My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome

Chapter 118: Chapter 117: Spaced Out Again…

How to stay focused…

Shao Zifeng lay on the bed, holding a smartphone motionless. The dim light from the phone illuminated his face, revealing that his eyes were blank, his pupils devoid of focus.

The phone screen displayed the Baidu search bar, with the cursor blinking behind a few characters.

He had zoned out again!

A moment later, Shao Zifeng snapped back to reality and saw the phone that had somehow slid down onto his chest. He listlessly curled his lips in disdain.

Picking up the phone, he deleted the text in the search bar and tossed it beside the pillow.

How many times had he zoned out today…

The first time!

The fifth time!

Or the tenth time!

He couldn’t even remember himself, pulling the blanket over his head with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

When the hell would this end?

Ever since he realized that he was being influenced by an illusory attribute of skill or talent, Shao Zifeng enthusiastically searched for publicly known Illusion talents.

But as he read more relevant information, he gradually noticed that the frequency of his distractions was increasing.

The more he tried to concentrate, the more frequently he got distracted. What the hell was this?

He had wanted to ask Baidu how to prevent zoning out, but damn it, he started to zone out before he even finished typing.

Under the blanket, Shao Zifeng’s head rested on his arms, his pupils dilating again, signaling another imminent distraction.

“Ding.”

A notification sound from the phone snapped Shao Zifeng out of his impending trance.

It was lucky that the alert came at just the right moment; otherwise, even if someone called out to him with a megaphone during his distractions, he wouldn’t respond.

Picking up the phone, Shao Zifeng saw that it was a message from Luo Feng. This invigorated him; he could ask Luo Feng if he knew about this ability.

Luo Feng: Don’t go to the underground platform in Dragon City.

Reading the message, Shao Zifeng was slightly stunned; he hadn’t expected a cautionary message. It seemed they must have received some news.

With this thought, Shao Zifeng relaxed quite a bit, assuming that since the authorities had been informed, they would dispatch someone soon to deal with it.

Shao Zifeng: I’ve already been there.

Luo Feng: …

Luo Feng: You’re still alive?

Shao Zifeng: I… died a horrible death, all because of you. You screwed me over…

Luo Feng: … Stop joking, I’m serious (adjusts glasses).

Shao Zifeng imagined the look on Luo Feng’s face when he saw the message, which must have been priceless. Yet, too much jesting was no fun, so his expression turned serious, and he rapidly tapped on the screen.

Luo Zifeng: I did go indeed, but… um, the atmosphere there made me very uncomfortable, so I didn’t enter.

Luo Feng: Good.

Shao Zifeng: ?

Luo Feng: I have a mission for you… well, it’s a semi-official request.

Just as Shao Zifeng was about to reply, he found typing continuously troublesome and decisively switched to voice call.

[Inviting Luo Feng to a voice call…]

…

[The other party has declined your call request!]

…

Shao Zifeng: Pick up, is typing not tedious for you? It’s making my eyes blur.

Luo Feng: … I’m not in a position to talk, and there’s not much time. Just remember, Dragon City is quite dangerous at the moment. If possible, I hope you can stay at the department store for the next three days and turn away anyone or any mutant creatures attempting to enter the fifth floor. When you face stubborn resistance, regardless of life or death, I… Chen Zhenglong will cover for you if anything goes wrong.

Reading the meaning of this message, Shao Zifeng felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

What does this mean, they’re not sending anyone, huh?

He felt somewhat dissatisfied.

Shao Zifeng: Couldn’t you just have sent someone over directly, why go through all this trouble?

Luo Feng seemed to be stumped by the question, remaining silent for a long time, and just when Shao Zifeng’s eyes were about to glaze over, Luo Feng finally sent another message.

Luo Feng: I’m currently… in a very distant place, but I just asked Chen Zhenglong, and he says that the situation in Su City is quite complicated now. The Abnormal Administration Bureau and the management department are both facing personnel shifts and reorganizations, and some with ulterior motives are starting to stir. There are still loose ends that need to be tied up. Chen Zhenglong said he needs three days. After three days, he will personally come to resolve the troubles in Dragon City County.

