Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

The meeting room was filled with sunshine.

Yet the atmosphere was rather tense and awkward.

A group of people sat around the conference table, all frowning and worried.

"This is really a disaster."

"The director might come and scold us later, right?"

"Maybe he’ll disband our office?"

After six months of research, with a lot of money spent, they built a pulse laser cannon.

Loaded impressively onto the airship, aimed at the enemy, and fired a crucial shot!

But nothing happened to the enemy, instead, the energy leak burned the airship...

The physicists, photonics engineers, and weapons engineers filling the meeting room felt like this was hard to believe, it seemed like a joke!

What they made wasn’t a top-notch weapon, it was almost laughable!

The entire research institute of hundreds of top scientists and engineers seemed like clowns!

Hu Shanjiu sat at the end of the conference table, frowning, his gaze occasionally darting to the meeting room door.

If the director comes through that door later, scolds everyone, and then announces the disbandment of the research institute... will his position be revoked? Can he still keep his iron rice bowl in the future?

Creaaaak...

The meeting room door opened.

The plump director, in his fifties, bald-headed with a round chin, wearing a suit, came in smiling broadly, full of cheer.

"Eh?

"What’s happening?

"Why are you all looking so gloomy?"

The director sat at the head of the conference table.

"Our operation this time wasn’t ugly, it was okay, hahaha!

"Though the airship burned, and the cannon burned, it’s still acceptable."

In the meeting room, the scientists and engineers remained silent and scared to speak... is the director being sarcastic?

Then the director continued to laugh.

"Just now, the leader from the Secret Brain Office gave me a heads-up.

"Our pulse laser cannon burned a piece of Miyamoto Rokuzo’s scale.

"It was a small piece of the snake scale on the back of his hand!

"About the size of a grain of rice.

"With one shot, it scorched one of his scales; this result... is actually pretty good.

"The leadership is very satisfied!"

The scientists and engineers still did not dare to speak, they all lowered their heads and held their breath.

They were very certain the director was being sarcastic.

The plump director paused for a moment.

"You don’t think I’m being sarcastic, do you?

"Everyone, don’t misunderstand, your single shot didn’t burn an ordinary snake scale.

"That’s Miyamoto Rokuzo! Sequence Six! Master of Complex Spirits! Great Immortal Mage!

"Scorching one of his scales means our weapon is really terrifying!

"From your expressions... you were hoping a single shot could kill the Master of Complex Spirits?"

All the scientists and engineers looked up.

Hu Shanjiu at the end, and Liu Hongjuan beside him, also looked up.

What does it mean?

Was the director really not being sarcastic?

Was he really satisfied with this result?

The director laughed.

"Do you all really look down on Miyamoto Rokuzo?

"Everyone, such thoughts shouldn’t exist!

"Although he was instantly defeated by the West State Boss, although he got planted with a tree, we have no right to look down on him."

The director scanned across the room.

"He is undoubtedly one of the strongest Great Immortal Mages in the present world.

"Being able to scorch one of his scales shows our work has been done well.

"Don’t underestimate others, and don’t belittle yourself.

"Everyone!

"In the past six months, we’ve done well.

"In the coming time, please continue, and keep up the good work!"

...

West State City, North Suburb Base.

A group of people were intensely debating in the meeting room!

"We can’t let the Miyamoto Clan off the hook!

"Why don’t we send people for equal counterattacks against them!"

"This involves too much, it’s best to plan carefully."

"How about we place an order in the Dark World, to buy the heads of the Miyamoto Clan!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that’s not possible, that doesn’t align with our principles!"

"Our stance needs to be tough!"

"Let’s first give the public an explanation."

"Is the publicity work sorted out?"

"Actually, it’s almost done."

Beside the conference table, Chairman Chen Shu’s neck was wrapped in a brace, his head fixed, his voice sounded skewed.

Tian Xinghuo’s injuries had healed, with faint scars on his face, already scabbed.

Committee Member Gu Lin was wrapped in bandages like a mummy...

A group of people were discussing the follow-up actions, debating how to retaliate against the Miyamoto Clan!

Bai Mo was nearby, holding his disciple Black Pouch, and pulled out his phone to check the Immortal Discussion Forum.

Sure enough, last night’s incident exploded on the forum, posts were frantically refreshing and repeatedly discussed.

The Immortal Committee didn’t control the narrative and instead fully opened it up for the netizens to speak freely.

[The matter is very clear]

[Miyamoto Clan from Sakura Region invaded]

[This clan actually has a Sequence Six Great Immortal Mage]

[Yet he was still repelled by the West State Boss and got planted with a tree]

[My goodness, yesterday I was in the sports hall, so excited hahaha]

[Did you pee your pants?]

[Really did pee]

[666]

[Did you take photos?]

[Of course I took photos! That tree was absolutely fantastic, check out my homepage!]

[Sitting in the stands watching the Immortal Technique battle? This concert is too worth it!]

[Did anyone take home a piece of the Coral Tree?]

[That wasn’t a Coral Tree, it was a glowing root]

[Can’t take it away! Later, Immortal Technique Committee members entered, watched closely!]

[Speaking of how to handle the Miyamoto Clan, they can’t be let off!]

[I saw Red Treasure’s new update]

Red Treasure?

Su Yaoyao and Red Treasure had already rushed back to Silver City urgently.

Bai Mo clicked on Su Yaoyao’s homepage and indeed saw a set of the latest selfies.