"Old Ox! Let me tell you right now, as for managing the Qinling in Xiqi District, I'm enough. If we really look into it, you wouldn't even pass the political screening!"

With Lord Fuli outside, Fat Cat shook off its previous submissiveness, spread its arms, and barked non-stop at the enraged antelope, with a hint of pride and arrogance.

Before Lord Fuli arrived, Fat Cat was chased over two hilltops by the antelope.

It nearly took off on the spot. But now that Lord Fuli is here, Fat Cat spoke up without hesitation, saying everything it wanted, almost cursing out the antelope's entire family as undocumented residents.

The antelope, commonly known as the "six different", resides in the Qinling Mountain Range. They have explosive tempers and when they see humans, the only thing in their minds is how to launch people into the air or to wait a bit before doing so.

As such.

The young, strong antelope is also nicknamed the "Qinling Killer."

"Maa—"

Looking at Fat Cat on the artificial hill, arms spread wide to make itself seem more imposing as it looked down, the antelope sneered, its low voice saying, "Whether I pass the screening is none of your business, you dead bear."

"Even if I don't pass, with my strength, I could go through the special talent channel and become your leader!"

"Come over now, lick my hooves nicely, and maybe I'll let you act as a main accomplice, otherwise, you better wash your butt and move to Russia, to play hide and seek with the brown bears there!"

The antelope let out a series of cold laughs, almost downgrading Fat Cat's social security to the lowest level.

"No way you'll make it!"

"In a while, when my big brother arrives, knocks you out, I'll take out all my savings, and hire a top tattoo artist to ink your whole back!"

The antelope was roaring, the panda was growling.

Fat Cat knew it couldn't beat the antelope and hadn't intended to fight it, just pretending to be fierce under borrowed authority.

Though it hadn't seen Lord Fuli go all out, Sister Leopard once said that the night Lord Fuli arrived in the city, it knocked out a panther with a stick.

Being able to knock out a panther head.

In the eyes of the Spirit Beasts, it's simply a war god, and Fat Cat is full of hope in Lord Fuli.

"You think you can cut off my social security? Ha! Just wait and see if I spin the table when you're picking the dishes!"

"Swish, swish—"

Feeling quite dizzy from being jostled around, Lord Fuli stood upright, one hand rubbing its stomach, while dragging along a huge hammer into the base, the metal hammer clinking against gravel and stone.

A deep furrow appeared along the path Lord Fuli had taken.

Large amounts of soil and debris were pushed aside by the giant hammer, though their weight couldn't stop the hammer's advance, instead, causing them to roll to the sides, making the hammer appear like a bulldozer.

With Lord Fuli's entrance.

The two Spirit Beasts, who were in the midst of trading insults, appeared momentarily stunned.

The sight of a fox dragging a giant hammer was already full of contrast, and the furrow it left behind enhanced the surreal scene.

"Bro!"

Fat Cat's chubby figure leaped down from the artificial hill and sprinted toward Lord Fuli, lifting a paw and pointing straight at the antelope, accusing, "It's him! Old Ox has leveled up to a Guardian Level Spirit Beast, wrecked the Panda Ecological Base at Qinling, and then he wants to sell me to Siberia to dig cherry-flavored potatoes."

Fat Cat slid to a crouch, sneaking up to Lord Fuli to make its complaint.

"Go inside and fetch me two bottles of mineral water."

Lord Fuli eyed Fat Cat and instructed it to find two bottles of mineral water, to rinse its mouth.

He surveyed the surroundings; the ecological base covering what must be more than 400 acres, was half in ruins, with key structures like the Conservation Research Institute, Panda History Museum, and the administrative center laid waste by the antelope's repeated berserk charges.

Ansheng didn't see any injured beasts, but the animals living in the ecological base were startled by the collapsed buildings, resulting in a scene of chaos within the base.

Lord Fuli turned his head, looked at the antelope, its front left hoof pounding the ground, visibly pumped up with excitement, and spoke slowly:

"I just got here, only to hear you talking about public servants and career positions..."

"Do you know what happened here?"

Facing Lord Fuli's query, the antelope snorted disdainfully, saying, "So what? You want to stick up for the Fat Cat?"

"What happened? Why, obviously..."

"Thud—"

The antelope ceased its hoof-stomping, its hair a shade of black and gray, stamped heavily on the concrete road, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the ground. It achieved peak speed as a black-gray blur, charging in head-first with its large horns directed at Lord Fuli.

"Pitter-patter—"

Hooves moved rapidly, thundering loudly, carrying an unrivaled momentum with a dragon's smoke trail.

"Showing my strength, giving me the right to ride over that Fat Cat and become its leader." The impudence was clear on the antelope's face as it barreled toward Lord Fuli.

Lord Fuli raised an arm, holding the giant hammer to block in front, left paw extended, grip tightened, hammer shaft wedged under the armpit.

"Boom—"

Engulfed in a massive dust screen, the antelope's sturdy horns crashed squarely against the hammer face. A burst of explosive airflow shot from the point of impact the instant they made contact.

The whirlwind expanded in a spiral, stripping away the smokescreen, stirring up a wild gust of flying sand and stones.

At the core of the collision, not a speck of dust remained.

The two remain locked in place, though Lord Fuli had carved out two ten-meter-long ruts in the earth beneath him.

"I've seen your strength...."

Lord Fuli twisted his wrist, shifting the horizontally obstructing hammer to a vertical stance, just enough to glimpse half of the antelope's face, which was still straining with a murderous look in its lazy gaze.

The space in front of Lord Fuli gradually expanded, where previously gripping the hammer required frictional support from its pads, now its palm fully encircled the hammer handle, thrusting forward, sending the antelope stumbling back, staggering several meters.

"With this level of strength, you want to become a public servant?" Lord Fuli raised the hammer with one hand, swinging it through the air, with the handle bending intensely, forming a crescent shape.

"I think you're suited for grueling schedules, earning just 2,300 a month with minimum social security as a temp worker!"

The hammer swept horizontally, fast as lightning, air currents enveloped it as it smashed into the antelope's side.

The whole antelope's form nearly folded, becoming a black shadow like a bullet exiting a chamber, uncontrollably flying backward, a turbulent wind pressure and the antelope's figure leaving an extending fan-shaped mark over 500 meters long on the road.

The impact sent a fierce wind, ruffling the fur on Lord Fuli as he lowered the raised hammer, his figure slowly shrinking back into a small fox form, lifting its hand, making a lookout gesture, then turned, put both arms beside its mouth, and shouted:

"Fat Cat! Doctor!"

"And where's my mineral water?"

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