Chapter 564: Chapter 309: Warden Song Yin—In the End, It’s Hard to Escape a Cup of Wine (Part 2)

"So, Expert Bai Mo, you can understand why the Secret Brain Association stopped him from contacting you, right?"

Professor Zhang laughed.

"You’re a scientist at the Spark Level, but you absolutely mustn’t get entangled with such perverse thinking.

"A person’s soul and morality, these are boundaries that are very blurry.

"It’s not just you; all of us should have less contact with such unhinged individuals."

Bai Mo ate the spicy double-pepper beef rice, pondering slightly in his heart.

Unhinged individuals with no boundaries?

A genius whose soul and moral boundaries are blurry?

Bai Mo instead believed that a true genius can see clearly into their soul and define their own morality.

He thought of the prison at the North Suburb Base again.

For some reason, after getting to know Song Yin, he instead felt that the prison might actually become safer!

...

The wind howled, and the night was deep.

Inside the dormitory hall at Fox Mountain.

Bai Mo sat at the bedhead, clutching his laptop with eyes bright!

He dragged the mouse, examining the data recorded in the experimental fields during the day.

Yes!

The mold carving technology of Fox Mountain, accomplished!

The high-precision seeder, accomplished!

The large-scale experimental fields, accomplished!

At this moment, looking at the rows and columns of data on the computer screen, Bai Mo’s mouth curved into a smile, growing happier the more he looked.

As he looked, many puzzles and confusions in his heart were easily resolved.

"Some problems I still can’t understand... but it doesn’t matter, I just need to wait for the seeds in the experimental fields to develop and observe them."

As he watched, thought, and learned, before long he had scrolled to the bottom of the table.

"Oh, that’s all there is."

After finishing, he instinctively looked up, wanting to see what his disciples were doing.

He saw the disciples chirping noisily, flocking to the edge of the dormitory hall to mix drinks at the liquor cabinet.

"Oh, right, that liquor cabinet was also fixed."

Bai Mo looked down, about to check some literature again, when suddenly a disciple, carrying a mixed drink, rushed towards the master!

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

Huh?

More and more disciples, carrying mixed drinks, rushed towards the master!

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

"Howl howl howl!"

Before long, there was a large group of foxes, layer after layer, holding various strange solid-liquid mixtures, completely surrounding the master.

Bai Mo furrowed his brow, pulling at his lips, his eyes momentarily frozen.

"This..."

Swish...

One by one, the wine glasses were proffered to the master!

Eyes full of anticipation!

They had long hoped for the liquor cabinet to be fixed so they could mix drinks for the master!

With a quick turn of thought, Bai Mo spoke.

"Ah, ha ha, well, although the drink is good, we shouldn’t overindulge!

"How about the master randomly picks one to drink?"

Seeing the disciples widen their eyes, mouths open with disappointment, Bai Mo quickly added.

"From now on, I’ll pick a different one each day!"

The disciples beamed with joy again!

They immediately felt the master made sense!

With so many brothers on Fox Mountain, one cup a day, surely one day the master will pick theirs!

Bai Mo awkwardly laughed, scanning the drinks mixed by his disciples, spotting the familiar fennel trio, familiar lemon pickled mustard milk foam drink, and various colorful mixtures, looking for a while, he saw a plain-colored one!

"Snow Mountain Peak, today I’ll drink yours!"

Snow Mountain Peak was instantly delighted, under the envious gazes of the brothers, offered the master the drink he had mixed.

This drink was milky white, at least the color was relatively simple.

But as soon as he held it, Bai Mo sensed something amiss...

Milk flavor, alcohol flavor, scallion ginger flavor? Fermented bean flavor? Pepper flavor?

Snow Mountain Peak leapt onto the bed, chirping and gesturing.

"Chirp chirp chirp, howl howl howl howl!"

Paws formed a cup, mimicking a sipping motion... shallow feelings, a little lick!

"Howl howl howl, chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

The Fox Claw formed a cup in mid-air, raised it, and drank it all in one gulp... Deep feelings, one gulp!

Bai Mo was even more shocked, even more speechless!

Who the hell had taught his fox disciples this nonsense culture?!

