Chapter 1045: 1042: Eleanor

The private jet carrying Master Fuli cut through the city night sky, landing at a small airport near Furui City. Inside the cabin, a mission briefing was underway, Shasha, with a conflicted expression, was evaluating her fellow countrymen.

To sum it up: given our current firepower setup, once we enter the city and find it, what happens next would be akin to punching preschoolers, kicking grandmas out of nursing homes; we can encircle it and kick.

Such evil deeds left Shasha, who had a rather upright character, in a quandary.

As for that small airport, it was supposed to be abandoned, temporarily tidied up to allow small and medium sized planes to land and take off.

Yet, amidst the grim buildings, there were groups of young girls chatting and laughing, each accompanied by attendants with searchlights illuminating a corner of the waiting hall, spreading a vibrant atmosphere within the gloomy interior.

".....of course it's acceptable! My grandma said directly that he's like Fox Nick, come on, that mischievous fox is way more attractive than any prince!"

"The best would be if Master Fuli could take me on a romantic riot in Furui City, embrace and kiss each other, then pin me against the wall..."

A brown wavy-haired Caucasian girl, with a blush on her cheeks, laughed as she spoke to her close friend about her greatest anticipation of this trip.

To her noble family, those so-called new liberal ideals were heretical, deserving to be tied to a cross and doused in gasoline.

Even though there were no outsiders in the waiting hall, speaking of a young girl's romantic fantasies, one couldn't help but feel shy.

Conversations between close friends were purely spicy; you'd be hard-pressed to find a single bland comment in the whole room.

Their words weighed Master Fuli's bell chimes and strength.

"Tsk..."

Miyel sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, her leg crossed, glancing sideways at those noble girls, couldn't help but show a hint of disdain, spitting at them.

"Seeing that whole circle of pink bubbles, if I didn't know their family elders, I'd almost think angels had descended to earth, spreading the gospel..."

Miyel pursed her lips, looking at a girl with albinism beside her to complain.

"How wonderful, your prejudice against them only makes your heart seem uglier." Eleanor, the albino girl, smiled, engaging in the conversation with Miyel.

Though they indulged in spicy talks, in a certain sense..... they truly were, filled with childlike innocence and future fantasizing, secluded princesses.

The six little princesses in front, could be said to have emptied seventy percent of Longevity Club families, tens of thousands of members, to discover these genuine and virtuous "Miss Saintesses."

They were like mirrors, reflecting the inner ugliness and distortion of those with malicious intentions.

Their expressions of adolescent longing, in Miyel's eyes, were like stinky b*tches, wanting to climb onto her head as their mistress, even expecting her to serve them...

As a result, it provoked Miyel's bare malice to emerge boldly.

"Yes, yes, you're pure, you're beautiful, I'm the one with a twisted and ugly heart." Miyel retorted.

Though Eleanor appeared just over twenty, she was actually born in the 1970s, older than Miyel by a generation, mediating for the Longevity Club.

Or rather, she was the club's internal broker, facilitating exchanges of member family resources.

"Haha....." Eleanor let out a light laugh, her pale pink pupils reflected the girls' figures, a fleeting sinister cunning flashed in her eyes as she said to Miyel:

"I appreciate your compliments on my appearance, but as for a pure heart, that has nothing to do with me..."

"Using Xia Country's internet meme, I should be classified as a wealthy woman holding a steel wool flower, if you want me to contribute, there must be sufficient compensation and value." Eleanor nodded to Miyel with a playful glint in her eyes.

"You're the best..." Appreciating the company of a fellow twisted sadist, Miyel linked arms with Eleanor.

It's more comfortable being with a thug, with no burdens of morality or social conventions, without feeling guilty, exuding a faint sense of ease from every pore.

Master Fuli, though somewhat moral, had such low qualifications that it perfectly compensated for this weakness.....

"Whoosh——"

Just as Miyel hugged Eleanor, nuzzling against her shoulder, the sound of the jet slicing through the air filtered into the waiting hall.

An unremarkable private jet completed its landing along the lighted path on the dim airport runway.

"Master Fuli is here!"

Seeing the arrival of the private jet, Eleanor, always seated at the outermost area, stood up, clapped her hands, and addressed the group of spoiled noble girls:

"I'll reiterate once more, we're in reality, and you are girls of noble birth, please discard any illicit romantic, rendezvous scenarios from the playbooks, or else the other side might call the police on you."

"No matter how strong your emotions, remember to politely inquire about your counterpart's opinion before going into heat, instead of lifting your petticoat claiming to be pure. You're no different from suppressed perverts doing that."

"Alright ladies, turn to the left, step in sync, head to the boarding gate to welcome our esteemed guest."

Eleanor glanced at her watch, reiterating the key points once again.

The spoiled noble girls were fine in every way, except their long detachment from society made them innocent and somewhat overly self-aware.

If their families dare to speak, they dare to believe.

Those disciplined by Master Fuli, though silent, feared him immensely in their hearts.

Eleanor genuinely worried these girls might scare the fox from high moral regions by voicing desires of devotion, illicit affairs, and extramarital romances.

"Okay, Miss Steward..."

The young girls responded playfully, curious as if on a spring outing, ready to meet the legendary Master Fuli spoken of by family elders.

"Creak....."

The airplane hatch popped open with a shifting sound, as Shasha, carrying Master Fuli, walked out, followed silently by Li Mengxi and Zhang Lin, completely disinclined to interact with the welcoming crowd.

Cooperation was cooperation, but the Longevity Club wasn't anything good, notorious for enchanting and corrupting.

Li Mengxi avoided suspicion entirely, lest the old employer discovered her juggling two jobs.

"Hello, are you Master Fuli?"

The leading noble girl, eyes full of curiosity, looked at the red lady carrying the white fox on her shoulder, and spoke a fluent Xia Country Common Language.

"Yes....."

Ansheng looked at the curly-haired girl in front, nodded, not paying much attention to these girls, but directly focusing on Miyel: "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is prepared, just waiting for Master Fuli's command to crush Furui City." Miyel bowed seriously, indicating everything was ready.

"Well... my name is Adela." The curly-haired noble girl inserted politely, extending both hands to grasp the small hands hanging in front of Shasha's chest, curious as she asked:

"I heard from my father that Master Fuli possesses an innate trait of righteousness, according to club intelligence analysts, it's highly probable... you enhance your powers by refining criminals?"

"Can I report something to you?"

"Report what?" Ansheng, looking at Adela who had familiarly taken his paw to rub against her cheek during conversation, asked with a puzzled expression.

"I'd like to report my elder brother, he often orders takeout to an apartment in Xinxiang, claiming the larger the quantity the greater the attraction, then opens the apartment door in the nude....."

"I occasionally visit and find it very bothersome."

Adela said somewhat frustrated.

Ansheng: "......"

No... remove your wish from I's Wish List, I don't accept filthy things here...