This custom has been passed down for a very, very long ti...
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And the one responsible for all this, the monster with hands drenched in blood, had left happily after seeing a large herd of cattle lift their legs simultaneously following the roar.
For him, just that roar was enough; there was no need for further action.
As for the imminent shortage of world-famous premium beef by dawn, along with other lesser grades facing a similar shortage—those were none of his concern.
Don’t think that with so many dead cattle, there’ll be more at to sell. Don’t forget, that’s premium beef raised with music; beef from frightened cows would have its quality affected.
Needless to say, he is unworried about what the investigative geniuses of Japan might discover—whatever happens, as long as you do enough, you gain experience. Nowadays, Boss Yan is quite experienced in doing such things, leaving no trace whatsoever.
When Yan Fei returned ho pretending to be coming from outside, he was just about to sneak upstairs when he angrily covered his pocket.
The phone was vibrating!
No need to guess; it’s that guy Anderson’s.
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Anderson, that fellow, really has no choice!
Early in the morning, he saw the news, the two most important figures he once provided in his list, their hos had turned into white patches. The swift and ruthless thods made his heart pound and cold sweat break out all over.
All along, Anderson thought it was only because of his own ruthlessness that he made a na in his city. But now, seeing the news, especially the number of missing persons, he realized he was no different from street thugs!
Damn, he thought, killing one or two people was already ruthless, while others made it impossible to even list nas on the news, only able to write major figures followed by etc., then marked with the total number of people.
The more he thought, the more afraid he beca, that one news report made Anderson feel like he had just run a marathon, cold sweat streaming down.
At that mont, he thought of showing loyalty to Boss Yan; he wanted to tell Boss Yan that since you’ve already handled the root of the problem, leave the rest to ! I’ve done a superb job that can’t be more perfect, ensuring your utmost satisfaction...
However, he kept dialing, but never was in the service area — little did he know if his phone could connect in the Brachiosaurus world, he wouldn’t be this afraid of Boss Yan.
Even if he can’t connect, he’ll keep dialing. This loyalty call must get through... otherwise, Anderson can’t handle this scare!
Not in service, not in service, not in service...
Anderson was numb, almost falling asleep. Fortunately, he’s sowhat experienced and knew what’s important at such monts, having instructed people to contact his direct subordinates, network, and gather information after a few calls...
Good news kept coming, as those still in Arica fighting to keep Morning Glory brand beef out of the market received tragic news last night – losses include fathers, grandpas, uncles, and bosses!
Almost all leaders are gone; those left can’t even manage their own issues, let alone hinder others. Thus, for those active in Arica, how could they continue this work?
Not only can’t they continue, so had to return ho for funerals.
Good news was good news, but Anderson had nothing to do with it, which is why he kept dialing that loyalty call.
Not in service, not in service, not in service...
Dialing until his mind went blank, leaving only chanical motions, Anderson stared blankly as soone appeared before him. It took him several monts to recognize it was his nephew, now his closest and most helpful assistant.
Entering without knocking? Or knocked but he had already let him in?
Anderson’s muddled mind was preoccupied with such irrelevant questions.
Before he could figure out if his nephew knocked, the nephew couldn’t wait and said: "Boss, here’s the latest news. Sothing else happened in Japan over an hour ago; Japan’s highest-grade beef, you know, the kind raised dostically and not exported, faced an incident!"
"Huh? What incident?" Anderson instantly snapped out of it, his mind imdiately thinking of a certain young Chinese who mastered magical Kung Fu and appeared and disappeared without a trace — with two white patches burned, was this still not over?
Nephew An quickly replied: "Over an hour ago in Japan, it was evening, reportedly a sudden unidentified loud noise occurred at the ranch, causing significant losses, nurous fatalities, and countless dead cows!"
Seeing Anderson still in a daze, Nephew An knew the boss was sowhat special today. He thought for a mont and smiled while adding: "Actually, online there’s different voices, so heard explosion sounds, while others claid, they are the nearest residents to the ranch, and they heard monster roars!"
Listening to this, Nephew An laughed: "What monster’s sound can traverse the entire ranch, scaring so many people and cows, and carry over dozens of kiloters outside the ranch? Even a lion couldn’t, haha, it’s absurd..."
"Lion?" Anderson jumped up as if woken from a dream. "Yes, lion!"
Nephew An was startled by his uncle, and upon recovering, curiously asked: "Uncle Anderson, did you rember sothing?"
"Of course!" Anderson excitedly waved. "They all missed it; that’s not an explosion sound nor a monster’s howl. It’s a human who made it!"
Nephew An, seeing Anderson excited, worriedly stepped forward to support him: "Uncle, calm down, calm down..."
My uncle must be crazy, if so, maybe I can inherit all my uncle’s assets since his family is absent?
Right in the middle of his wild thoughts, Nephew An was pushed away by Anderson: "Let go of , I’m fine. You know, I’ve been studying and learning Chinese culture lately and have made so achievents, don’t you?"
"Yes, yes!" Despite having just harbored so evil thoughts, Nephew An quickly replied, knowing his young age might hinder inheriting all his uncle’s assets.
"Then, do you know about Chinese Kung Fu?" Anderson had an expression that the truth was in his grasp.
"I know, Bruce Lee! Hmm... Ah!" Nephew An replied while bouncing twice, brushing his nose and letting out a squeal.
"No, no, no!" Anderson shook a finger with pride. "Bruce Lee only mastered the most superficial martial arts. In China, there’s a miraculous power, like magic, called inherent power. Kung Fu with this internal power is called internal-style Kung Fu. Bruce Lee only practiced external-style Kung Fu!"
Seeing his nephew’s dubious and confused look, Anderson forgot he’d been trying to make that loyalty call and proudly flaunted: "In China, there’s a kind of Kung Fu that can only be passed from master to disciple and must never be spread outside. That’s true Chinese Kung Fu, also known as internal-style Kung Fu!"
"This Kung Fu cos in various forms, the most famous being Subduing Dragon’s Eighteen Palms, Nine Shadow Holy Books, and Six Bloodline Swords... There’s also a very special sonic-based Kung Fu called Lion Roar Divine Skill!"
"This magical ability is rumored to be the ultimate secret of China’s martial arts sanctuary, created by a god nad Buddha renowned throughout Asia. Once mastered, a person can roar like thunder..."
Poor Anderson, having strayed far while learning Chinese culture, not realizing his detour, yet still proud, convinced he uncovered China’s most secretive and unknown mysteries...
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