Chapter 1046: 1043: You Bastard!

"With a brother like that in your family, I think you shouldn't be reporting to me but rather consult an expert for an exorcism package..."Ansheng rolled his eyes and started complaining to Adela.

"I already did, Father said he couldn't handle it." Adela sincerely analyzed the situation, "Every time my brother sees me visiting, he gets a disappointed look and wraps himself in a towel with disgust, I suspect he's..."

"Bang—"

Just as Adela was about to continue speaking, Eleanor, who had been quietly standing behind the young lady, stepped forward and chopped her hand knife on top of Adela's head, producing a crisp thud, which made Adela squat defensively while clutching her head.

"Ah!?" Adela covered the top of her head and let out a cry of pain.

"I apologize sincerely, Miss Adela was rude, I am the housekeeper responsible for taking care of them, Eleanor."

Eleanor stepped forward, bowed slightly, and apologized respectfully to Master Fuli:

"For patients with such psychological issues, our Longevity Club has a set of retro electric chair correctors."

"Charge the electric bill for five rounds of fun for me."

Seeing Eleanor step forward, Ansheng unexpectedly glanced at the white-haired person in front, casually making a joke.

The white hair sticking out in front was as white as a corpse, with small pink pupils making the whites of the eyes appear particularly large. Although the appearance was stunning, the whole atmosphere exuded a gloomy air.

At a glance, it was a member of the villain category, almost writing 'I am a bad seed' on the face.

One punch thrown would probably result in Wish Power +6 at the very least.

"Ladies, please maintain your composure. Discussing family affairs before formal introduction, like gossiping behind someone's back, is a behavior that lowers your points."

Like driving ducks, Eleanor herded the group of noble ladies aside and began scolding in a low voice.

"This way, please, Master Fuli....."

Miyel eagerly stepped forward, leading Master Fuli aside towards the executive car on the tarmac.

As for Eleanor and the others, Miyel couldn't even be bothered to look.

Such educational scenes, Miyel had grown tired of seeing over these past few days. These chattering young ladies were best sent to the mine to dig for black coal—their sleepless toil would surely produce immediate results.

"What's the background of that white hair on the opposite side?"

Settling into the rear seat of the executive car, Ansheng kicked up his small feet, nestling in Shasha's embrace, and asked Li Mengxi sitting beside him.

"Eleanor Noble... a branch member of the family heading the Longevity Club, currently serving as a mediator or an organizer of the housekeeper-type roles."

Li Mengxi looked towards Master Fuli, succinctly explaining Eleanor's background and current social standing.

"Then... you should quite despise them, right?" Catching the resentment in Li Mengxi's words, Ansheng couldn't resist teasing Li Mengxi, "After all... the opposite side is a housekeeper, one whose duty includes managing the employer's wealth."

"I once organized researchers to set up against a mediator, cornering him in the storage room." Li Mengxi said expressionlessly, "Thereafter, he never wasted our time with petty invoice matters."

In the loose alliance of the Longevity Club, the families initially leading the organization were merely the first to discover [Spiritual Particles], claiming a high generational status by name.

Later, powerful and influential families joined, gradually constructing the multinational framework of the Longevity Club.

However, possessing a high generational title in these ancient conservative family alliances enables one to do many things, like organizing wealth management or taking on administrative mediation roles.

And Master Fuli didn't err, indeed Unos led the researchers and especially found these housekeepers annoying.

Unos found them disrupting, while other researchers were annoyed their diligence would delay their transformation into Smith agents.

"They're simply diligent, after all! If you have any ideas, I happen to have brought a sack, and it's rainbow-colored..."

Ansheng chuckled, discerning Unos' resentment toward those annoying monitors, he joked, then turned to Miyel at the driving position and asked:

"How is Furui City currently? We tried to call the investigator while on the plane, but they haven't responded—is there any unexpected change?"

Two hours before landing, Zhang Lin attempted to contact Lu Tiannan, but the call couldn't connect at all, eventually, the phone from the Security Bureau internally went straight to voicemail.

Given Lu Tiannan and Righthand's capabilities, Ansheng naturally didn't worry about them encountering incidents.

But the lack of connectivity was suspicious, making Ansheng wonder if there'd been an unexpected change in Furui City.

"The phone not connecting? That's quite normal, this place is notorious for petty theft."

"Even if I go in fully prepared, I still get pickpocketed." Miyel glanced at the rear-view mirror, sneered, and unceremoniously launched a broadside attack that implicated the entire Plain Country:

"So far, I haven't received any mutation intelligence. Furui City completed information control and physical isolation blocking....."

"However, speaking of strange occurrences, a group of Brother Fu came around dusk. Master Fuli, you're aware of the small pets on Europe—some countries have them offer reception services, right?"

"This group of Brother Fu heard there was Furui and swiftly booked tickets for a city spending spree; but then, they transformed and are now being thoroughly exploited by the locals....."

"The local customs are depraved, do not engage at all....." Miyel reported while criticizing the area's customs.

She was a standard Eastern Rakshasa, whereas the local majority ethnic group was Western Rakshasa.

Their ancestral relations were rich with longstanding resentment, dating back to flashing against each other's capitals.

Miyel's grandfather had once blitzed this location, later strongly manipulating them.

Amid Miyel's tirades, the convoy led by a black Mercedes entered the outer buffer zone of Furui City.

Soldiers clad in unmarked special operations attire patrolled with weapons loaded, floodlights illuminating the night sky, sending any reporters or self-media hosts approaching straight into confinement for a taste of European hard cuisine.

Regarding events in Furui City, it was directly untraceable on the internet, entirely devoid of information.

"Hmm?"

After settling into the safe house prepared by Miyel, Zhang Lin suddenly let out a soft "Huh".

"I seem to be... uncontrollably spiritualized." Zhang Lin reported to Master Fuli, looking alarmed.

"Spiritualization?"

Ansheng paused, revealing a shocked expression, and glanced sidelong at Zhang Lin walking behind.

Under everyone's gaze, a bulge appeared on Zhang Lin's head, gradually elongating and morphing into a pair of pitch-black bunny ears, while his rear-end protruded a soft and plush ball of fur.

"Quack—"

Jin Wu, originally perched on Zhang Lin's shoulder, took off in shock, hovering in the air for a long time, with an expression transitioning from panic to being thoroughly intrigued. He raised his beak and fiercely attacked Zhang Lin's forehead:

"You scoundrel! You scoundrel—"

"Ahhh... Jin Wu, what are you doing!"