"Heh heh heh!"

"Bena, right? Hide well because when I find you, I'll use your credit card to buy pineapple pizza, and right in front of you, I'll break your Italian pasta into tiny bits, forcing you to watch!"

"I'll even post about you eating pineapple pizza on Twitter and tag your leader to watch!"

Under Master Fox's brute force, the press blocking the entrance to the Spirit Particle Ruins fell to the ground. Although Master Fox couldn't blast open the door, Bena and her crew couldn't make a hole in it either.

With the anchors on the wall twisting and breaking, the gate made from Spiritual Particle Metal finally declared defeat.

Feeling triumphant, Master Fox, under the watchful eyes of the surveillance cameras, sprawled over Wang Qiqi's waist, pulled out the Security Bureau's walkie-talkie, and asked the logistics team to prepare a portable stove, pasta, pineapple pizza, and two cups of grape Americano to the ceramic factory.

Once the pineapple pizza is bought, remember to immediately cool it with a fan, so Bena can't have a single warm bite, Master Fox's face full of malevolence.

Finally, Master Fox didn't forget to inform via the walkie-talkie that the takeout should be from the place with the lowest score.

Bena in the monitoring room was utterly dumbfounded.

"Such wickedness... A fox like you in the Middle Ages would surely spark a witch-hunt." Bena let out a desperate howl.

But Master Fox paid her no mind, instead turning his gaze to the door that was pushed open. Ansheng pondered for a moment, then directly dismantled the door from its bearing hinge frame.

Master Fox picked up the steel rod on the ground and tied it to the roughly 70 centimeters wide door panel.

Due to being unable to carry a giant hammer, Master Fox made do by twisting the steel into a giant fly swatter.

"Awooo—"

Not long after the weapon was made, a howl suddenly erupted from inside the ruins, pairs of green eyes lit up in the dim corridor, and gray-brown fur-clad werewolves wielded old-style machine guns, crazily shooting towards the door.

"Whoa—"

Seeing the flash of gunfire, Ansheng the fox was shocked and instinctively looked at Wang Qiqi with a questioning expression.

Sister, what's going on with you folks?

Earlier, having C4 was already surprising; I thought they chemically broke down the raw materials and manually assembled it. But now they've even managed machine guns.

"Master..."

Hiding by the door, Wang Qiqi seemed to read Master Fox's bewilderment and spoke in a subtle tone:

"Do you know why the beef slices in Lanzhou ramen can be cut as thin as cicada wings?"

"Because there was a village in Lanzhou, before when they were poor, their hands were adept at drawing rifling. Later, with our precise assistance, they found drawing rifling wasn't as profitable as pulling noodles, so they all turned to pulling noodles..."

"6..."

Upon hearing this, Master Fox flashed a '6' to Wang Qiqi, expressing his speechlessness.

Goodness, I originally thought the folks over in Xia Dong were already hardy enough.

Turns out, there are experts next door to Chang'an City.

"You scoundrel! In our Xia Country, hoarding firearms is already a serious crime!"

"Do you want to taste bullets?"

Master Fox shouted out once, then charged into the ruins corridor with his handcrafted fly swatter. Bullets hit the door panel, yet despite the hot bullets, they couldn't even create ripples on the panel, not even scratch the paint.

"Quick! Get the rocket launcher out..."

The Beast Warriors, seeing the bullets ineffective, switched tactics to use heavy firepower for bombardment.

"Drag your uncle! Taste my dragged slap!"

Noticing that the opposite side's bullets were running out, Master Fox seized the chance while they were reloading to instantly rush into the hall, swinging the fly swatter heavily against the lead wolf's head.

"Clang—"

A strong cranial echo reverberated in the room as Master Fox grabbed the chest fur of another machine gun-wielding werewolf and sent him upwards. The werewolf's two-meter-tall head directly embedded into the ceiling slab.

The Spirit Particle Ruins were coated with metal on the outside, but the internal structure wasn't so extravagant.

This place was just built with rocks seemingly hewn and stacked after smelting revisions.

After disabling one werewolf with a swipe, Master Fox slammed another into the ceiling.

Standing on the cover, Master Fox glared at the spiral staircase above where the weapon box-wielding werewolf was.

The werewolf seemed to sense danger approaching, immediately freezing stiff on the stairs, slowly lifting his head to look at the fox spirit beast approaching with a door panel, face looking sinister.

"I... I can explain." The werewolf in front didn't have Bena's toughness; seeing defeat imminent, he spoke humbly to Master Fox.

"Put your head forward!"

Master Fox tipped the cover he stood on with his toes, raised the fly swatter, signaling the opposite to put the head forward: "I guarantee you won't die."

"Oh..."

The werewolf timidly nodded, placing his head on the stair railing.

"Boom!"

With Master Fox's swat, the werewolf holding a dark green weapon box suddenly straightened, his entire head burying into the cover.

"These undead have serious backbone, took a swat from Master without uttering a sound."

Master Fox mocked, grabbed the newly seized weapon box with his left hand, dragging the fly swatter with his right, quickly heading to the second underground level of the Spirit Particle Ruins.

During the werewolf clobbering, Ansheng made a surprising discovery.

Whenever smashing a werewolf's head, a golden light flashed in one's mind.

Although Ansheng didn't have time to look, he could tell from the flashing brilliance that Wish Power accounted for.

The entire ruins radiated the fragrance of Wish Power.

Although...

Guarding food isn't good behavior, Ansheng still inevitably boldly headed towards the second underground level of the ruins.

"Everyone come out!"

"All the wolf cubs inside listen up..."

Master Fox flew down the stairs, lifting the indestructible door sign with the left hand, aiming a rocket launcher with the right at the position of the ruins' second underground level. But when Master Fox saw the environment of the second level, his expression froze.

A brown-haired foreign woman sat cross-legged on a modern office desk, her hands clasped over her head, waving something like a badge above.

The badge had her photo, clearly labeled with 'Northwest University student card', and in the name column, it read clearly: Bena Pastore.

"A fox can hit me, or force me into shameful costumes, just don't feed me pineapple pizza."

Leading the archeologists in the ambush, Bena raised her head slightly upon seeing Master Fox appear, full of dejection as she spoke her surrender declaration:

"The ruins haven't been fully excavated, the door to the third level has a thick Spiritual Particle Metal gate, with no entrance or exit for us to get inside..."

"We surrender, please grant us leniency..."

[God bless, may our sacrifice ensure Romano's successful escape with the documents. Even if we can't enter the third level, taking the sandwich data from the second level layer will be worth it! Looking at the stern-faced fox ahead, Bena silently swallowed, prayed devoutly to God, hoping the chameleon genetic companion can escape, taking the documents copying data they just excavated.]

[Wish Fulfilled: Sacrifice must have meaning.]

Ansheng: "......"

Soon, I'll brew you pasta with coffee.

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