To be honest, Fang Zong has a great figure, but he's not the only one with that.
The appearance of military generals is indescribable; it's a gift from their parents and can't be changed. But their physiques are all unique, dazzling and mouthwatering.
However, the yang energy within Fang Zong's body was actually a beautiful poison.
Women are naturally attracted to men with stronger masculinity due to their female hormones!
"I don't know how much capital you have." The woman glanced at Fang Zong's bath towel and looked at him calmly.
Fang Zong calmly looked at the woman, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Let's eat, we can chat while we eat." The woman sat down across the table, lit a cigarette, and moved with an elegant and charming demeanor.
Fang Zong sat down, picked up the silver needles from the food plate, checked them to make sure they were correct, and with a flick of his finger, the needles disappeared. The woman squinted at Fang Zong's Thunderclap Wristband, enviously licked her rosy lips, and took another puff of her cigarette.
"A cigarette before a meal, better than being an immortal?" Fang Zong asked with a smile.
"No, I've already eaten." The woman smiled and said, "My name is Mu Xianxin, the director of the Fengyang City branch of the North China Bureau of the Ghost Killing Team. I know you, Fang Zong, a very powerful support-type warrior."
Mentioning the word 'support' made Mu Xianxin seem to have told a huge joke, causing her to cough from the smoke.
I laughed until I cried.
Fang Zong looked up and stared at me: "Are you trying to get close to me?"
“Uh,” Mu Xianxin was speechless.
Yes, they were definitely trying to get closer to him.
Flattery requires skill. Take Mu Xianxin, for example. In terms of status and strength, she believes she is of a higher rank than Fang Zong. She cannot flatter him in a hasty manner, as that would be embarrassing.
A smile like that, mocking someone for treating Fang Zong as an assistant, is actually a form of indirect praise.
You understand, why say it out loud?
Even if we see through each other, we won't say it outright, and we can still be good friends!
"Why are you spying on me?" Fang Zong asked bluntly.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xianxin was even more speechless. This was something that was difficult to say.
That troublesome child, harming people online, isn't limited to just one region or administrative area. Knowing Fang Zong was trying to stir up trouble, her first reaction was that the Shancheng branch couldn't handle it and was trying to shift the blame elsewhere.
So, surveillance is normal.
Then they destroyed the ghost.
Moreover, this Fang Zong is clearly not someone to be trifled with. No wonder he was able to hold a high-ranking position in the FBI despite being from the East!
In this world, no one will make way for a weak man.
Including this woman!
Mu Xianxin blinked and said mischievously, "Give me some face."
Fang Zong shook his head: "I'm giving you face, but you'll have a dozen people watching me from now on."
Mu Xianxin coughed twice: "Let's be friends."
Fang Zong glared: "Then after you've finished monitoring me, there will be a whole company of people who still have the nerve to come out and ask me for drinks!"
"What do you want to do? Are you going to argue with a weak woman like me?" Mu Xianxin sniffed her delicate little nose, looking very aggrieved. She straddled Fang Zong's arm, shook it, and acted coquettishly.
Fang Zong felt a chill.
Damn it!
Just as he was about to pull his hand away, his phone rang. Fang Zong thought about changing the ringtone again, took it out, and quickly answered it.
"Mom!" he called out, forcefully pulling his arm out of Mu Xianxin's arms.
"Son, is everything going well at work?" The mother's voice trembled slightly, her worry evident.
Fang Zong quickly smiled and said, "No, I'm on vacation. I'm doing very well, so you don't need to worry."
Mom's breathing was heavy and rapid, but it calmed down a bit. "Good, it's good that you're alright. I'm happy you've become a warrior, but you must remember to protect yourself and be careful. Oh, and you need to get along well with your colleagues. We're fighting together, so don't let anyone... I can't really say, but remember, be tolerant of others and don't let anyone hold a grudge. You're definitely not fighting alone, are you?"
"Yes, yes, I have a lot of teammates, I'm safe, don't worry, Mom..."
Fang Zong talked a lot and calmed his mother down before hanging up the phone.
After putting down his phone, Fang Zong remained silent for a while.
He sensed how proud and happy his parents were that he had become a military officer within the system. It seemed that joining the Demon Slayer Corps had been a truly wise decision.
However, this did not put his parents at ease, because what the elderly couple cared about most was that their son could live a peaceful and happy life.
"Alright, for Mom and Dad's sake, I'll try to build a good relationship with you. You can negotiate with Old Man Meng about this matter, compensation and such. If you make the old man feel comfortable, I won't have any objections."
Fang Zong announced his decision.
"That old fox?" Mu Xianxin exclaimed, her eyebrows changing, her allure as captivating as a butterfly in full bloom: "No, we can..."
"Mu Xianxin, a potential quasi-god-level general, ranked seventh in the North China branch and third on the national general ranking list. Her name, Nine Nether Scorpion, strikes fear into the hearts of all. She's also an absolute feminist; anyone she seduce will die. She enjoys seducing men and is known as having the mouth of a snake and the sting of a wasp, neither of which is particularly poisonous, but Mu Xianxin is the most poisonous." Fang Zong interrupted Mu Xianxin, spreading his hands and saying, "Do I need to say more?"
Mu Xianxin gritted her teeth: "This is an internal ranking. Who told you that?"
As she spoke, her pert little buttocks suddenly raised a jet-black tail, as thick as a child's arm and segmented, which swayed back and forth on the table.
At the tip of its tail was a slender, seven-inch-long poisonous needle, emitting a cold, pale blue light.
Clearly, once Fang Zong reveals who leaked the information, she'll have to play the queen's game!
Ignoring the venomous scorpion tail, Fang Zong said in a low voice, "It's my sister Xiaoran, ranked second on the Leopard List."
"Eight-armed Rakshasa!" Mu Xianxin exclaimed.
"Yes." Fang Zong readily admitted, stroking his chin as he considered, "How about we switch? You don't need to negotiate with that old fox anymore. When my Xiaoran comes back, you can talk to her about compensation?"
A moment of silence fell.
After a long silence, Mu Xianxin asked, "Do you have a rope?"
"what?"
"I'm going to hang myself!"
Mu Xianxin walked out the window.
Fang Zong smiled leisurely.
Next, Fang Zong lived like an emperor, enjoying all the delicacies of Fengyang City in this small town.
Including late-night snacks, there are four meals a day, with eight tables set up for each meal.
Feeling great.
Thinking about the compensation they were about to receive made them even happier; they believed the old fox wouldn't let his own people suffer losses.
April 29, 2019.
The weather was clear, the sun shone brightly, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Thailand, it was raining continuously.
Fatty Zheng never changed his stingy habits. A spontaneous trip was led astray by a cheap local guide.
The mountains were shrouded in gloom, and the clouds were swirling wildly. Fatty Zheng, disoriented, wandered around aimlessly. The tour guide had long since disappeared, and he too was lost.
The ground was wet and slippery on the mountain path... "Thump!" I fell down.
Then, Fatty Zheng saw a narrow cave, no more than ten square meters in size. Inside the cave, a desiccated old corpse squinted its eyes and smiled at him.
The old corpse raised its hand, and demonic energy soared into the sky!
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