Chapter 1193 - 1190: Lemon Cola

"According to what you said, in the whole incident, you should be the victim. How did the police catch you?"

Ansheng's face was full of confusion as she looked at the Little Angel with newly shortened hair and asked.

She recharged over twenty thousand at the beauty salon and got a card, only to have the stylist give her a bowl-cut mushroom style. No matter how you see it, the issue lies with the beauty salon. So how did the police end up catching her?

"I just couldn't stand it, so I gave them a hard time..." When Little Angel said this, her voice dropped slightly:

"I stripped the stylist in a second, dashed to the cashier to snatch her milk cap the next second, and in the third second, I gave everyone in the beauty salon a whip..."

"Of course, I know you can't kill people overseas, so I just whipped each person two hundred times..."

"The police came and accused me of inciting trouble, put me in the police car, checked my passport, and transferred me to the Security Bureau."

Little Angel spoke with grievance, recounting the incident she encountered in Jiule City.

The beauty salon claimed to be professional, and when the receptionist spoke, they immediately quoted three thousand dollars for the card haircut.

Little Angel pondered over the price and felt it was no different than usual, thinking that since Master Fuli lived in Jiule City, she might come here often in the future, so she cheerfully took out her card to pay.

"......"

Ansheng's face was hard to keep together as she looked at Little Angel, weakly waving her hand and said, "Next time, if you encounter such a thing again, search for local businesses on the food delivery platform first, see if they sell belts, and give the delivery guy a tip for expedited service. Remember, don't strip people's clothes..."

The reason Little Angel was detained was not for fighting with the beauty salon, but because she stripped people's clothes.

And used someone else's milk cap as a whip...

"What about you? Did you finish paying the fine?" Ansheng stared blankly at the pink jellyfish.

"Uh... our family doesn't have money." Triss spoke with embarrassment:

"The Security Bureau said that keeping me here just wastes food, so they put a tracker on me and kicked me out. Actually, I'm quite willing to pay bail, but truly, I don't have the money..."

Triss's ancestors were indeed the world's richest, but that was the end of the George era.

Now, the Triss family relies on their once noble titles and a few castles to run tourism businesses. Daily luxury living is naturally not a problem, but asking them to suddenly pull out billions for investment in Xia Country, they truly don't have it.

"If our family's foundation were still there, we wouldn't be cooped up in our homeland. We'd have long joined the Longevity Club, becoming members of international capital, dominating the financial market."

Triss extended her pink tendrils, covering her head, as if feeling deeply insulted.

In landlord-dominated regions, calling someone a pauper is akin to cursing their family to death.

"......." Ansheng struggled to keep her expression intact, watching the pink jellyfish with tendrils covering her cheeks, sitting sideways on the ground, crying poverty with teardrops falling.

Seeing people cry poverty is common, but seeing those with several castles and vast lands, who develop tourism businesses, cry poverty?

Ansheng had never seen such a scene.

"So, what you were doing in the living room just now was actually a business negotiation?"

Ansheng looked contemplative, glancing at the two individuals who were engaging in scandalous acts early in the morning at someone's house.

"Not really, it was just a masquerade ball!" Little Angel seemed to recall something, waving her arms and explaining seriously to Master Fuli.

The noble traditional culture of the masquerade ball isn't as romantic as in the movies. The real situation of the banquet is...

Within the same class, nobles organize banquets, wearing various masks and chatting in the ballroom, if they take a liking to each other, they wear masks together and get involved either in the room or directly in the ballroom to entertain everyone.

Old noble traditions took pride in contracting syphilis.

Little Angel and the pink jellyfish were from the same country, they had known each other before, and after meeting, they couldn't resist getting tangled up together.

"Actually... Vimal's body is really sweet."

The pink jellyfish raised its hand again to apologize, and swore that it would invite Master Fuli to its masquerade ball first.

"....Though I knew from researching tea culture that the Old Europa nobles are sloppy, I never imagined the traditional culture would be preserved so well."

"But I'm not fond of queuing..." Ansheng looked at Little Angel with a dark expression.

Every time Ansheng interacted with the Landlord of Longevity, she felt like her brain layers were being smoothed out violently.

"So tell me! You came to Lin Ying's house early in the morning looking for me for what purpose?"

Seeing Little Angel eager to go on, wanting to describe the queue process of hundreds of people at the masquerade ball in detail, Ansheng directly interrupted her, inquiring about the matter Little Angel had inadvertently mentioned earlier.

She said she had serious business to discuss.

"Here's the thing, when I was in jail, Li Wenkang found me and left a can of coke at my door."

"I and the others drank the coke..." Little Angel recounted an incident at the Security Bureau.

Although Li Wenkang didn't explicitly say anything, everyone knows Master Fuli loves lemon-flavored coke.

Picking up that ice lemon coke and drinking it symbolizes complete allegiance to Master Fuli no matter what happens.

Little Angel emphasized that she, Triss, and Feina all drank the coke, fully supporting Fuli.

So, they wanted to ask Master Fuli what exactly was happening, calling everyone to pick a side.

Also to prepare themselves mentally.

"There's such a matter? Then... what if you drank the coke but acted as spies instead?"

Ansheng heard this and, intrigued, looked at Little Angel and inquired.

"Impossible, if they gave me coke, it means the target isn't me..."

"As long as the target isn't me, anyone's death is a win for us." Little Angel shrugged:

"Master Fuli is physically strong. I think you have a very good chance of winning. If you fail, according to our rules, it's just a simple self-punishment of three glasses."

"Furthermore, the national capital of Xia Country, combined with organized financial thugs, isn't ordinary enough to cut our butts off and hang them on the wall."

Little Angel naturally explained her reasons for siding with Master Fuli.

The forces daring to contend with Master Fuli are either extraterrestrial guests or organizations like the club.

Whether Master Fuli wins or loses, she can extract substantial profits from the situation; it's just a matter of the extent of the benefits.

But facing Master Fuli's opponents, not even considering victory, merely blocking Master Fuli would take countless landlords to fill the frontlines.

Ordinary Beast Warriors aren't even qualified to stand before Master Fuli.

Little Angel doesn't want to be a cannon fodder baby.

Simply calculating economically, those Landlord of Longevity who don't choose Master Fuli's side salivate even when cured.

"So... does Master Fuli have any orders? We guarantee to handle things beautifully for you!"

"Eating 'corpses' of old friends, though the asset annexation might make us a bit bloated, I come with wasabi, ensuring to turn them into sashimi..."

"All glory belongs to Master Fuli!" Little Angel solemnly stood up, saluting Master Fuli.

"Glory to me, profits to you, right?" Ansheng looked at Little Angel, teasing.

"Please trust in our social skills. We genuinely deliver results after being paid." Little Angel said:

"An excellent landlord team like ours has no chance of producing harmful losers!"

"As long as our assets can appreciate, the death of one or two mere friends won't bother us much; the cake is only so big, when one dies, we get more pieces."

"Our goal is the lone ultimate producer!"