Chapter 50: Should We Gain Wealth and Honor, Let Us Not Forget Each Other

Hearing the voice, the old man halted his little electric scooter, and Uncle Tie also stopped in his tracks. Seeing the two of them return as if nothing had happened, Chen Meng rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Squeak squeak!” Mouse Beibei squeaked excitedly; he knew their savior had arrived.

Wu Tengkong, now revived from his fright, scrambled to his feet and shouted, “Go ahead, keep fighting! My grandfather is here now, let’s see if you dare hit me! Even without the other city directors from the Yangzhou Province Enforcement Bureau, my grandfather alone can crush you. A bunch of idiots, instead of being proper citizens you choose to join a cult—this time, you’re doomed. I had to endure humiliation just to deal with you.”

He tugged at his little underwear, relieved nothing was exposed.

“Ji Gou Gou~” The sound echoed again, and the three guardians of the Crescent Cult were now terrified out of their wits.

The giant rooster in the sky… it was him—the Animal Protection Association’s Vice President, one of the six, Ji Wuli!

There was no doubt about it. What kind of existence was he? A seventh-tier divine body, also known as a demigod.

Why was there a demigod in Jiangzhou City, and how had they not known?

Run!

Almost without thinking, the three guardians fled in different directions, moving faster than the speed of sound. They doubted their escape would succeed, but they had to try.

The other cultists scattered as well, fleeing in all directions.

As for Mouse Beibei and the severely injured Wu Tengkong, at this moment, neither mattered.

“Trying to run? Where can you go?” Ji Wuli gazed down at the fleeing figures with disdain; to him, these three were far too weak.

He dove from the sky, moving at lightning speed. One moment, he was thirty kilometers away; the next, he was upon them.

Rip!

He snatched out with his claws, forcibly twisting the heads of the three guardians from their necks.

Bang!

He tossed the heads, landing them before Wu Tengkong.

Then, he eyed the fourth and seventh guardians still attempting to flee, launched himself off the ground, and shot forward like a rocket.

A streak of fiery red light flashed, and the fourth guardian’s head soared into the sky.

The remaining seventh guardian realized escape was futile. He turned back, legs trembling.

Boom!

A figure landed before him; faced with this giant rooster, even his sword trembled in his grip.

Bang!

He lunged at Ji Wuli, stabbing his sword toward Ji Wuli’s thigh, but the blade met something harder than stone, bending while leaving only a white mark on Ji Wuli’s leg.

Ji Wuli regarded the seventh guardian, puzzled by his antics, then pressed down with his claw, flattening him to the ground.

In an instant, the seventh guardian felt as if a mountain weighed upon him.

Crunch~

A series of snapping sounds followed; his bones broke one by one, his organs reduced to pulp in a heartbeat.

“Ridiculous,” Ji Wuli muttered, lifting his claw from the now motionless guardian, then kicked him toward Wu Tengkong.

Having finished, Ji Wuli strode toward Wu Tengkong. Though his height was nearly twenty meters, it began to change, twisting and compressing until he appeared as an elderly man of about one meter ninety.

Even Chen Meng now understood—Ji Wuli was a seventh-tier divine being, a demigod, for only demigods could alter their life form, transforming from human to animal and back again.

Such a miraculous transformation left Chen Meng stunned for a long moment.

“Chicken God, you’re finally here,” Wu Tengkong said, approaching.

“What Chicken God? Call me grandfather, have you forgotten?” Ji Wuli snorted.

He raised his hand, and seeing this, Wu Tengkong jumped in fright, quickly saying, “Grandfather!”

“Hmm, from now on you’re my two hundred and fiftieth grandson,” Ji Wuli counted on his fingers. Hearing this, Wu Tengkong nearly cried.

Who wants to be your grandson? It’s only because you forced me. And what’s with being number two hundred and fifty—am I really ranked that far down?

“My boy, you need more training. You can’t even handle three cult trash. When I have time, I’ll teach you a few moves,” Ji Wuli said impatiently. “These people are yours to deal with. Where’s that little mouse? Take me to him.”

“Yes, grandfather.” Hearing Ji Wuli would teach him some skills, Wu Tengkong beamed, while those nearby were dumbfounded. Was this really their director? His face changed so quickly—just moments ago, he’d been reluctant, now he seemed eager to call out even more.

Actually, Ji Wuli didn’t need Wu Tengkong to lead the way; he’d already spotted Mouse Beibei.

Mouse Beibei stared at Ji Wuli, eyes gleaming as if he were looking at his favorite roast chicken.

