"Master Fuli, please stand up for me! My husband can’t even find work doing pole dancing anymore...."
The Latin woman with long brown hair immediately stood up when she saw Master Fuli, suddenly sank to one knee, showing a face of utter despair, and began to accuse the Royal Mutual Benefit Group.
Her husband was originally working as a guard under the Royal Mutual Benefit Group, in the Magic Beast Containment Department. His usual work was as dangerous as licking blood from a knife’s edge, with the risk of death looming at any moment.
The monthly salary and benefits combined were barely $40,000 after tax, but just the Beastification Gene loan required a repayment of $30,000 each month, and the housing loan was another $8,000 per month, leaving only $2,000 for a family of nine.
Now that the Beastification Gene loan is paid off, the next day, her husband’s pair of "lychees" were taken.
But even so, they didn’t dare to complain about the Royal Mutual Benefit Group online or to the police.
Because all the warriors recruited by the Royal Mutual Benefit Group were from poor and remote areas.
Although they bought a house in America, they actually don’t hold an American residency, and if things got ugly, the Royal Mutual Benefit Group could deport them.
America may have a Great Commander, but each state’s governor is like a local emperor, listening to instructions but ignoring the orders.
The Great Commander, when visiting any state, has to cater to the governors and the aristocratic families behind them.
"!!!"
A blood-red exclamation mark popped out of Little Angel’s head. She trembled all over, forced a smile, and explained to Master Fuli:
"Master Fuli..."
"Though this young lady’s grievance is true, there are some biases; different departments have different rules and benefits... For example, they bought a Beastification Warrior gene, so naturally, they must become Beastification Warriors."
"This belongs to buying out personal usage rights, but if you say you want to spread the Beastification Gene, that’s a different price....."
"You can’t say you spent the price for a personal version and turned the Beastification Gene into a family version, sharing it everywhere, right?"
The Beastification Gene bought by the warrior, theoretically, can only be used by oneself and not be spread, especially without leaking it.
If he wants to resign, then according to the contract, the group must naturally guard against the possibility of leaking.
Otherwise, with second-generation Beastification Warriors everywhere, how does the corporate company recoup its research costs?
"The little miss is right..." Meili, after hearing Little Angel speak, was taken aback. Although she didn’t know who Little Angel was, seeing her with Master Fuli, she assumed she was some assistant-type character, and continued to speak:
"If that’s how it is, we accept it. We are also aware of gene copyright issues."
"We have two children, naturally willing to pay for two usage fees, but as a result, the Royal Mutual Benefit Group cited inflation, charging fifty million for one license, and without money, threatened to send our children to the research department as child labor."
"My husband couldn’t stand it, argued with them, and then had his ’lychees’ taken. They even threatened that if we didn’t give them people within three months, they would tear our family apart like a puzzle."
"Scatter us across the globe, so that even in death, our ashes wouldn’t be buried in the same grave."
"...Debt collectors naturally resort to threats! Inflation is indeed a reality; Spirit Particle Science is currently a niche demand, and research materials and human costs have always been high." Little Angel quickly attempted to patch up.
"How come, despite the deflation in Japan for decades, you didn’t all move there for Spirit Particle research?"
Master Fuli, with a dark face, picked up a Wooden Hammer and knocked it on Little Angel’s head, immediately causing a bump to rise:
"Now, immediately help them get their residency done, reduce all loan interest rates to two-tenths of a percent, and put those ’lychees’ back!"
"Don’t think I don’t know about your fluctuating interest rates and the 2000% annualized rate for short-term loans."
The transaction of Beastification Gene, in the brown-haired woman’s story, was relatively standard, just expensive.
But all openly priced things are standard, whereas everything else, with no prices listed, hides a big trap.
"Go! I will personally supervise it right now!" Little Angel, covering the growing bump on her head, fled to the door, trying to escape this place of trouble.
"Click——"
Seated by the door, Li Wenkang glanced at the speedy escape of Little Angel, slowly lifted a hand, lit the cigarette hanging from his mouth, and nudged the door shut with his foot.
"Lockdown..."
Li Wenkang, amused, slid the metal bolt hidden in his leather coat into the door and kindly reminded:
"The door belongs to Master Fuli. Kicking the threshold isn’t simply kicking his doorframe, but rather slapping him in the face."
"Damn!"
"Bang" Little Angel smacked into the door, widened her eyes, and stared through the door crack at Li Wenkang: "Are you human?"
"Hah, didn’t you say you were responsible for the security patrol inside? Why don’t you know what that group inside is looking for Master Fuli for?" Li Wenkang smugly taunted, with legs crossed:
"Since you knew and stayed here, doesn’t it show you have a heart of repentance?"
"I am not blocking you; I am encouraging you to sacrifice for righteousness, to affirm your beliefs!"
Li Wenkang spoke, feeling that the pressure built up in recent days just drifted out of his body.
"Those accusing the Royal Mutual Benefit Group, step to the side and line up against the wall in group 01."
Master Fuli came to the stage, tapped the floor with the Wooden Hammer, and said: "Next complainant, step up!"
People coming to accuse the Royal Mutual Benefit Group began to funnel out gradually.
Hundreds of individuals all rushed to the far left, sitting against the wall, eyes fixed eagerly on the stage.
Meanwhile, the Landlord of Longevity, maintaining his Beastman form on the stage, began to sweat profusely from his forehead.
The stage fell silent for a short while, then a middle-aged woman appeared from the crowd:
"Master Fuli! The Xuefei Group said they needed manpower for oil extraction. My son went, and upon arrival, they handed him a gun, pointing him towards a heavily armed modern army and told him to loot."
After the woman complained, Master Fuli side-eyed, putting his gaze on the Landlord of Longevity who was slowly retreating.
"Them!"
"The Xuefei Group is run by that Jellyfish," the Landlord of Longevity pointed out a few exclamation marks on his head, unanimously looking at the semi-transparent humanoid being with a pale blue jellyfish on its head.
"Innocent! We were kidnapping a local military head to stop a conflict, maintaining regional peace." Feina’s Mother anxiously explained:
"Everyone are Beast Warriors, not human; sneaking into a military camp isn’t difficult, just kidnapping an ordinary person."
"Master Fuli, there’s a slanderous citizen accusing me!"
"Bang——"
Master Fuli did not speak but used the Wooden Hammer to smack the Jellyfish Lady on its head, reverting it from its Beastman form to the large jellyfish form, saying:
"That’s nonsense! What you did is called political kidnapping!"
Master Fuli rolled his eyes, raised the arm holding the Wooden Hammer, and announced:
"Those accusing the Xuefei Group, move to the left, and group in Team 02 for lining up."
"Next one!"
Master Fuli temporarily ignored the landlord, preparing to categorize and organize the victims.
"Hiss... Hiss."
A lizard emerged from the crowd, standing up and bouncing while producing a "hiss" sound.
"What? You say you want to accuse Englanders?" Ansheng looked at the male desert giant lizard, expressing doubt:
"But aren’t you a lizard species from Bharat?"
"Hiss... Hiss..." The desert giant lizard sorrowfully explained its situation.
Those Englanders aren’t human, they are all Furries!
It’s fine that they’re Furries themselves, yet they want to spread the Furry fetishes worldwide, promoting such behaviors.
My buttocks have suffered.
The cobra living next door suffered even more; its venom mutated to have a strong paralyzing trait.
Englanders catch and kiss it intensely every day, saying it feels like being drunk.
Master Fuli: "......"
Bharat creatures accusing the Englanders...
That’s alright, makes sense.