Surrounding the bed three layers inside and three layers outside, the disciples raised their cups, preparing to drink it all in one gulp with their mentor!

Deep feelings, one gulp! This was what their mentor taught them two years ago during the Spring Festival, when the first batch of wine brewed at Fox Mountain was ready!

Bai Mo held this cup of strange-smelling milky-white liquid from Snow Mountain Peak, could only sigh... If he didn’t drink, it would be rude!

"Everyone, bottoms up!"

He instinctively controlled his nasal cavity, tilted his head, and was about to gulp down the whole cup.

Unexpectedly, after swallowing the strange-tasting liquor soup, there were two swollen balls and a big piece of ginger stuck outside his throat!

With a face full of pain, he quickly chewed a couple of times to feel the deadly texture and taste before swallowing.

Within this opaque liquor, lurks an assassin!

Glug glug...

Glug glug...

Each of the foxes drank their specially concocted cocktail.

Raising their necks, almost every one was squinting happily, eating and drinking!

The Snow Mountain Peak wine was for their mentor, they couldn’t drink it themselves, but they leaned against their mentor’s shoulder, immensely happy!

"Ying ying ying?"

Does the mentor feel this wine is particularly delicious?

"Ow ow ow!"

It’s the balls!

They added their favorite deep-fried radish balls!

Bai Mo tried to smile broadly, to mask the distortion of his expression.

"Hahaha, good, really... unforgettable! Delicious!"

He recalled chatting with Professor Zhang about the boundaries of soul and morality, a problem perhaps without an answer. But at this moment he was infinitely sure, that the concept of "wine" had indeed broadened by his disciples!

He instinctively looked towards the heap of disciples, finding those who loved miso and stinky tofu, silently noted them, as having suffered the ball assassin once was enough, next time really shouldn’t suffer the stinky tofu assassin!

...

After eating and drinking enough, a group of foxes burped from the wine, each holding a sobering golden osmanthus soy milk, squeezed beside their mentor, piled into a huge Fox Mountain, together with their mentor watched the floating picture in mid-air, watching the live broadcast.

They wanted to see Little Volcano Military Factory!

Having now mastered high-precision casting technology, they must use it extensively!

After discussion, the foxes retrieved from memory the Little Volcano Military Factory, decided to go see it, learn something useful.

"What useful things could there be?"

"That was a place for making bullets, but our bullets don’t need casting."

Bai Mo was buried in the heap of disciples, holding four disciples in his arms, with two on his shoulders, and one lying on his head, adjusting the Fire Toad’s angle and focus, showing the disciples what they wanted, the Little Volcano Military Factory.

The picture slowly zoomed from West Ridge Mountain Range, gradually flashing the former Little Volcano.

"Eh?"

The mentor and disciples of Fox Mountain were all surprised.

They saw this Little Volcano had dramatically changed its appearance!

From the mountain top to the waist to the foot, densely packed laboratories, dormitories, and factories were built.

The volcano lake on the top was drawn to low water level by thick pipelines.

Many factories belched black smoke, many factories discharged cooling water, busily in production.

The foxes were quite happy, each wide-eyed, searching for useful objects within the picture.

"Have they expanded their scale? Did the product line also expand?"

But even so, what good things could there possibly be?

Bai Mo adjusted the Fire Toad’s angle, continuing observation, focusing the view on laboratory after laboratory, workshop after workshop.

"Oh, their main business is still processing special metal tools, and performing fine rune array map carving on them.

"Besides bullets, there are now cold weapons and specialized firearms, all produced here."

Bai Mo continued adjusting the view, found the largest office.

Sitting in there, surprisingly, was an old acquaintance, Tie Shiba!

"Such a person of opportunism, remained at Little Volcano?"

Moreover, he had already taken off the suit, wearing a dirty canvas work uniform, sitting behind the desk, reading design drawings.

Bai Mo took a glimpse.

"In this office, design blueprints, and various molds, were quite plentiful.

"Do you want to see this?"

The foxes nodded eagerly.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ow ow ow!"

Bai Mo smiled, then let them watch.

Whether there were useful things didn’t matter... Although in truth, he knew it was probably difficult. But as long as the disciples wanted to see, as long as the disciples were happy.

Thinking thus, he picked up a stone slab beside the bed, began reading.