Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 510 - 284: The West State Boss Blocks the Alchemy Path Alone, Earth Element Festival

Bang!

The dusk fell outside the window, and the lights turned on in the battle command room.

The screen already showed the battle was a [complete success].

But the members of the Immortal Technique Committee were still sitting in front of their computers, either staring at screens or waiting by the phones, waiting for some news.

Bai Mo looked at Committee Member Gu Lin, seeing the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard squeeze out a smile.

"Expert Bai Mo, you don’t know, waiting after the battle is an old tradition for us.

"We’re waiting for the battle damage report."

Huh?

Bai Mo suddenly understood.

When members of the Immortal Technique Committee took action to arrest people, conflicts and fights were inevitable, and there would be injuries and bloodshed.

Committee Member Gu Lin continued.

"Actually, now it’s much better than before!

"Our individual strength can’t match those criminals, there’s nothing we can do about that.

"But we have numbers, good equipment, we can gang up!

"We have specially made guns and bullets, and special medicine..."

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Not just him, but everyone in the battle command room also stopped and looked towards Chairman Chen Shu at the front row.

They saw Chairman Chen Shu listening to the phone, expressionless, occasionally nodding and responding.

Click.

Chairman Chen Shu put down the phone, relaxed his brow, and grinned.

"In this operation, all comrades, a total of... seventeen were injured, none died!

"Ten were lightly injured, seven seriously injured."

The command room erupted in applause, and everyone smiled.

The numbers were reassuring and satisfactory!

Chairman Chen Shu gestured for them to quiet down.

"Seven seriously injured, of which five have controlled it with Mycelium Healing Patches produced in West State, and are no longer in serious condition!"

"Good!"

"Hahaha!"

The command room burst into applause once again.

Then, Chairman Chen Shu turned around, facing everyone, pressing down on their applause with his hands.

"Most importantly, all the Ancient Immortals, from now on, will not dare use our modern equipment again.

"The operation was a great success, and in the future, we will establish a special equipment anti-immortal department to focus on this type of work!"

As people were about to cheer and applaud, Chairman Chen Shu continued.

"There’s some news unrelated to our operation.

"Heh heh,"

The old man chuckled.

"In this operation, all the Ancient Immortals involved, their drug fields have all been sealed off! Sealed by the Black Ghost Eye!"

Beside Bai Mo, Committee Member Gu Lin immediately stood up, blood rushing to his head, turning red-faced, clapping wildly!

Everyone stood up and applauded, and the entire command room was drowned in thunderous applause!

"Hahaha, the West State Boss is really crazy!"

"This time we truly won, not defensively but offensively!"

Next to him, Bai Mo, with Bai Ruyi on his shoulder, stood up with everyone and clapped.

Bai Ruyi clapped with his front paws, head held high, very proud.

The Black Ghost Eye was sent out and truly achieved results, hoping it develops well outside, if performed well, there’s still a chance of returning to Fox Mountain in the future!

Bai Mo clapped but felt strange inside.

Did the Black Ghost Eye succeed?

He hadn’t received any feedback or news, so how did the Immortal Committee know beforehand?

Their information channel is something indeed!

...

The night’s autumn wind carried fallen leaves, making passersby wrap their clothes tighter.

Under the streetlights, Bai Ruyi wore a lab coat similar to his master’s, perched on his master’s shoulder, going to eat with him.

"This North Suburb Base, though remote, has some old shops, some old food, really delicious!

"It’s rare to have the chance, invite Expert Bai Mo to try the gourd head stew here in the North Suburbs, it’s very tasty!"

Committee Member Gu Lin was in a good mood, talking and laughing as they walked.

Bai Mo nodded and smiled, "Then I’ll let you go to the expense."

For today’s operation, Professor Zhang, Mo Lanyou, and others on the Alchemy Path couldn’t participate. Zhang Shan and the Round Stone Ancient Immortal were involved and couldn’t join as well. By now, they had all finished eating in the cafeteria. Bai Mo had no dining companion, so it was perfect to try the old shops in the North Suburbs with Committee Member Gu Lin.

As they walked, they suddenly saw someone setting up a stall under the streetlight, surrounded by more than a dozen grandpas and grandmas pulling out money to buy things.

"What are they selling?"

They went up out of curiosity and saw the stall displayed bundle after bundle of incense and stack after stack of yellow paper money.

The street vendor glanced at Committee Member Gu Lin’s uniform, looking a bit nervous.

"I..."

However, Committee Member Gu Lin felt a pang in his nose and surprisingly pulled out his phone.

"How much? Pack a stack for me."

As he scanned the code to pay, he explained to Bai Mo.

"Many comrades took the step first.

"The Earth Element Festival is coming, I’ll burn some paper money for them too."

Bai Mo suddenly understood.

Pulling out his phone to check his diary, sure enough, the Earth Element Festival was approaching!

This is a traditional festival, where every household burns paper money for their deceased relatives as a form of remembrance.

In the past years, Bai Mo hadn’t done it much... time he had, mostly due to lack of money.

After some thought, he picked up a pile of paper money and looked at the vendor.

"How much? Please help me pack it."

Committee Member Gu Lin, having paid, held the paper money, his eyes out of focus, seemingly reminiscing about comrades.

Bai Mo pondered if he had any comrades who had passed away?

"Zhang Qiren?

"Is that guy still alive?"

...

"Achoo!"

In a small county town, inside a dilapidated house.

Zhang Qiren sneezed while sitting under the desk lamp.

"What’s going on, is someone thinking about me?"

His draft paper on the desk was sprayed wet, yet he didn’t care, taking a cloth to gently wipe off the saliva.

This draft paper was certainly not ordinary, but an Immortal Artifact!