The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 354 This Hammer, Labor Dispatch
"Old Niu! I'm telling you right now, I'm enough to keep things under control in Qinling, Xiqi District. If you really want to investigate further, you won't even pass the political background check!"

Knowing that Master Fuli was outside, the fat cat abandoned its previous timidity, opened its arms, and barked incessantly at the ferocious takin, with a hint of pride and arrogance.

Before Master Fuli arrived, the fat cat was tossed around by the takin and ran across two hills.

It almost took off on the spot, but now that Master Fuli has arrived, the fat cat also spoke up without any politeness, saying all his innermost thoughts, almost pointing at the takin's nose and cursing that its whole family was unregistered.

Takins, also known as the six unlikes, inhabit the Qinling Mountains. They are extremely irritable, and when they see humans, all they think about is how to knock them flying or how to knock them flying later.

therefore.

The young and strong takin has also earned the nickname "King of Murder in the Qinling Mountains".

"What—"

Looking at the fat cat standing on the artificial hill, arms outstretched to make itself appear stronger, looking down at him from above, the takin sneered and said in a low voice, "Whether the political review is over or not is none of your business, you dead bear."

"Even if I don't pass the entrance exam, with my abilities, I'm more than qualified to use the special talent channel and become your leader!"

"Come here now and lick my hooves properly, and maybe I'll let you be my main companion. Otherwise, you can wash your ass clean and move to Russia to play hide-and-seek with the brown bears there!"

The takin let out a series of cold laughs, almost as if it wanted to directly reduce the fat cat's social security to the lowest level.

You can't do it!

"When my older brother arrives in a little while, he'll knock you out. I'll take out all my savings and spend a fortune to hire a good tattoo artist to tattoo your entire back!"

The takin is bellowing, and the panda is roaring.

Knowing he couldn't beat the takin, the fat cat had no intention of going down to fight it; he only dared to feign strength.

Although it had never seen the Fortune Fox in full power, Sister Leopard said that the Fortune Fox knocked it unconscious with a stick the night it entered the city.

It could knock out Leopard Head.

In the eyes of spirit beasts, he was practically a war god, and Fat Cat had full confidence in Master Fuli.

"You dare to stop my social security? Pshaw! Just you wait and see if I turn the table when you're picking up food from the table!"

"Splash, splash—"

The bumpy ride was so bad that the nauseous old man Fuli stood up, rubbing his stomach with one hand and dragging the giant hammer into the base with the other. The metal hammer collided with the gravel and pebbles on the ground, making a rustling sound.

A deep ravine appeared on the road where Master Fuli was passing by.

Large amounts of soil and ruins were churned up by the giant hammer that landed on the ground, but their weight did not stop the hammer's progress at all. Instead, the ruins and gravel kept tumbling and sliding to the sides, making the giant hammer look like a bulldozer.

As Master Fuli entered the room.

The two spirit beasts, who had been exchanging sharp words, were both momentarily taken aback.

The fox dragging the giant hammer is already a striking contrast, but the ruts it leaves in the path it travels through make it even more bizarre.

"elder brother!"

The fat cat, with its chubby body, leaped off the artificial hill, landing on all fours. It quickly ran towards Master Fuli, raised its hand, and pointed directly at the takin, saying, "That's it! Old takin has already advanced to a guardian-level spirit beast. It has demolished the Qinling Panda Ecological Base and still wants to take my basket, then sell me to Siberia to dig cherry blossom-flavored potatoes."

Fat Cat slid down, crouched, and crouched low, sneaking close to Master Fuli to complain.

"Go downstairs and get me two bottles of mineral water."

Master Fuli glanced at the fat cat and gestured for it to fetch two bottles of mineral water so he could rinse his mouth. He looked around and saw that half of the buildings in the ecological base, which covered an area of ​​no less than 400 acres, had collapsed. The conservation research institute, the giant panda history museum and rescue center, as well as the base's administrative center, had all been reduced to ruins by the repeated ferocious charges of the takin.

An Sheng didn't see any injured people, but the animals living in the ecological base were frightened by the building collapse, and the scene in the base was chaotic.

Master Fuli turned his head and looked at the takin, whose left foreleg was pounding the ground incessantly, clearly displaying extraordinary excitement, and slowly spoke:

"I just arrived and I heard you all discussing civil servants and public institution employees."

Do you know what happened here?

Faced with Master Fuli's question, the takin snorted disdainfully and said:

"What? You want to stand up for Fat Cat?"

"What else happened? Of course."

"despair--"

With its forelegs no longer moving up and down, the takin, its fur a dark gray, stomped heavily on the concrete road, leaving spiderweb-like cracks etched into the earth. The takin reached its peak speed, transforming into a dark gray blur, and lowered its head so that its large horns faced the takin master.

“Tick-tick-tick—”

Its hooves moved swiftly, producing a thunderous roar, and the takin, with unparalleled momentum, dragged a giant dragon of dust behind it.

"To demonstrate my power, so that I can rightfully ride on the head of that fat cat and be its leader." The takin, with its defiant expression, slammed its fist into the Fortune Cat Master.

Master Fuli raised his arm, the giant hammer blocking in front of him. His left claw reached forward and gripped it tightly, the hammer handle tucked under his armpit.

"boom--"

The takin, enveloped in a curtain of smoke and dust that blotted out the sky, slammed its massive horns directly into the hammer, and a burst of air erupted from the center point the instant of contact.

The strong wind spread in a spiral, sweeping away the smoke and stirring up a gust of wind that sent sand and stones flying.

The core of the collision site was spotless.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, but the old fox had carved out two furrows, each several meters long, beneath its feet.

"I have witnessed your power."

With a flick of his wrist, Master Fuli turned the massive hammer that had been blocking his way into an upright position, allowing him to see half of the takin's face as it strained with its head down. Its normally dead-fish eyes appeared exceptionally fierce from this angle.

The giant fox's body gradually swelled up. Originally, he had to rely on the friction of his paw pads to keep steady while holding the giant hammer, but now his palms completely gripped the handle of the giant hammer. He pushed forward and sent the antelope stumbling and staggering several meters away.

"With this kind of power, you still want to take the civil service exam?" Master Fuli raised the giant hammer with one hand. As he swung the hammer, the handle deformed violently, bending into a crescent shape.

"I think you're better suited for a 996 or 007 work schedule, with a monthly salary of 2,300 yuan and the lowest level of social security benefits as a labor dispatch worker!"

The giant hammer swept horizontally, as fast as lightning, and struck the takin's side chest with an invisible airflow.

The takin's body nearly folded up, turning into a black shadow like a bullet leaving a gun barrel, flying uncontrollably backward. The violent wind pressure and the takin's body plowed a fan-shaped track that stretched for nearly 500 meters on the road.

The gust of wind whipped up by the impact ruffled the fur of Master Fuli. He lowered the giant hammer he had been holding, his figure gradually shrinking back into that of a small fox. He raised his hand in a gesture of gazing into the distance, then turned around, placed his arms beside his muzzle, and shouted in human language:
"Fat Cat! Doctor!"

"And where is my bottled water?"

(End of this chapter)