. So why does it fall short for me?"
The atmosphere in the venue grew increasingly peculiar.
Everyone present fell silent.
Bai Mo, sitting in the audience, thought this fatty must be reading some old-school web novels, right?
The current popular web novels mostly feature cultivators struggling in the markets, where the main character relies on marrying and living cautiously, and generally can’t become an emperor.
...
Yet, Luo Sanlu stood in the cage, under everyone’s gaze, speaking with justified confidence and spittle flying.
"... I think this is very unreasonable!
"I’m a grand cultivator, above thousands, how can I be living so poorly?
"Later I found out, any cultivator who wants to live freely doesn’t have a good life.
"Slightly committing a mistake, they become fugitives! Living like damn rats, being beaten by everyone.
"Is this reasonable? Is this the treatment a cultivator should get?
"This is damn unreasonable!
"Some cultivators become fugitives, they can’t even buy food, clothes, or find a place to sleep. Every day is like begging. They can’t even survive.
"This isn’t the status a cultivator should have!"
Everyone in the venue was even more baffled.
What exactly is the purpose of having this guy at a press conference?
Currently, the tens of millions of online viewers watching the live stream spammed the comment section.
[What’s going on?]
[Isn’t this fatty a criminal? Why is he so righteously indignant?]
[Is he unhappy with his sentence and wants to push it further?]
[So audacious.]
[But why do I feel there’s some truth in what he’s saying?]
[Open the door upstairs, it’s a water meter check]
...
In the venue, Luo Sanlu was spitting everywhere, sticking out his neck, getting more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.
"Actually, I understand too, the snake follows its path, the rat follows its own, everyone has their own path, their own territory, their own way of living.
"But many cultivators, damn it, have no territory, no way of living. If they want to survive, they can only get caught and live in prison. That won’t do!
"Even if a cultivator commits a crime, they’re still a cultivator, they need a territory where they can survive.
"What we want to create is just such a territory, a space, a survival space!
"A survival space where even cultivators who have committed crimes can still manage to get by!
"We call it... the Dark World!
"This name, it was given by our big boss, sounds like a damn cartoon."
The atmosphere in the venue grew increasingly bizarre.
On the podium, Chairman Chen Shu raised his hand several times, wanting to stop this Fatty’s nonsense. But looking at the phone on the table, and the tens of millions of viewers in the live stream, he put his hand down again.
Let him speak, after all, he’s just a clown.
Lately, we’ll do another episode of Tears Behind Bars documenting him working on a sewing machine in prison!
...
But Fat Boss Luo Sanlu was already spitting everywhere, starting to talk about the plans for the Dark World.
"Our Dark World has just organized, and there aren’t many people yet.
"Our plan is simple.
"First step, make a name for ourselves, let society know about our brand."
Saying this, he stood in the cage, wearing handcuffs, glancing at the reporters and photographers beside him.
"You group of journalists, write your reports well, draft your articles carefully!
"Put what I’ve said in the newspapers, on TV, let everyone see it!"
...
In the audience, Bai Mo recalled who this Fatty was.
He was an accomplice of the Fly Assassin, previously when the Fly Assassin’s soul scattered and physical body died. This Fatty secretly disposed of the body, throwing the Fly Assassin’s body into the garbage bin at the vegetable market, only to get caught in the act and brought to the Immortal Technique Committee.
Just this kind of guy, how does he still have so much energy, why is he starting to give speeches?
...
Yet in the iron cage, the Fat Boss continued.
"The second step of our plan is to stir up some major events, show our faces, let everyone see our power.
"Only with enough power can we recruit and expand.
"That giant bird Zhang Bainiao, you all saw it, right?
"Poison Master Wang E has also joined us.
"There’re also several others, you wouldn’t recognize them even if I told you, so I won’t say much more."
As Fat Boss spoke, talking about Zhang Bainiao, he noticed the reporters and Immortal Technique Committee members beside him showing mischievous smiles. He realized at once.
"Did Zhang Bainiao not show up?
"Did he lose the fight?"
Fat Boss had been locked up for a long time, unaware of what happened outside.
Seeing each reporter grin even wider, laughing even harder, he understood, more or less, that Zhang Bainiao lost the fight, failed to make a successful appearance and probably even made a fool of himself.
He frowned slightly.
"No problem, no problem.
"Let me tell you, Zhang Bainiao doesn’t represent Dark World’s prowess!
"Our Dark World might be small in number, but each is an elite.
"Plus, the way we do things is strategic, like playing chess, one step at a time!"
The venue was filled with laughter, feeling that this Fatty had quite an impressive comedic effect.
But Fat Boss Luo Sanlu still talked tough.
"Do you think I was really caught and brought in here?
"No!
"I came in as an assassin."
The venue roared with laughter.
Chairman Chen Shu on the podium laughed along. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
But in the iron cage, Luo Sanlu raised his cuffed hands, trying forcefully to break the cuffs.
Clang!
The iron chains were strained taut, making a noise. But they didn’t break.
Amidst the uproar of laughter, Fat Boss Luo Sanlu tried again...
In the audience, Bai Mo frowned, seeing Luo Sanlu’s raised hands quickly turned red, scarlet, bright red, blood red... even truly started seeping blood, forming a layer of blood, as if wearing blood gloves, with the blood dripping along his wrists, flowing into his prison uniform.
This?
Immortal Martial Path, Sequence Eight, [Blood Man]?[
Clang!
The handcuff’s iron chain snapped, Fat Boss Luo Sanlu easily crushed the lock of the iron cage, stepping out from within.
Looking over the audience, looking at the reporters.
"Damn it, what are you all laughing at?"
