"Alright Fat Cat, I have to go out for a bit, can you help me tidy up the tea table!"

After checking his messages, Ansheng jumped down from the table and prepared to head out to Phoenix City District.

"Oh..."

Fat Cat, who was watching a movie, responded, but suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly got up from the yoga mat to chase after Master Fuli:

"Master Fuli, please give me authorization!"

Fat Cat pulled out a hundred bucks from the drawer by the door and tossed it to the exhausted Jellyfish Lady, pointing towards the tea table.

The Jellyfish Lady was momentarily stunned, her face filled with surprise as she raised her earned tip.

"Authorization?"

Ansheng, who was already upstairs, looked puzzled as he glanced at the chasing Fat Cat and asked, "What kind of authorization do you need?"

"Territory management authorization!" Fat Cat said while following Master Fuli:

"Sister Leopard mentioned that I should take care of those hillbillies running out of the mountain so they don't ruin the students' homework and the Spirit Particle Plants in the test fields. Though they're not particularly valuable, they're still Spirit Plants..."

"Without your authorization, I won't have any credibility in front of those hillbillies."

The wild Spirit Beasts coming from Qinling, though unlikely to charge into the classroom buildings, might occasionally steal some students' experimental field work.

To protect the students' coursework, Leopard Head specifically reminded Fat Cat to keep those gluttons in check.

If a student fails a class because of this, and the professor goes to make a fuss at the Security Bureau, Fat Cat might end up hanging on a tree until the student passes the retake.

When it comes to Spirit Plants, Spirit Beasts are very cunning and capable of anything.

With dozens of Spirit Beasts surrounding, they could say, "Master Fuli hasn't spoken yet, why are you, this smelly cat, trying to take charge."

At that time, Fat Cat would truly be speechless.

"...Dude, you're a bear, the Qinling panda that once fiercely battled antelopes in the forest."

Ansheng sternly looked at Fat Cat and said.

"Isn't it better to resolve issues without violence? Anyway... I'm just a cat," Fat Cat said, grinning broadly and scratching his head.

Of course, fighting is an option, but if anything gets damaged, it's his ears that would be pulled.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you the authorization. From now on, Xinxing Agricultural Science College's territory is under your management."

Ansheng shook his head and walked briskly towards Lin Bingyun, who had come to pick him up.

"Where's Lin Ying? Why haven't I seen her?"

Standing beside the business car, Ansheng glanced at Lin Bingyun, who was holding the door, and greeted Lin Shu, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"The young lady is overseeing your gift..." Lin Bingyun said smilingly to Master Fuli.

"...Overseeing?"

Ansheng was taken aback, not quite understanding what the steward meant by the word "oversee".

But as he approached the commercial street, Ansheng understood the meaning behind Lin Bingyun's words.

In front of the Phoenix City District gates, on the left of the commercial street, parking lot barriers were being installed. The doors of the previously closed shops were all open, with a large truck parked inside.

Lin Ying stood at the entrance, her face calm, saying something to the foreigners beside her.

"Ying?"

Ansheng called out to Lin Ying, looking puzzled at the busy foreigners, "Lin Ying, what are you... what's going on? Why are there so many foreigners?"

"Yingning" sounded as Lin Ying quickly turned around to look at the business car.

"We're building a garage for you, or rather a specialized 'P Room,' a professional racing tuning and maintenance garage..."

Lin Ying waved her hand, dismissing the waiting staff around her, stood alone, picked up Master Fuli from the car, and looked towards the commercial street with a smile.

"They're a professional team of technicians, and they're equipped with rescue towing vehicles to provide road and mechanical support services to Master Fuli in the future."

Lin Ying elaborated the future commercial street plan to Master Fuli.

Here, it will be a racing-level garage for mechanical repair, modification, cleaning, maintenance, and storage, and even if Master Fuli's rice cooker breaks, it can be repaired.

"Is it really necessary to be so extravagant?" Ansheng expressed his amazement at Lin Ying, "I only have three cars over here, and it's sufficient to take them to a 4S shop for maintenance."

"Now it's five vehicles, plus an aerial bike."

Lin Ying, smiling, carried Master Fuli towards the commercial street entrance, raised her hand, signaling the truck driver to unload the two vehicles in the cargo box.

Under Master Fuli's watch, the black steel beast revealed itself from the container.

A pickup truck, bigger than an ordinary raptor, with a roof-mounted row of searchlights, front bumper steel guard, was untied and pushed down.

The other vehicle inside was also a pickup truck, similar in appearance to the raptor, but more flamboyant and taller than a regular raptor, with the same steel crash beam, in black with two stripes, showcasing a tough style.

"Master Fuli, your weapons are getting heavier, and the transportation difficulty is increasing..."

Lin Ying conveyed to the bewildered Master Fuli:

"The performance of the previous pickup truck gradually couldn't keep up with the load and speed demands, so I ordered two high-performance pickup trucks for you some time ago."

"This Dodge Bighorn is suitable for urban chases, directly rolling over opponent's car roofs, while that Raptor R is for mountain off-road racing, maxing out on durability."

The two vehicles gifted to Master Fuli by Lin Ying underwent deep reinforcement modifications, and their power reaches around 1600 horsepower, meeting the needs for everyday pursuit tasks.

1600 horsepower is not the limit for the technicians, but rather the tire limit. The current horsepower figure is derived from multiple rounds of testing to ensure full blast does not result in slipping or unwanted blowouts.

Speed, load, durability—these three cannot coexist in a single vehicle.

Yet, Master Fuli excels in all three, and this is no black magic.

Just that after violent driving, the engine needs dismantling for maintenance and retuning.

After 20,000 kilometers, the engine might as well be scrapped.

The ultimate financial ability brings about ultimate performance; without running a car repair shop at home, one simply can't handle it.

This is why Lin Ying not only gave Master Fuli two cars but also a car repair shop.

"Is it really that hardcore?"

Ansheng, full of questions, looked at the pickup trucks with ordinary exhaust pipes replaced by heavy truck vertical exhausts.

"With such extensive modifications, won't it need to run on 98 daily? Thirty liters at a start with one foot down?"

"Regarding refueling, the technicians will handle it; you just need to press the gas pedal hard."

Lin Ying picked up Master Fuli, placed him on the driver's seat, adjusted his seat, then sat in the passenger seat herself, preemptively injecting herself with a Spirit Particle Potion to begin spiritualization.

"Master Fuli! Shall we go for a test drive?"

"Test drive... this car doesn't even have a temporary plate."

"You're permanently banned from driving, no license, what's the point of worrying about temporary plates?"

"Why do you know my lines?"

Master Fuli chuckled, standing upright, using his tail to stomp on the gas pedal.

The entire Dodge Bighorn's rear end suddenly lowered, the front rising high as it made a sharp 'meow meow' turbo intake sound and darted forward.

"Truly lively..."

Lin Bingyun watched as Master Fuli along with Miss Lin Ying drove out to cruise, chuckled lightly and turned around, only to see Momo standing at the district entrance, questioning her.

Lin Bingyun was stunned, looking at Momo on the e-bike:

"Miss Moyi... Aren't you in class?"

"Yes! But I came back to sign for a package..." Momo pointed at the soaring Bighorn, then at the garage under renovation, forming a question mark.

"Fuli racing..."

"Is this reasonable? Especially Dodge Bighorn and Ford Raptor..."