Chapter 78: No Job? Then I’ll Hang Myself
Chapter 78: No Job? Then I’ll Hang Myself
The number Fang Cheng called belonged to Fox Spirit House, a black market business dealing in monster corpse recovery.
The call connected immediately. A crisp, pleasant voice answered:
“Hidomoo~ This is Fox Spirit House! Are you calling to sell corpses?”
Fang Cheng recognized the voice vaguely, though he couldn’t place it.
Not that it mattered – every pretty girl with large chests gave him déjà vu. He’d even trained in “chest-based identification,” recognizing people through bust measurements without seeing faces.
Snapping back to reality, Fang Cheng asked: “Hello, are you hiring?”
“Eh?” The girl paused, clearly unprepared for job inquiries. “Sorry, we’re not currently recruiting.”
“‘Currently’ means you might later. Hire me in advance?”
“No, we have enough staff.”
“I’ll work for free!”
“We have no vacancies…”
“Vacancies are like cleavage – squeeze tight and they’ll appear!”
“Ahem… Sir, stop wasting our time!” The line went dead with a sharp click.
Fang Cheng cursed: “No business sense! Rejecting free labor? Pathetic capitalists. Ptooey! They’ll bankrupt themselves!”
Kanzaki Rin snorted laughter from the driver’s seat. “Only idiots would trust sudden free workers. You reek of suspicion.”
Fang Cheng turned to her. “Then what? I don’t even know Fox Spirit House’s location. Otherwise I’d blockade their door – hire me or I’ll hang myself there!”
When Kanzaki Rin tried to face him, Fang Cheng shoved her cheek forward. “Eyes on the road, not me.”
Kanzaki Rin: “……”
She fantasized about booting this bastard onto the asphalt.
After steadying her breathing, she offered: “I’ll find Fox Spirit House’s address later. But you owe me a favor.”
“Favor?” Fang Cheng gasped dramatically. “Revealing your true motives at last? Fine, but max five times daily. More would cut into my butter game time.”
“Five times what?”
“Sex! Don’t pretend you don’t lust after me. Five daily peeks at my bod should satisfy you.”
Kanzaki Rin’s forehead veins pulsed.
Experience taught her fighting was futile – this brute hit women without restraint, especially targeting chests and butts.
Having known him this long, Kanzaki Rin was well aware of Fang Cheng’s weaknesses and exactly how to punish him.
“Go ahead, keep talking. All your dinners and late-night snacks for the week are canceled.”
Every evening when Fang Cheng trained at the practice field, he’d mooch dinner from her. After training, he’d demand midnight snacks too. His appetite kept ballooning – he could polish off ten people’s worth of food without breaking a sweat. If Kanzaki Rin hadn’t been somewhat well-off, she’d never have been able to afford feeding him.
Fang Cheng stared at Kanzaki Rin’s profile in disbelief. “Are you Satan?”
He knew his expanding appetite matched his growing physical capabilities, occurring even when uninjured. Without finding new income sources, supporting himself would be impossible. This made having a sugar mommy absolutely crucial.
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“I’m not Satan…” Kanzaki Rin’s lips twitched upward. “But if you keep disrespecting me, why should I keep you?”
Fang Cheng nodded solemnly. “What counts as showing respect?”
“Verbal acknowledgment will suffice.”
“Mom!”
The car swerved violently as Kanzaki Rin jerked the wheel, tires screeching against asphalt. She stomped the brake pedal, narrowly avoiding a collision with roadside barriers.
“See? This is why I keep telling you to focus on driving.”
“Enough! What did you just call me?”
“Mom! You said verbal acknowledgment!”
“That’s NOT what I meant!”
“Not senior enough? Want me to call you grandma instead? That’ll cost extra.”
…
Kanzaki Rin slapped her own forehead, her delicate features twisting in anguish. She’d been foolish to expect proper discussion from this troublemaker.
“Granny Rin? Headache acting up again? Want a massage?” Fang Cheng fully embraced his role, playing the dutiful grandson.
Raising a trembling hand, Kanzaki Rin inhaled sharply. “I’ll get you the Fox Spirit House location. Forget my conditions. Not another word or I’ll drive us both into the river.”
Seeing Kanzaki Rin’s fraying composure, Fang Cheng wisely stopped provoking her. The car resumed moving toward Fourth District – always Fourth District, where thin police presence and rampant monsters made hunting simple.
By their arrival, Fang Cheng had finished reviewing the tablet’s data. Tonight’s target wasn’t a monster but a land-bound spirit – souls trapped by unresolved grudges or attachments, endlessly repeating their death routines.
This particular spirit had haunted a high-rise’s sealed top floor for years, harmless until recently expanding its territory downward. Terrified tenants fled despite no casualties, while the overwhelmed Countermeasures Department kept postponing action.
Kanzaki Rin handed Fang Cheng a scripture-covered vajra. “Asakusa Temple-blessed. Effective against Category Two entities.”
The ritual implement’s questionable design featured a straight rod ending in twin spheres. Fang Cheng hefted the weighty object glowing dully under streetlights.
“Is this solid gold?”
“Obviously.”
Kanzaki Rin’s glare anticipated his next words. “Don’t even think about it.”
Fang Cheng spread his hands innocently. “I didn’t say anything!”
“You’d sell it first chance you got.”
“How crude! I’d never taint sacred artifacts with money!”
“Then what?”
“Plunge my toilet.”