Chen Meng jumped, whispering urgently, “Beibei, even if you want to turn him into roast chicken, don’t show it. Otherwise, he might eat you instead.”

Mouse Beibei’s eyes shone even brighter.

Step by step, Ji Wuli approached Mouse Beibei.

“You’re the mouse who awakened intelligence?” Ji Wuli asked, having seen the changes in Mouse Beibei’s life force, completely unlike an ordinary mouse. “Excellent. Your emergence fills a gap in our association for rodent-type beasts. You’ll come with me now, to the Animal Protection Association—where you belong.”

“Squeak squeak!” Mouse Beibei looked toward Chen Meng, still preferring to depend on him; to Beibei, Chen Meng felt like the closest person.

Ji Wuli now turned to Chen Meng, who felt his heart pounding—confronted by a seventh-tier divine being, a figure almost mythical, he couldn’t help but be afraid.

He forced a smile, saying to Mouse Beibei, “Go on, you love learning. There, you’ll learn so much more.”

Mouse Beibei remained silent, still hesitating.

Chen Meng thought for a moment, then added, “Once you’re there, you can eat whatever you want—roast chicken, roast duck, roast goose, roast rabbit, all you like.”

He glanced at Ji Wuli, relieved to see no particular reaction. After all, who knew if this chicken ancestor would mind such talk.

As expected, Mouse Beibei began to drool at the mention.

Chen Meng sighed—Mouse Beibei truly loved roast chicken, and he was just a bystander.

“Squeak squeak!” Mouse Beibei called out, and Chen Meng understood—he agreed.

In truth, Chen Meng knew that, given Mouse Beibei’s intelligence, he must realize that joining Ji Wuli at the Animal Protection Association was the best option for him.

“He agrees,” Chen Meng said, then looked at Ji Wuli and plucked up his courage: “Beibei and I haven’t known each other long, but I already consider him family. If anyone bullies him at your association, I’ll come for you.”

“You?” Ji Wuli looked at Chen Meng; he was so weak, hardly worth noticing.

Everyone else was stunned, and Wu Tengkong was secretly impressed, giving Chen Meng a thumbs-up. To threaten a demigod—now that took guts.

“I mean it. I always do what I say.” Chen Meng nodded, undaunted.

“I’ll remember you.” Ji Wuli glanced at Chen Meng, then said to Mouse Beibei, “If there’s nothing else, let’s go.”

“Squeak squeak!” Mouse Beibei looked at Chen Meng, as if bidding him farewell.

Something occurred to Chen Meng; he went forward, grasped Mouse Beibei’s paw, and said with heartfelt emotion, “Beibei, don’t forget me if you become rich and powerful!”

“Squeak squeak!”

Mouse Beibei squeaked, not understanding.

Chen Meng quickly explained, “It means, when you’ve made it big, don’t forget your country brother in Jiangzhou City.”

“Squeak squeak!”

This time Mouse Beibei understood, his eyes misting with tears.

Watching this touching farewell between man and mouse, everyone felt a bit strange.

“All right, it’s not as if you’ll never meet again—don’t be so sentimental,” Ji Wuli said, grabbing Mouse Beibei to leave. But then he caught sight of the old man behind, paused for a moment in confusion, turned his head, and in a flash transformed into the giant rooster, soaring away.

“Phew!” Wu Tengkong finally dared to breathe, muttering, “That old guy is so bad, always wanting to adopt grandsons—why don’t you have one yourself!”

Heh!

Chen Meng laughed; just now, someone had been calling “grandfather” so affectionately.

Now Chen Meng noticed that Wu Tengkong’s hand, previously chopped off by the fourth guardian, had been reattached, and the wound was already healing.

So this was a fifth-tier divine body—truly frightening!

Ji Wuli, leaving Jiangzhou City, glanced back toward Daqingshan, his brows furrowing.

“How could it be?” he murmured, his gaze piercing through layers of obstacles to view the graves behind Daqingshan.

He saw a row of graves, each without a name.

“Gravekeeper?” The thought struck him, and his expression grew more solemn.

On Han Hao’s side, though they immediately hunted down the cultists, many still escaped.

“A lot got away,” the Deputy Director of Jiangzhou Enforcement Bureau said quietly.

Such a report was not for Han Hao.

“Let them run. They’re just small fry,” Wu Tengkong said, looking at the two severed heads at his feet and the seventh guardian nearly reduced to pulp. “Tsk tsk, quite the harvest this time—not in vain I endured humiliation. Yangzhou Province will be much more peaceful for a long while.”

Others nodded in agreement; the cult had lost three guardians this time, a severe blow.