Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 83

“Heh… heh heh heh…” Fan Ming looked up at Zhou Ci, then at the fox demon writhing and howling in pain inside the pool of blood. His face was full of smugness, not even bothering to hide it.

“Boss Zhou, the flowers have already withered by the time you got here.”

His smirk didn’t fade as he shrugged. “This demon’s mine now.”

Zhou Ci’s gaze hardened for a split second. The fox demon had been caught—by Fan Ming?

Did he really have that kind of ability?

Although the Weapon Research Division and the Spirit Contract Bureau had always been at odds, they occasionally worked together when the police department couldn’t handle something.

But the fox demon they’d been chasing for so long—captured today, just like that?

“Hmph.” Zhou Ci slung his gun back over his shoulder. Since the Spirit Contract Bureau caught it, it wasn’t his place to interfere.

His tone carried that faint, lazy drawl. “If I’d come any later, you wouldn’t be smiling this wide.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Fan Ming clicked his tongue, looking pleased with himself. “You say that like you could’ve caught it yourself.”

He waved his hand, and the agents behind him stepped forward, hauling the fox demon out of the pool along with the iron net.

The fox demon looked drained of strength, its howls slipping from hoarse agony into dull, fading cries.

“Filthy humans! Despicable humans!” the fox demon screeched, baring sharp, bloodstained teeth. “I’ll kill you all!”

It grabbed at the iron chains binding it—but the instant it touched them, it recoiled in pain, hands trembling violently.

It no longer dared touch the net, only baring its teeth in rage at the people outside.

Even the Spirit Contract Bureau agents holding it looked terrified; everyone had seen what this fox demon did to its victims.

Fear was inevitable.

“Hmph.” Fan Ming sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. “You won’t have that power anymore.”

“Didn’t catch you before, fine. But now that I have…” He rapped the iron net with his gun, tone dripping with mockery. “I’ve got plenty of ways to deal with you. And even more to make you behave.”

Then he raised his foot and kicked the fox demon hard in the stomach.

“You bastard, do you know how many of my brothers you’ve killed?!”

His expression twisted in fury. “Now you’re just a caged beast—still got the nerve to roar? Ridiculous!”

After a few more vicious kicks, he turned and barked, “Take it back!”

Once the fox demon was dragged away, Fan Ming was just about to taunt Zhou Ci again.

“Well, looks like you lost this time, Boss Zhou. I’d say you—”

He didn’t even finish before Zhou Ci’s boot slammed into his gut.

Fan Ming doubled over, dazed and furious. “Zhou Ci! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Zhou Ci dusted off his hands. “Since you caught it, make sure you keep it locked up. If that fox demon escapes again, I’ll hold you responsible.”

“The hell gives you the right to say that to me?! And why the hell did you kick me?!” Fan Ming shouted, face black with rage.

Zhou Ci crossed his arms. “Because I’m the highest-ranking security officer in the Illusory Realm.”

He paused. “And I kicked you because you scared my wife yesterday.”

He looked down at him coldly. “You toad—think you can spread your feathers like a peacock in front of my wife?”

From the distance, Li Cheng’s mouth twitched. So Zhou Ci really was the type who went feral when it came to his spouse…

Fan Ming’s brow twitched. What the hell?! Why was he bringing up yesterday again?!

His glare sharpened. “Zhou Ci, you’re abusing your position just to take personal revenge!”

“Tsk.” Zhou Ci shook his head. “Revenge or not, I kicked you. That’s all that matters.”

That one line finally snapped Fan Ming’s temper.

He yanked out his spirit-hunting gun and fired straight at Zhou Ci.

But Zhou Ci’s reflexes were lightning-fast. He drew his own arm-mounted gun, aiming to shoot down the incoming bullet—just for fun, really.

He liked this kind of thrill.

The two energy bullets collided midair. Fan Ming’s bullet shattered on impact, but Zhou Ci’s kept flying straight toward him.

From the shadows, Li Cheng’s eyes widened.

Hell no—he actually used that gun on a person?!

Fan Ming’s done for!

Li Cheng reacted instantly, flicking his fingers to send a wisp of soul energy to deflect the divine-charged bullet.

When the powers clashed, most of the divine energy dispersed—but some still struck forward.

The result: Fan Ming’s spirit-hunting gun exploded into pieces.

Fan Ming didn’t even have time to dodge; he just squeezed his eyes shut.

A wave of heat surged over him, engulfing him completely.

He was blasted several meters backward, smoking from head to toe.

In an instant, his hair stood on end like burnt straw, his clothes shredded to tatters.

“Cough… cough, cough…”

Fan Ming’s once-tan skin was now charcoal black.