Luo Feng: Any other questions?

Shao Zifeng: Yes… What exactly is inside there?

Luo Feng: Inside there is… forget it, you’ll find out later. But remember, you must never enter the elevator space. My time is up, I’m signing off now.

…

In the rugged and steep mountains of the Southwest Border Plateau, a series of military-green camps sprouted up from the ground.

Clad in a neat military uniform, Luo Feng added Shao Zifeng to the blacklist, casually locked the phone in the storage cabinet, a smug smile on his lips.

“Kid, I bet it stings to be left hanging in the middle of a conversation, huh?”

Adjusting his newly switched gold-rimmed narrow glasses, Luo Feng put on his helmet, ready to go out for a patrol.

Lately, the Indians had somehow gained some unwarranted confidence and were getting restless.

At that moment, a young soldier with the ruddy complexion of high altitudes ran over and saluted Luo Feng respectfully: “Reporting to the Major, the Indian soldiers have come for a stealth raid.”

“This isn’t the first time, you could have used the time you spent reporting to me to give them a couple of kicks,” Luo Feng chided with dissatisfaction, glancing at the young soldier: “If you want to go, just go. I’ll wait until you guys are done before going to negotiate.”

The young soldier’s eyes lit up. He saluted, turned, and ran off. The soldiers guarding the border were all young and hot-blooded lads, each with a strong punch.

Luo Feng casually straightened his uniform and poured himself a cup of tea.

As the highest-ranking officer here, he couldn’t arrive too early, otherwise, the soldiers wouldn’t get their fill of the fight, but he also couldn’t be too late, otherwise, it wouldn’t be good to wrap things up.

Luo Feng estimated the time, guessing the fight wasn’t over yet.

He leisurely carried his thermos cup to the camp entrance, admiring the pristine snow peaks in the distance, blowing on the floating tea leaves, and taking a sip of the scalding hot tea.

Life was good.

“Reporting to the Major.”

At that time, the young soldier with the highland blush on his face returned looking dejected.

Luo Feng, surprised by his expression, wondered if they had lost. That was impossible! He had only been gone a short while; since when did the Indians become so formidable?

“What’s up, did the Indians thrash you?” Luo Feng teased, thinking it would be a good lesson for his men if they had indeed lost, to keep their egos in check.

The young soldier said with a touch of regret: “By the time I got there, the Indians had already been chased away.”

“Oh,” Luo Feng nodded contentedly upon hearing this, realizing he might not even need to bother with negotiations.

With this thought, Luo Feng indulged in another sip of his hot tea.

Life was good.

“However…” the young soldier sneaked a glance at Luo Feng, sipping his tea, and cautiously added: “The colonel leading them got killed by us.”

“Pfft!” Luo Feng spat out his tea in disbelief, staring at the soldier in front of him: “Dead… How many are dead?”

The young soldier scratched his head sheepishly: “I didn’t really pay attention, but the Indians they were too busy running away to care about their comrades, and the rest got killed. Roughly… more than twenty?”

“Did you guys summon your beasts?” Luo Feng asked again?

The young soldier quickly shook his head: “Not using the beasts first is a rule, and we do not break the rules.”

Luo Feng looked at the young soldier, about the same age as Shao Zifeng, and smiled wryly: “Ah, so much for peace and quiet… damn it!”

…

With his phone in hand,

Shao Zifeng was somewhat dumbfounded.

Leaving a conversation halfway, are you trying to give me the silent treatment?

Gripped by a mild case of OCD, Shao Zifeng couldn’t stand it and continued to send messages to Luo Feng, planning to bombard him with dozens of texts.

[Sorry, your message has been rejected!]

Shao Zifeng’s face turned completely dark!

The bastard! He even blacklisted me!