The Amazing Mr. Fox

As night deepens, the dark blue sky envelops the city, and neon lights gradually illuminate the night.

The nightlife for adults is just beginning to awaken.

Yu Fuli drove to the entrance of the most bustling bar in the vicinity.

The valet skillfully took the keys, tossed them lightly, and strode confidently inside.

He was wearing a dark shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a clear collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and he exuded a lazy yet flamboyant aura.

Seeing its host's appearance so different from usual, even bordering on flamboyant, the system fell into a brief silence.

This……

Is it really its seemingly obedient and innocent host who recites the core socialist values ​​every day, focuses on preparing for the civil service exam?

If Yu Fuli could read the system's thoughts at this moment, she would probably blink and respond confidently:

Character settings can be changed, yay!

Ahem, okay, to be honest, it's mainly because he's a fox spirit.

Like many classic impressions, they love beauty, excitement, and enjoyment—it's in their blood.

As for his previous act of pretending to be a positive, law-abiding citizen focused on passing the civil service exam...

It was purely out of necessity.

After becoming a spirit and entering human society, he realized that no matter what he wanted to do, he first needed money.

But fairies don't have the ability to conjure up money like in TV dramas.

If such a thing existed, it would probably have been "invited" to become a human money-printing machine long ago.

What's even more heartbreaking is that he doesn't even have a legal ID card.

Without legal status or formal education, the door to legitimate jobs remained firmly shut for him.

When he was at his wit's end, a fellow villager fortunately pointed him in the right direction.

With his pure white fur, he successfully passed the interview and became a white fox in the Arctic fox exhibit at the city zoo.

Its main job every day is to lie on the artificial snow-covered mountain, receiving the attention and exclamations of tourists, in exchange for the small fish and chicken breasts that the keepers feed it regularly.

They can manage to make ends meet, though.

The problem is that he is a spirit with his own thoughts and has gained sentience. He can't pretend to be stupid for long and perform a feast of raw meat every day.

Not to mention, he's not a real Arctic fox; lying on the snow all day, it's really cold.

One day, while he was sunbathing on the artificial hill, he overheard tourists chatting, saying, "Passing the civil service exam is like getting a secure job; the government will take care of you for life."

Yu Fuli's ears twitched, and his mind instantly became active.

So he decisively resigned and plunged into the ranks of those preparing for the exam.

And then—

He was bound to the system and ended up here.

Wiping away a tear of bitterness, Yu Fuli resolutely ran towards the bustling entertainment venue.

beauty!

He's here!

Inside the bar, the air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the music was blasting loudly, almost deafening.

Men and women were wildly twisting their waists and hips on the dance floor. The brightly dressed women mingled with the men, laughing and joking, teasing those who couldn't control themselves with flirtatious language.

It's nothing short of a chaotic mess of demons.

Yu Fuli's eyes lit up, and her heart beat faster.

That's more like it!

The bright lights and bustling activity were exactly the paradise he had been longing for!

However, he was politely stopped by a waiter as soon as he reached the bar entrance.

The other person was dressed in a crisp uniform, but wore a white rabbit mask that covered their entire face, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes.

"Good evening, sir. Excuse me for disturbing you, but there's a special masquerade-themed night tonight, and masks are required for entry."

A bunny girl, also wearing a rabbit mask and a playful short skirt, stepped forward at the right moment, her tray filled with various exquisite half-face masks.

Yu Fuli's gaze swept across the area, landing precisely on one of the fiery red fox masks.

He smirked, picked it up, and neatly put it on his face.

The mask fit him perfectly, revealing only his beautifully shaped jawline and his eyes, which were now brimming with laughter.

"Is it alright now?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice coming through the mask, carrying a lazy, upturned smile, as if it had a hook.

The waiter and the bunny girl both froze, their cheeks flushing instantly, and even their prepared responses faltered: "Y-Of course! Please come in, sir, and have a good time!"

Yu Fuli chuckled softly, her fingertips brushing the edge of the mask as she nimbly disappeared into the hazy, shimmering world behind the door.

……

In stark contrast to the deafening music and dancing crowds downstairs, the private rooms on the second floor were enveloped in an atmosphere of extravagance and decadence.

The lighting was dim and ambiguous, mixed with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and some kind of sweet incense.

Men and women intertwined their bodies, whispering and laughing close together. In the shadows of the corner, one could even glimpse several half-naked bodies writhing and intertwining, accompanied by suppressed gasps and moans.

A man with a menacing scar on his face and a fierce aura leaned alone against the glass railing overlooking the dance floor, silently smoking. The crimson cigarette butt flickered in the dim light, reflecting the hard lines of half his face.

"Boss," a henchman approached with a fawning smile, gesturing behind him, "a few new guys arrived, pretty good-looking, how about... you take a look?"

The scarred man lazily glanced sideways, his gaze like a cold blade, sweeping over the group of scantily clad, meticulously made-up young men and women behind his underlings, whose nervous trembling was barely concealed.

He curled his lips into a disdainful smile and scoffed:

"This kind of stuff was delivered to me?"

A single, casual remark caused the young men and women to instantly turn pale, their bodies trembling like leaves in the autumn wind, too afraid to even lift their heads.

The younger brother scratched his head. In his eyes, these newcomers were already quite beautiful. If the boss didn't even like them, did he really want to find a celestial being?

"Then...should I have the manager send in another batch?"

"No need." The scarred man took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the grayish-white smoke.

His gaze didn't look away; instead, it was fixed firmly on the direction of the bar counter next to the dance floor downstairs, as if he had locked onto his prey.

The younger brother followed his gaze.

On the first floor, next to the brightly lit bar, a man wearing a fiery red fox mask was standing in the bartender's position.

He was relaxed, yet his fingers were incredibly nimble.

The shaker danced in his hands, tracing clean and graceful arcs, the sound of ice cubes colliding crisp and clear, almost audible even through the noisy music.

The movements are dazzling yet not exaggerated, carrying a graceful and serene beauty.

The mask covered most of his face, revealing only his finely shaped jawline and a pair of rosy lips with a slight upturn at the corners.

The red hue was particularly striking under the dim lights, and the slender fingers that occasionally brushed against the rim of the glass seemed to possess an inexplicable allure.

He was just standing there, casually mixing drinks, when a group of people had unknowingly gathered around him.

Men and women alike were drawn to him like a magnet, their gazes fixed upon him.

With a deft flick of his wrist, he steadily pushed the exquisite liquid in the glass toward the guest, lightly touching the rim of the glass with his fingertip, and then almost imperceptibly brushing it across his lower lip.

The movement was as casual as a gust of wind, yet it carried a certain direct, almost ambiguous, implication.

"Fuck..." The scarred man stubbed out his cigarette against the railing, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a low, hoarse sigh, "That was fucking awesome."

Even the underling, who was usually only interested in women, felt his mouth go dry and subconsciously swallowed. The heat rising from the bottom of his heart made his voice a little tight: "Boss, I... I'll go and invite that Mr. Fox up right away!"