“Damn…” he wheezed, as black smoke puffed out of his mouth.

The sight of his ashy face and bright, wide eyes made him look like some cave-dwelling caveman.

Zhou Ci frowned, glancing down at his weapon.

What the hell?

The Soul Extraction Gun was one of the most advanced weapons in the Illusory Realm—powerful, yes, but not that powerful.

It should’ve been blocked by Fan Ming’s shot.

Since when could this gun level someone like that?

Did it… upgrade itself behind his back?

Fan Ming stared at his own charred self, too shocked to speak.

Then he bolted, running as fast as his legs could take him, staggering all the way.

Couldn’t afford to mess with Zhou Ci anymore.

Next time, he swore, he’d keep his damn mouth shut!

He’d almost gotten himself killed!

As he ran, Fan Ming gritted his teeth. He had to invent a weapon stronger than the Soul Extraction Gun.

Next time, Zhou Ci would be the one eating dirt.

And with that fox demon in his hands, he was sure he could develop something even deadlier.

One day, he’d have Zhou Ci under his boot!

By the time Fan Ming stumbled away, the Weapon Research Division finally arrived.

“Boss!”

Zhou Ci’s face was dark, his expression ice-cold.

He glanced over the fully armed team, his eyes deep and unreadable.

“Next time the Spirit Contract Bureau gets the intel before we do, hand in your badges.”

The agents froze—so that was it, Fan Ming had gotten there first. Heads dropped, no one daring to speak.

After a long moment, the squad captain cleared his throat. “What should we do now, Boss?”

“What should you do?” Zhou Ci scowled. “Twenty floors, three hundred seconds. Extra drills.”

The agents: Is that even humanly possible?!

A beat later, Zhou Ci added, “And your year-end bonuses—cut in half.”

The agents: …

Meanwhile, Li Cheng caught a trace of a familiar aura.

His gaze shifted away from Zhou Ci.

Transforming back into his true form, the little red fox darted toward the source of that energy.

Branches crackled under his paws as he leapt away.

Zhou Ci’s sharp eyes caught the movement.

He watched the fiery-red fox sprinting off into the distance—and for some reason, one thought popped into his head.

This fox was stunning.

He’d never seen one so sleek and luminous in the entire Illusory Realm.

He had to catch it… and bring it home as a pet for his wife.

Chapter 83 – “The One Who Dares Touch My Fox”

“Heh… heh heh heh…” Fan Ming looked up at Zhou Ci, then at the fox demon writhing and howling in pain inside the pool of blood. His face was full of smugness, not even bothering to hide it.

“Boss Zhou, the flowers have already withered by the time you got here.”

His smirk didn’t fade as he shrugged. “This demon’s mine now.”

Zhou Ci’s gaze hardened for a split second. The fox demon had been caught—by Fan Ming?

Did he really have that kind of ability?

Although the Weapon Research Division and the Spirit Contract Bureau had always been at odds, they occasionally worked together when the police department couldn’t handle something.

But the fox demon they’d been chasing for so long—captured today, just like that?

“Hmph.” Zhou Ci slung his gun back over his shoulder. Since the Spirit Contract Bureau caught it, it wasn’t his place to interfere.

His tone carried that faint, lazy drawl. “If I’d come any later, you wouldn’t be smiling this wide.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Fan Ming clicked his tongue, looking pleased with himself. “You say that like you could’ve caught it yourself.”

He waved his hand, and the agents behind him stepped forward, hauling the fox demon out of the pool along with the iron net.

The fox demon looked drained of strength, its howls slipping from hoarse agony into dull, fading cries.

“Filthy humans! Despicable humans!” the fox demon screeched, baring sharp, bloodstained teeth. “I’ll kill you all!”

It grabbed at the iron chains binding it—but the instant it touched them, it recoiled in pain, hands trembling violently.

It no longer dared touch the net, only baring its teeth in rage at the people outside.

Even the Spirit Contract Bureau agents holding it looked terrified; everyone had seen what this fox demon did to its victims.

Fear was inevitable.

“Hmph.” Fan Ming sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. “You won’t have that power anymore.”

“Didn’t catch you before, fine. But now that I have…” He rapped the iron net with his gun, tone dripping with mockery. “I’ve got plenty of ways to deal with you. And even more to make you behave.”

Then he raised his foot and kicked the fox demon hard in the stomach.

“You bastard, do you know how many of my brothers you’ve killed?!”

His expression twisted in fury. “Now you’re just a caged beast—still got the nerve to roar? Ridiculous!”

After a few more vicious kicks, he turned and barked, “Take it back!”

Once the fox demon was dragged away, Fan Ming was just about to taunt Zhou Ci again.

