Chapter 1124 - 1121: Ultraman Arrives, All the Red Lights Come On

"Generally speaking, it's the harmony between high mountains and flowing water with a soulmate, and the stinky water twins of low mountains..."

"It's a pleasure to trip up the opposing forces."

Ansheng shrugged, vividly describing the assassination process and background within the wedding banquet hall.

Initially, the Longevity Club was at odds after losing to the Mayflower in Ahmei's elections, leaving the landlords with a simmering indignation.

Just due to balancing interests from all sides, the landlords couldn't act on Ahmei's turf.

The ones who kicked the assassins hardest, shouting cunning schemes, were all part of the Longevity Club gang.

"So... Master Fuli, what do you suggest? I find the assassination logic quite bizarre, it doesn't feel like a proper assassination."

"It's more like someone's trying to disgrace you..." Jin Wanlin glanced at the assassination group on stretchers, swollen like fathead fish, and the white-haired soul slipping out, shaking his head.

"What to do? They want to mess with me and still expect peace?" Ansheng looked scornfully and shouted into the banquet hall:

"Those inside, who are skilled at moral blackmail, organizing protests, and extortion? Stand up."

At Master Fuli's command, someone in the wedding banquet hall raised their hand and stood up immediately.

"Me! We have a plethora of unofficial organizations, ranging from sports to environmental to racial issues."

"Us too! We're experts in cutting costs, making three million do the work of eight million, and afterward, reclaiming a few million dollars as kickbacks!" Another person stood up.

"Cut off their medical cards, check their taxes, block their fire services, send some Bharat to their bathrooms." Ansheng confidently stated: "Give them some trouble!"

"Whenever Mayflower Organization members handle anything, aggressively disrupt their processes."

"As for hospitals, when Mayflower's involved, don't use the best medicines; instead apply the most expensive, bursting their organization's inflation rate first."

"The Blue Star's troublemakers collude——"

"Reimpose the tithe!"

Master Fuli addressed all representatives, delivering a speech declaring war against the Mayflower Organization.

"....."

Below the stage, representatives exchanged perplexed looks as peculiar expressions emerged on their faces.

Master Fuli was infamous for his forceful ways, yet also notorious as unreachable via overseas calls.

Even with money sent, calling through remained in Schrodinger's signal state, whether audible depended entirely on Master Fuli's mood.

With Mayflower's disturbance, the signal stations improved, so Master Fuli stepped up, supporting the landlords' breaking backbone.

Previously, it was Master Fuli and Mayflower sandwiching the Longevity Club into submission.

Mayflower focused on heavy offline strikes, while Master Fuli specialized in online mind-bending propaganda, spouting spirit-particle resurrection and systematically territorial Longevity landlords, exploiting the destitute masses.

The most miserable part was, no one could pluck out Master Fuli's network cable.

Anyone daring to cut Master Fuli's cable would encounter raiders storming in, looting, smashing, and setting fires.

"Down with feudal religious superstition, down with the evil church exploiters, returning a new free world to Blue Star!"

Despite disagreeing with Master Fuli's harsh self-criticism viewpoints.

These were mere trivial matters, as long as Master Fuli overpowered Mayflower's upper echelons, hard labor, or anything sordidly underhanded, Longevity landlords were quite willing to oblige.

"...hard to maintain composure." Jin Wanlin's lips twitched, observing the landlords fervently chanting "Down with feudal thought," she couldn't decide what expression to reveal.

With faces this thick, no wonder their fortunes were so robust.

Indeed, without conscience, and with flexible morals, you can profit immensely.

The physiques of those muscular beastmen hunks were softer than a young lady's, almost tender as flowing water.

"Xiaolan, have a sip of cola..."

Ah Qing wore a peculiar expression, watching a group of large Furry individuals revert to human forms, as if nothing had happened, returned to the dining tables and seats, holding cans of cola with two Spirit Particle Potions in them, handing them to the little fox.

"You actually know about tithes."

Ah Qing picked up the little fox again, poking the straw tip where it bit, teasing said.

The tithe, as its name implies, is to collect one-tenth of residents' total income.

This tax rate isn't light; despite being called tax, it's essentially a religious donation, which other kingdoms still have to pay. After a complete process, tax rates can easily go to sixty percent.

Ah Qing didn't comprehend Mayflower's prowess, but this covert mischief, charging them sixty percent tax.

Even when Ultraman arrives, red lights will flash everywhere.

"Huhu, I don't know..." Ansheng nonchalantly sucked on refreshing iced cola, answering somewhat perfunctorily.

Although the affairs on the old continent of Europe have little relation to the Tea Master.

However, when discussing tea's impact globally, it often intersects with world history, leading to village brawls in Europe.

Therefore, Ansheng is fairly well-researched on Europe's historical matters, though his studies mostly concern gossip among European royal aristocracies.

Things like religious tithes, Ansheng can easily chatter out, also knowing behind tithes lays much more than just one-tenth of total income.

But it doesn't matter, since it's the Mayflower Organization members paying it.

Directly utilizing big data for known exploitation, when they eventually discover, surely people won't pay an extra thirty to sixty percent for religious beliefs?

Not to mention humans, even gods can't withstand it.

Withstanding it would be purely divine, at which point, they would be beaten out saving food and oxygen for Blue Star.

"Stinky Xiaolan!"

Seeing Huhu dismiss her probing, Ah Qing didn't pursue details further, merely huffed lightly, then quickly leaned cheek towards Ansheng, cheerfully saying:

"But today the little fox was so valiant, the way he swayed others, all the aunties said they wanted to fly over and surpass King Zhou."

The four-person dorm's small group now had a daily discussion topic added aside from assignments, beauties, amusing incidents, and cuisine.

Which was:

{"What mischief did the little fox get into today."}

Due to sisterly bonds, and everyone sharing a common secret, concerning Spirit Particles, they talk openly.

Ah Qing often photographed the little fox's personal snapshots and shared them with good sisters in the group.

"So... what did Momo say?" Ansheng pondered while asking.

Among the dorm mates, Momo was known for speaking frankly.

"Uh..."

Ah Qing wore a peculiar expression, saying: "Momo says the little fox is above the class beauty and school beauty as the global beauty..."

"Can't... couldn't hold it." Ansheng's face turned black, looked to Ah Qing, and retorted.

"Ah Qing, what are you doing at the door...."

Returning to wedding banquet normality, Lin Kui and Chen Tianyun had just toasted with the groom's family, and came to the banquet hall to acquaint with the bride's relatives.

Upon arrival, Chen Tianyun saw Ah Qing and the Fox Grandmaster sitting at the steps, drinking a can of iced cola.

"Oh, there was an adult fight inside, some unsuitable things I came out for..."

"F-fight?" Chen Tianyun was taken aback and looked quizzically at Lin Kui.

The guests inside the hall were all self-made billionaires, wherever a brick drops, it strikes one ranked among the wealthy.

They could also battle?

"Yes, they fought until clothes were shredded everywhere, even leaving cracks in the floor tiles..." Ah Qing nodded.

Chen Tianyun: "....."

Lin Kui: "...."