"Where did this snail co from? Please don’t let any parasites on it get on ..."
Ansheng looked bewildered, completely unaware of what the Security Bureau ant by "snail."
"Shark... do we keep one in our dorm?" Ah Qing asked Xiaolan with a blank expression.
"We don’t need to raise it. It’s just temporarily here for observation, and later it will be sent to Xia Dong’s." Ansheng explained the origin of Shasha to Ah Qing.
Ansheng hadn’t really detailed the matter of Shasha to Ah Qing, only ntioning that Xia East Sea had a shark causing trouble, potentially impacting the developnt of Qingao Island’s resort.
But explaining makes no difference; Principal Yang would never give Shasha accommodation.
With Shasha’s monstrous weight, if it rolls over in the dormitory building, the students in the dorm beneath would be nervously watching the floorboards for fear of being crushed into little pancakes by a hundred-tonne fish from above.
However, if there were any avid fishern, maybe they would actually agree.
"Going out then..."
Tang You, signing into her ga, gazed at Lingren, who clutched her backpack like a pillow and slept:
"Now in our dorm, she’s the only one with a car, right?"
Momo’s electric car already crashed, and the Security Bureau has notified the insurance company to handle the full coverage; the entire car is currently in storage, likely headed for the archives.
"If we want to use a car..."
Momo subtly moved to the balcony, grabbing the fox and pressing her entire body against him, winking at Master Fuli with an ambiguous expression.
The last ti she agreed to lend the car to herself, it ended before she even got to drive.
"......." Ansheng looked at Momo, her face lined with irritation.
Momo looked at the little fox, blinking coquettishly and batting her eyes.
"Okay! But don’t bla for points deducted due to speeding..." Ansheng said, still wearing that lined face.
"Huh?" Ah Qing glanced at Xiaolan with a questioning look.
"Yay—mua!"
Momo laughed, grabbing the little fox, spinning him once on the balcony, planting a deep kiss on his neck and cheek, "Tonight, add drumsticks to the little fox’s bowl, keep adding for half an hour!"
Momo quickly dashed to the wardrobe, taking out clothes and heading to the bathroom to shower.
Momo hugging the fox in one hand while dragging Lingren, along with Ah Qing and Tang You, dashed for the shared bicycles heading directly to the left-side parking lot of Phoenix City District’s business street.
"Here...."
Ah Qing stared in shock at the closed-off parking area filled with cars, and outdoor displays of car parts, looking wide-eyed at the little fox’s stunned expression.
"What are you guys doing here?" Ansheng asked the manager, filled with question marks, looking at the odd motorcycle in front of the door.
"Oh! Boss, you’re here?"
With oily long brown hair, wearing chanic overalls, the foreigner scrambled out from under the car, excitedly greeting Master Fuli:
"Director Lin said the boss is in a hurry and the task is heavy; we’re developing a quick response vehicle."
"It must be lightweight, carry a large load, and fast. That way, the boss can speed to the scene, then park and draw a long gun, and the car turns into a C4 for the opposite side!"
The garage manager enthusiastically introduced the alien assault vehicle to Master Fuli.
The vehicle’s front face resembled an alien head; its brain was shaped into a box for explosives, and the side guards were rapid placent slots for machine guns and grenades.
Director Lin ntioned that Master Fuli possesses unrivaled road rights.
Such a self-destruct vehicle would be illegal anywhere, but when used by Master Fuli, it’s neither legal nor illegal.
Ideas in the manager’s mind were exploding, with previous concepts being realized one by one.
"Additionally, the boss’s little pets are getting daily ticulous care, shining brilliantly," the manager turned, reporting to the open floor inside.
Ansheng glanced over and saw Triangular Hamr, in silver-white liquid tal form, clinging to a spiral-patterned steel column, nibbling slowly.
Gravity Hamr was placed on a lift, where several professional chanics were polishing and waxing the hamr.
Even the aerial iron horse was having its maintenance done.
Their workday consisted of waiting for the boss to bring back trashed cars for repair; the rest of the ti was spent chasing personal dreams.
This fantastic job can’t be abandoned; hard work could lead to inheritance.
"It’s quite nice, but I’m not here for an inspection today...."
Ansheng looked at Momo, silently asking her what vehicle she wanted to borrow from the garage.
"That T-Rex over there!" Momo raised her hand, pointing to the pickup with exhaust pipes larger than her head.
"Miss, you truly have great taste; the T-Rex is synonymous with performance, and coupled with a box of cigars, it’s the god of horsepower on the highway."
The manager instructed soone to bring out the car, simultaneously retrieving a box of cigars from the safe and handing them over.
"Cigars?" With a curious expression, Momo looked perplexed at the little fox.
"No, no, no, it’s an invitation. When you see other performance cars and supercars, you can treat them as ashtrays; a flick of ashes and it’s a road chase," the manager confidently explained:
"As long as you don’t ease off the gas, if they can still see the taillights, I’ll swallow the V8 engine whole!"
"Master, what job did you have before?"
"Arica’s Violent Arms Group’s second-ranked chanic."
"....." Momo looked speechless, accepting the keys and cigars given by the manager.
At least this manager showed so discretion by not adding machine guns to her motorcycle.
Momo stepped on the electric footboard, grabbed the car handle, seated herself in the driving position, and signaled for Ah Qing and the others to get on.
"This car seems kind of off....." Momo, driving the T-Rex out of the garage, noticed the overwhelming power yet also sensed that this vehicle was unusually stable.
Its weight was puzzling, unlike the average Dodge’s imposing force.
"The T-Rex is built for durability; the only original piece might be the chassis number. It can take on a dump truck and win."
Ansheng explained to Momo that the T-Rex’s modification direction was for bumper-car action in city traffic, and protecting against Arican-style vehicle stoppers from behind.
"That’s aweso; never had the chance before to hope for reckless drivers and show-off guys in rented cars for picking up girls..."
Momo, pleased yet sowhat regretful that the little fox’s car was fantastic.
But it only suits the little fox; if she were to have a car like that, her driver’s license would be confiscated.
"Xiaolan, Dad seems to be complaining about you..." Ah Qing comnted skeptically, looking at the little fox in the glove compartnt.
"Hmm?" Ansheng poked her head out, looking at Ah Qing’s phone’s chat interface.
Ah Qing wasn’t aware of the T-Rex and decided to ask her father on a ssaging app.
Old Deng paused for a mont, promptly replied: "The car is great, but those who can buy it are complete money-wasters; beware of flashy, untrustworthy guys."
"Those fellows either drift or gamble and are drained by vice."
"Don’t trust your classmate; once you graduate, Dad will empty his savings account for a BBA for you."
"Ah Qing, want to see a Sichuan opera face change?" Ansheng asked, half-smiling at Ah Qing.
"Huh?" Ah Qing was puzzled, unclear about the suggestion.
"Whimpering..." Ansheng took Ah Qing’s phone, mischievously entering a line: "Oh, I see. My classmate ntioned they’d finish year five and wouldn’t need this farm truck anymore, offering it for five thousand bucks to cover so gas..."
"So I’ll go tell Momo now."
Ansheng finished typing, snapping a picture of Momo driving, and sent it to Old Deng.
Old Deng: "!!!"
Oh no, my new T-Rex!
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