Chapter 1154 - 1151: Profoundly Understanding One's Worth

"Huh? You actually agreed to go call in reinforcements?" Ansheng stared wide‑eyed at Old Li:

"I originally thought I'd have to properly sweet‑talk you on this, quote some classics, haul out Tang History and chat with you for half a day about the glory of the Golden Tang."

The current situation on Blue Star can actually be summed up pretty well in one sentence: you've got to start beating the brats early.

From the moment the Immortals showed up in the mortal world, they've had time, place, and people all on their side—just waiting for a gust of Spiritual Particle east wind to soar ninety thousand li and start splitting up Blue Star People's family assets.

It's just that they and the other Old Zongzi are stuck right on that east wind and the "landlord's" will.

Right now the advantage in Martial Force is on our side, and Ansheng's Six-tailed Fox will keeps saying: hurry, hurry up and use Super Power.

Of course.

That's all true in theory, but when Master Fuli chooses to bare his fangs, the other side can also choose to avoid them.

Master Fuli's nameplate, in Xia Country, isn't just a beacon for Martial Force and Spirit Particle Science exploration—it's a Demon Suppression Tower in every sense.

If Master Fuli weren't pressing down from above, even someone upright like Shasha, under the lure of selfish genes, might be able to rob several provincial Security Bureau vaults in one night.

"What's so strange about helping you call in reinforcements?"

Li Wenkang blew out a cloud of smoke, shrugged, and said, "In our Security Bureau, when it comes to operations against Old Zongzi, we've gradually formed a tacit consensus of 'pulling the firewood from under the pot'... Any hidden danger you can clear away at dawn must never be left until dusk."

"Otherwise, who knows what earth‑and‑heaven‑coextensive ultimate techniques an Old Zongzi could charge up under Spirit Particle Catalysis."

As Li Wenkang spoke, his gaze naturally swept up and down Master Fuli once, his face full of teasing:

"Your security is extremely important—whether our top combat power will implode from within depends on it—but it's not insoluble. We'll shoulder the follow‑up security issues, and if we can't hold, we can always throw Teacher Sun over there....."

"Anyway, we're flying charter. Adding one more passenger doesn't incur extra charges."

Ansheng's eyes bulged, his face full of shock, as he looked at Old Li and said, "Whoa! Talking like that, you're not afraid Sun Xingyao is going to fly over here and kick you?"

It was obvious Li Wenkang was joking—that wasn't hard to see.

But what he didn't notice was that behind him, Sun Xingyao had already quietly poked out her head, clinging to the lattice window in the courtyard wall, staring daggers at Old Li's back.

"Just a joke. Besides, your home's soundproofing is pretty solid."

Li Wenkang waved his hand, telling them not to mind, then stubbed his cigarette butt out in the ash jar and said:

"Just pick a time and let us know when the moment comes. On this matter, our Security Bureau will unconditionally support Master Fuli..."

"Since we've already offended them, even if we have to pay a price, some threats are better strangled in the cradle."

After speaking, Li Wenkang didn't explain further, just motioned for Master Fuli to head back inside the museum.

The Immortals' lair is locked in America, and once you know the Immortals' base, some things aren't hard to dig up.

Immortals discriminate against everyone equally. Even living in America, they've never acknowledged the natives—they just treat all humans as labor and consumables. Only a small number of people who awaken eccentric talents can catch their eye.

And after the Furui City incident, from the presidential election and the internal dynamics of each state, you can see one thing.

The party controlled by Mayflower is carrying out a certain degree of mobilization, even ceding part of its interests.

Master Fuli blowing up the Witch King's fleshly body clearly, in some sense, provoked those arrogant Old Zongzi.

If Master Fuli hadn't brought it up, Li Wenkang had actually been planning to collude inside and outside with international hot money, ambush the other side with a move to cause them some trouble, make them busy with their own mess so they wouldn't be staring at the opposite shore every single day.

As if there weren't any foxes in North America.

But then.

Master Fuli spoke up straightforwardly, saying he wanted to go over and slap those troublemaking peasants around. After evaluating the potential risks, Li Wenkang agreed on the spot.

Mayflower mobilizing the common people obviously isn't something Li Wenkang and the Longevity Club are keen to see.

...…

They'd just gotten back to the museum when Lin Bingyun drove a business van up to the entrance to pick up today's reunion banquet protagonist, Master Fuli.

Leaving the museum and heading along the road, a villa behind high walls appeared before them.

A pair of stone lions with heads raised and chests out stood at the gate. Through the half‑open wooden doors, you could faintly glimpse the dense, leafy courtyard scenery inside, along with the very soft sound of flowing water.

"Master Fuli, welcome home...."

Lin Bingyun smiled as she opened the car door, lifting Master Fuli from the front passenger seat into her arms, and looked toward the villa as she spoke.

"This little courtyard landscape is done pretty well. The only thing is, the upkeep costs later are probably going to be sky‑high."

Ansheng looked around the courtyard with great curiosity. The Su‑style garden design was obvious at a glance.

He might not know architecture and engineering, but he did have rich experience managing tea plantations!

These polished garden landscapes cost a pretty penny to buy, and monthly maintenance and pruning are a long‑term expense. Let the upkeep lapse for half a year and the whole courtyard, plus the villa, will look like a haunted house.

"There isn't really any maintenance fee. A few days each month, we just transfer some gardeners over from Lin Manor. It's just that the villa's utilities might run a bit high."

"And we have to replace the mosquito‑repelling plants every year." Lin Bingyun reported the villa's usage costs to Master Fuli.

Master Fuli's villa space can only be said to barely suit family living. Combined above and below ground, the area is under three thousand square meters, with the courtyard landscaping taking up a bit over two thousand.

"The young lady said she's not too sure what kind of décor style you like, Master Fuli, and on top of that they were rushing the job, so the interior decoration might be a bit simple..."

"If you're not satisfied, we can renovate it again before your big wedding, whenever you set the date."

Instead of going in through the main entrance, Lin Bingyun took the covered corridor on the left, heading toward the villa's garden fish pond. In the roughly two‑hundred‑square‑meter pond, beautiful koi swam lazily. In the room connected to the villa beside it, the lights were on, and a tea table was visible.

Lin Ying sat on a chair at the doorway, holding a bag of fish feed in her hand, her face as calm as still water, quietly watching the feng shui fish in the pond.

"Quack! You stupid fish, you bit me! I'm a fish king worth more than two hundred thousand, and you dare disrespect your superior...."

"Hah‑tui! You think two hundred thousand is something? Eat my BMW 530L collision."

A red koi suddenly leapt out of the water, slamming head‑first into the Arhat fish that had come to steal its food.

"Xiaolan... I think I just heard the koi in the pond reporting their ID numbers?"

Heading toward the tea room, Ah Qing froze for a moment, looking at the fish trading curses in the pond, unsure.

"Uh..... you probably didn't mishear them. They really are cursing each other out and comparing net worth."

In Lin Bingyun's arms, Ansheng's expression turned odd as he looked at the koi in the pond and asked, "The fish in this pond seem to have a very clear idea of what they're worth?"

"Mm..."

"Probably something they heard when they were getting their IDs and having the trackers installed?"

Lin Bingyun sounded a bit unsure as she replied:

"Mainly, this whole pond of feng shui fish was moved here from the manor by the young lady. They occasionally chat with the manor staff, so that's probably how they found out?"