“Well, looks like you lost this time, Boss Zhou. I’d say you—”

He didn’t even finish before Zhou Ci’s boot slammed into his gut.

Fan Ming doubled over, dazed and furious. “Zhou Ci! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Zhou Ci dusted off his hands. “Since you caught it, make sure you keep it locked up. If that fox demon escapes again, I’ll hold you responsible.”

“The hell gives you the right to say that to me?! And why the hell did you kick me?!” Fan Ming shouted, face black with rage.

Zhou Ci crossed his arms. “Because I’m the highest-ranking security officer in the Illusory Realm.”

He paused. “And I kicked you because you scared my wife yesterday.”

He looked down at him coldly. “You toad—think you can spread your feathers like a peacock in front of my wife?”

From the distance, Li Cheng’s mouth twitched. So Zhou Ci really was the type who went feral when it came to his spouse…

Fan Ming’s brow twitched. What the hell?! Why was he bringing up yesterday again?!

His glare sharpened. “Zhou Ci, you’re abusing your position just to take personal revenge!”

“Tsk.” Zhou Ci shook his head. “Revenge or not, I kicked you. That’s all that matters.”

That one line finally snapped Fan Ming’s temper.

He yanked out his spirit-hunting gun and fired straight at Zhou Ci.

But Zhou Ci’s reflexes were lightning-fast. He drew his own arm-mounted gun, aiming to shoot down the incoming bullet—just for fun, really.

He liked this kind of thrill.

The two energy bullets collided midair. Fan Ming’s bullet shattered on impact, but Zhou Ci’s kept flying straight toward him.

From the shadows, Li Cheng’s eyes widened.

Hell no—he actually used that gun on a person?!

Fan Ming’s done for!

Li Cheng reacted instantly, flicking his fingers to send a wisp of soul energy to deflect the divine-charged bullet.

When the powers clashed, most of the divine energy dispersed—but some still struck forward.

The result: Fan Ming’s spirit-hunting gun exploded into pieces.

Fan Ming didn’t even have time to dodge; he just squeezed his eyes shut.

A wave of heat surged over him, engulfing him completely.

He was blasted several meters backward, smoking from head to toe.

In an instant, his hair stood on end like burnt straw, his clothes shredded to tatters.

“Cough… cough, cough…”

Fan Ming’s once-tan skin was now charcoal black.

“Damn…” he wheezed, as black smoke puffed out of his mouth.

The sight of his ashy face and bright, wide eyes made him look like some cave-dwelling caveman.

Zhou Ci frowned, glancing down at his weapon.

What the hell?

The Soul Extraction Gun was one of the most advanced weapons in the Illusory Realm—powerful, yes, but not that powerful.

It should’ve been blocked by Fan Ming’s shot.

Since when could this gun level someone like that?

Did it… upgrade itself behind his back?

Fan Ming stared at his own charred self, too shocked to speak.

Then he bolted, running as fast as his legs could take him, staggering all the way.

Couldn’t afford to mess with Zhou Ci anymore.

Next time, he swore, he’d keep his damn mouth shut!

He’d almost gotten himself killed!

As he ran, Fan Ming gritted his teeth. He had to invent a weapon stronger than the Soul Extraction Gun.

Next time, Zhou Ci would be the one eating dirt.

And with that fox demon in his hands, he was sure he could develop something even deadlier.

One day, he’d have Zhou Ci under his boot!

By the time Fan Ming stumbled away, the Weapon Research Division finally arrived.

“Boss!”

Zhou Ci’s face was dark, his expression ice-cold.

He glanced over the fully armed team, his eyes deep and unreadable.

“Next time the Spirit Contract Bureau gets the intel before we do, hand in your badges.”

The agents froze—so that was it, Fan Ming had gotten there first. Heads dropped, no one daring to speak.

After a long moment, the squad captain cleared his throat. “What should we do now, Boss?”

“What should you do?” Zhou Ci scowled. “Twenty floors, three hundred seconds. Extra drills.”

The agents: Is that even humanly possible?!

A beat later, Zhou Ci added, “And your year-end bonuses—cut in half.”

The agents: …

Meanwhile, Li Cheng caught a trace of a familiar aura.

His gaze shifted away from Zhou Ci.

Transforming back into his true form, the little red fox darted toward the source of that energy.

Branches crackled under his paws as he leapt away.

Zhou Ci’s sharp eyes caught the movement.

He watched the fiery-red fox sprinting off into the distance—and for some reason, one thought popped into his head.

This fox was stunning.

He’d never seen one so sleek and luminous in the entire Illusory Realm.

He had to catch it… and bring it home as a pet for his wife.