Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 43: Fang Bo Returns

Especially Zhang Shan, Lu Yang, and another person, sitting silently in the carriage at this moment.

After advancing to Sequence Nine, they thought their combat strength was quite good. Who would’ve thought that a criminal with a Slave Rune would immediately teach them a lesson.

The aura and power of that criminal when he charged forward had already overwhelmed them.

This Sequence Nine of theirs, ultimately, was too fragile.

Bai Mo glanced at them, furrowing his brows, pondering for a moment.

"Don’t be so tense, everyone. It’s almost lunchtime.

"I’ve just earned a bonus.

"Let me treat everyone to hotpot."

...

In the hotpot restaurant, the air was filled with fragrance, and laughter echoed.

The innermost table.

The two-part pot bubbled with fragrant steam, various meats, small seafood, and meatballs piled up on the table.

Bai Mo ate while generously waving his hand.

"Order whatever you like!

"Just pick whatever suits your taste.

"I see this place serves abalone, everyone should have a few to replenish themselves!"

Zhang Shan and the others ate with warmth, sweating, their faces glowing, and they relaxed considerably.

Yet Zhang Shan awkwardly smiled.

"There’s no need, we’re already eating well, don’t spend too much."

Bai Mo shook his head, lowering his voice.

"It’s not expensive. I just asked Fang Xiaoyu, we can get this meal reimbursed."

What?

Zhang Shan and the others paused quietly for a moment, looked at the menu, and flipped to the most expensive page with seafood and Wagyu beef, without glancing at the prices, just waved and called, "Waiter, more dishes!"

As for Bai Mo’s apprentice, Black Gloves, at this moment, was squatting on the innermost seat, leaning next to the master. Holding a paper bag full of fried chicken, its fox face buried inside, munching happily, not caring for hotpot, preferring fried chicken as tastier.

...

While eating, everyone lowered their voice, discussing the case.

"...Actually, this tattoo artist was stubbornly identified by examining surveillance footage bit by bit.

"West State City’s cameras are plentiful, and now the imagery retention period has extended.

"We combed through the footage, searching for everyone who’s been in contact with these hooligans over the past three months.

"It took quite some effort to find this tattoo artist.

"Should be able to close the case now, right?"

Bai Mo was slightly doubtful.

"Would he be a genius tattoo artist? A genius wouldn’t draw a Slave Rune on himself, would he?"

After all, that’s a Talisman, not a sticker. Once drawn, it can’t be wiped off.

Zhang Shan and the others looked at each other, sensing something was indeed amiss.

The group chatted while eating, and the topic shifted to No. 49 Middle School.

"The three of us haven’t gone to school for a long time. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"After taking college entrance exams, we’ll say goodbye to academics.

"Bai Mo, there’s a school outing and graduation photo the day after tomorrow, will you go?"

Bai Mo, having eaten his fill, was wiping his mouth. He froze for a moment upon hearing this question.

Outing?

Graduation photo?

He hadn’t been to school for a long time, and had just heard about this.

"The class teacher mentioned it in the group chat a few days ago, wishing everyone would go, have a group outing, and take a graduation photo. Then focus entirely on preparing for college entrance exams.

"She said the whole class should try to go, asked if I could make time to join.

"Even Zhang Xiaoman, who dropped out in sophomore year, has been invited.

"She said she misses you and wonders if you’ll attend."

Miss me?

Bai Mo reflected quietly.

This class teacher, a middle-aged woman, was quite nice, always looking out for Bai Mo... Throughout the three years, Bai Mo often slept in class, many substitute teachers had complaints, some even wanted to talk to Bai Mo, but the teacher blocked them. The school’s financial aid and scholarships were also applied for with her help. Once he ran out of living expenses and was eating bread with seaweed in the canteen, she caught him and ensured every month his meal card mysteriously got an extra hundred yuan...

Bai Mo looked at Zhang Shan.

"I should go.

"If you all have time, you should come too."

...

The hotpot restaurant was located in a bustling mall, and stepping out, they were greeted with the lively bustle and laughter of people coming and going.

The mall not only had restaurants and counters, but various tutoring institutions were bustling too.

Suddenly, Zhang Shan pulled Bai Mo, "Look quickly, isn’t that Fang Bo over there?"

Everyone halted, looking into the distance.

There was a calligraphy tutoring institution, where a father and son stood confronting each other at the entrance.

The father was dressed in a suit, angrily reprimanding.’

The son, short and chubby, hung his head, his eyes swollen and red, tears flowing silently.

Passersby frequently turned to watch the commotion.

But Fang Bo’s father showed no restraint, continuing to berate incessantly.

Fang Bo’s face grew redder, tears increasing.

Zhang Shan squinted, noticing the details.

"Damn? Fang Bo seems to have a slap mark on his face?

"What kind of grudge does his dad hold against him to warrant this?"

Yu Tingting pursed her lips.

"I heard before that his dad has high expectations for him. If he doesn’t get first in anything, he resorts to beating and scolding.

"I think he’s already excellent, but his dad just isn’t satisfied."

Lu Yang frowned, about to step forward!

But Bai Mo held him back.

They couldn’t resolve Fang Bo’s situation; after all, it was a family matter. Quite the opposite, if they stepped up, Fang Bo, in this state, would be anguished to be seen by classmates!

"Let’s just pretend we didn’t see it, let’s keep moving."

They took a different path, glanced back once more, and headed down the stairs to leave.

Fox Mountain was enveloped in night.

Without their master, the fox apprentices lay in the dormitory, some huddled together in groups with fellow apprentices, others curled up alone with their tails, sleeping soundly, snoring filled the air, occasionally emitting glistening bubbles from nostrils.

Some foxes couldn’t sleep, staring with reddish-brown eyes in the dark, vast dormitory.

Suddenly, in the center of the dormitory, white smoke rose, blending the realm of dreams with reality.

The awake foxes immediately sat up, gazing fixedly.

They saw Black Gloves, returning from a mission, emerging from the smoke, still licking grease from its lips, flicking away crispy chicken crumbs from its fur.

A group of foxes immediately surrounded him.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Howl howl howl!"

Fox chatter urged Black Gloves to recount the mission story.

Black Gloves, its fox face grinning, rose on two legs, puffing its belly, paws behind its back, tilting its head slightly, squinting, exuding an air of mastery as it began fox-speak, narrating its valiant battle experience!

Describing itself wearing the Invisibility Cloak, moving deftly, flitting in and out of combat, appearing miraculously!

Describing enemies immediately becoming bulletproof, tough like old leather, even the Iron Sword couldn’t pierce them!

Describing its decisive boldness, unrivaled skills, a single Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, directly puncturing the enemy’s defenses!

A group of fox apprentices raised their heads, expressions focused, their minds captured.

Some foxes extended their paws, revealing claws, reminiscent of the previous Puncture Valve.