If there are any problems, have the doctor call ."
Wen Yan turned around to leave. As he reached the door, he pinched his fingers into a Taoist gesture, and a stream of Yang Energy shot out, hovering in the air and blessing the Fox Demon.
Then, he turned and left.
The Fox Demon quietly cracked open her eyes, feeling the Yang Energy circulating through her body, warm and gentle, dispelling the chill in her bones.
This Yang Energy didn't harm her—instead, it nourished her body.
Her gaze grew complicated. When she sensed Wen Yan suddenly turn and point at her from mid-air just now, the thought of resisting hadn't even crossed her mind.
As expected, Wen Yan's gesture wasn't ant to hurt her.
She lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, her whole self dazed. She was starting to beco quite fond of this place.
This bed was so comfortable to sleep in—just the right amount of firmness. The guardrails on both sides were like soone holding her in their arms.
She thought, if she survived this and managed to leave alive, she'd absolutely have to get herself this kind of bed.
People from around here really knew how to enjoy life.
Wen Yan walked out of the hospital and got a call—from his informant.
"Hello, it's ."
"Hey, boss, I heard sothing and I figure I just have to let you know," Mai Conggui said in a hushed voice, hiding sowhere, like he was making a sneaky phone call.
"What's up?"
"I just heard a bit of news—word is, boss, you went up to the Northeast and wiped out so White Foxes.
The story's spreading fast, and I overheard so Ghosts talking.
So Demon Clan mbers are really pissed about it.
Especially the fox-type Demons—they've got that 'rabbit dies, fox grieves' kind of sentint.
There are even Demons already shouting that the Scorching Sun Departnt's Demon policies are nothing but an empty shell.
Oh, I checked—the ones shouting that slogan aren't foxes themselves.
It's so other Demons who have no problem eating at banquets and funerals, quietly stirring things up online.
You know how it is—so Demons aren't exactly the brightest, easy to get dragged along by all the noise.
But to , I think this isn't just so random shit-stirring this ti.
So Ghosts are even saying, boss, you're getting a bit… too cocky."
Wen Yan almost burst out laughing.
He knew it—sotis, stances had nothing to do with right or wrong.
Back when he beheaded the Glutton by the West River, not many people actually knew the details.
The ones who did only knew he'd killed four other Great Demons in passing when he caught a man-eating demon.
The rest was all whatever—even the Great Demon guarding Wudang's Mountain Sect got killed, and Wudang didn't say a thing about it.
But that Bamboo Forest Demon had a seriously good reputation—one of the rare few mild Demons with high cultivation and wisdom, the Sage class among Demons.
In the eyes of the Demons, 'Bamboo Forest Demon' was basically a term of praise.
Wen Yan had killed and obliterated even the Bamboo Forest Demon.
There had already been so controversy before. This ti, Wen Yan went straight to the White Fox Clan Territory and 'wiped out' the White Foxes.
He knew trouble was bound to follow.
Just didn't expect it to take this long to show up.
"Well done. That's valuable intel—keep sniffing around. Those idiots don't know shit.
If I was really so cocky and reckless, you think those guys would still have the guts to shoot their mouths off?
You think the Scorching Sun Departnt would let walk around unhard?
You watch your own back, any trouble cos up, make a run for it first.
If you're in the Ghost Market, go straight to Lord Zhu—tell them you work for ."
Wen Yan gave a few words of concern and sent Mai Conggui a bonus to his card.
After hanging up, honestly, he wasn't all that bothered by this sort of thing.
But this ti, even brain-dead Demons dared co kidnap kids—so, what if?
What if so Demon gets all fired up and charges in, mindless, not afraid to die?
Thinking it over, he figured he shouldn't overestimate the reason and intelligence of Demons.
He thought about it—and decided to check in, just in case.
He called Feng Yao, but Feng Yao's phone was actually turned off.
Didn't know anyone else, so he called up the General Director.
Once the call went through, Wen Yan explained the situation—basically wanted to ask about Scorching Sun Departnt's intel, or maybe get a network specialist to dig into it.
General Director stood inside the command room, looking at the display on the wall ahead, smiling as he spoke.
"Relax, you don't have to worry about this.
I already told you: just do what you need to do—I'll take responsibility for anything that happens.
And I an it—I'll carry it to the end."
After so aimless chatter with Wen Yan and asking about the Fox Demon's condition, the General Director hung up.
His Chief Secretary promptly ca over.
"Minister, there's new info from over there. We've talked to them, but the local Demons aren't willing to cooperate."
The General Director looked at the image on the screen.
"Spread the word: there's been a discovery of a large quantity of hidden landmines over there. Risk of explosion.
To eliminate the danger, the nearby military district will conduct a demining operation within the day."
The Chief Secretary's eyes narrowed slightly; he nodded at once.
"Yes, sir."
The General Director was stationed at the command center in person—getting ready for a fight.
Yesterday, the Scorching Sun Departnt had already detected the problem Wen Yan ntioned.
Wen Yan had been busting his ass half the day, still making an effort to protect that Fox Demon's life.
Reports from the hospital said the Fox Demon shouldn't have made it through the night—no doubt why Wen Yan had been showing up every morning and evening.
Wen Yan took care of the Glutton and the White Fox issue, saving the General Director a huge headache.
The General Director ca personally to handle the ss afterward.
Just so happened, one of the ringleaders behind this growing chaos was a Demon King in the Northeast—this guy was always making a scene, had once sheltered an injurious Pig Demon, and was highly respected among local Demons.
This ti, with Wudang, Qingcheng, and Fuyu involved, plus the crack issue, Scorching Sun Departnt had jurisdiction—perfect excuse for the General Director to settle old and new scores all at once.
They'd already delivered an ultimatum, but a day had passed with no sign of backing down. With the General Director on-site, it was clear they had no intention of settling things peacefully.
Too much peace for too long isn't always a good thing—treat the Demon Kin to too many benefits, and over ti, so will start getting cocky.
The General Director glanced at the map—just as well, the military over there always pulled the poverty card at year's end. Now they had an excuse to clear out inventory; after all, manual demining's too risky—might as well use the stockpile to blow the mines.
anwhile, in the Qilian Mountains, Granny Fox leaned on her cane, standing before a wooden village in the mountains.
Wen Yan had done the main thing and even protected her grandson—so she couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
At the very least, she had to co forward clearly, let everyone know she was unshakably on Wen Yan's side.
Granny Fox gave her cane a heavy thump, sending ripples rolling outward.
"Red Eighteen, you've got ten seconds to get your ass out here."
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