Cross-Server Chat and the Military's Shock

"Mimi! Calm down! Let me try again!" Wang Keke said urgently, focusing all her mental energy to attempt a clearer, more stable transmission of intent. She abandoned complex explanations, choosing instead to grasp the core demands of the other party.

A gentle yet firm wave of intent was directed toward Mao Mao: "Food! Shiny things! Can give! But no more stealing!"

Simple, direct, and straight to the point.

Mao Mao, who was just about to launch a second mental shock, froze mid-action. Its rubbing fingers stopped, and it tilted its head, a flicker of confusion and... interest flashing through those bright, intelligent eyes.

"Squeak? (Translation: Really?)" A skeptical wave of intent was transmitted back.

There's a chance! Wang Keke felt a surge of joy and struck while the iron was hot: "Really! Lots of food! Lots of shiny things! But it requires... peace! Exchange!"

She struggled to convey the concepts of "trade" and "cooperation" rather than one-sided "tribute" or "robbery."

Mao Mao scratched its head (fortunately not scratching the red underwear), seemingly trying hard to understand this new proposal. It looked back at King Gigi on the tree branch. King Gigi still had its arms crossed, but its head tilted slightly, as if listening to the "diplomatic negotiations" below.

"Gurgle... squeak-squeak... (Translation: How to exchange? What do you want?)" Mao Mao transmitted back, carrying a hint of wariness. In its understanding, "Long-legged Hairless Monkeys" were always cunning; it had to ask clearly.

Wang Keke was stunned; she had only been thinking about calming the situation and hadn't considered what to exchange. She subconsciously looked at Lin Mo.

Exchange? What can you exchange with a bunch of monkeys? Bananas? I don't even like that stuff! Lin Mo was also confused, but he reacted quickly. He immediately pointed his claw at Mao Mao, then at King Gigi, made a "very strong" gesture, and finally pointed toward the depths of the forest.

Wang Keke understood instantly and tried to transmit the intent: "You... strong! Help us... fight bad monsters! We give food! Shiny things!"

She tried to express the concept of mercenaries or allies.

This proposal clearly exceeded Mao Mao's daily cognitive range. It was stunned, unable to react for a long time. King Gigi on the branch, however, seemed to have caught the keywords "strong" and "fight bad monsters," and a look of... smugness actually appeared on its arrogant face? It even puffed out its chest slightly, letting that little broken crown reflect a tiny, insignificant bit of light in the sun.

No way? This King Gigi actually falls for this? It loses its mind just from being praised a couple of times?

Mao Mao seemed to have received some silent instruction from King Gigi. It turned its head toward Wang Keke, its mental intent becoming clearer, but also more... self-righteous:

"Squeak-ga! Gurgle! (Translation: Help you fight? Can do! But the payment must be negotiated first!)"

"Squeak-squeak! Chatter-chatter! (Translation: Every day! Must have the freshest fruit! The sweetest candy!)"

"Awoo! (Translation: Also! The Monkey King's new crown! Must be bright! Must shine! Must be a hundred times brighter than this broken thing now!)"

"Hiss-ha! (Translation: And my new headscarf... uh, I mean new battle robe! Must be red too! But bigger! And smoother!)"

As Wang Keke received this string of intent mixed with specific demands and inexplicable pride, the corners of her mouth twitched as she translated it for the others in the vehicle.

The members of the Wind-Breaking Squad looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to, their expressions extremely colorful. Aunt Zhang helplessly covered her forehead. Zhao Gang, hearing the translation through the communicator, was also left between laughter and tears in the command vehicle.

Supply fruit and candy every day? And custom-make a crown and... bigger, smoother red underwear?! What kind of unequal treaty is this?! I came here to hunt, not to run a zoo snack bar and a tailor shop!

However, just as this absurd "cross-server chat" was struggling to proceed, Outpost 04 and the human military high command watching the event from further back were already in an uproar.

At the Outpost 04 command center, Zhao Gang and a group of staff officers stared dumbfounded at the real-time footage from the front lines and the "negotiation transcript" relayed by Wang Keke.

"Re... report! Miss Wang Keke seems to be conducting... effective mental communication with the target monkey troop!" a soldier in charge of communications reported, stuttering; even he felt like a madman saying it.

"They... they are haggling? Over fruit, candy... and the size of a pair of red underwear?" A senior staff officer pushed up his glasses, which had slid to the tip of his nose, feeling that his decades-long military career had been challenged like never before.

Zhao Gang's mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time, until he finally slapped his thigh and cursed: "My dear mother! This actually works?! Negotiating with a monster?! And using mental intent to talk about a procurement contract?!"

In the higher-level command center, the generals and think-tank members watching this scene through encrypted lines had an even more intense reaction.

"Unbelievable! It really is mental communication! That little girl from the Wang Family, and that Winged Tiger, they can actually interact with mutant beasts?!"

"This... this is simply a triple subversion of biology, sociology, and military science!"

"Quick! Record all dialogue... no, all mental exchange content! Not a single word, no, not a single thought can be missed!"

"If this is not an isolated case, if this communication mode can be replicated... my god, our strategy toward monsters will undergo a fundamental change!"

"From pure confrontation to possible... limited cooperation and utilization?"

"Immediately establish a special research group! Analyze every detail of this 'contact'! Evaluate its strategic value!"

The military high command was in an uproar. A mission that was originally seen as just a powerful clearing operation had its significance instantly elevated to a strategic level. The possibilities represented by the ability to communicate with high-intelligence mutant beasts made everyone in the know feel their heart rates accelerate.

They watched the screen as the young girl tried hard to "discuss" crown styles and daily candy supply quotas with a monkey wearing red underwear. The scene was as absurd as a farce, but not a single person in the know could find a trace of a smile on their faces, only incomparable solemnity and excitement.

The world is truly about to change... and the key to this change seems to be held by a little girl and a... particularly gluttonous tiger?

Up ahead, at the edge of the forest.

Wang Keke was still struggling to "negotiate" with Mao Mao:

"The daily supply is too much... can it be weekly?"

"The crown can be customized, but it takes time..."

"The battle robe... uh, headscarf, red is no problem, but what do you mean by bigger and smoother... silk?"

Lin Mo lay by the sunroof, watching this unbelievable scene, and let out a huge yawn.

Sigh, boring. I thought we could fight and stretch my muscles. It turned into Keke's business negotiation internship. Whatever, it's fine to solve it peacefully, saves me from damaging my armor... Speaking of which, what does Beast General Rank monkey meat actually taste like? Tsk, probably won't get a chance to taste it.

He flicked his tail and began to think about his next "serious" hunting target. After all, arguing with monkeys was nowhere near as practical as devouring a Beast General. This unexpected "diplomatic" incident caused a massive stir in the military, but for the Tiger King Lin Mo, it was just a noisy little interlude on his patrol hunt.