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Making trouble is our specialty!
That very night, Yang Zhen, along with his sneaky, wretched cat, left halfway up White Cloud Mountain and made his way toward the Nine Dragons region at the foot of the mountain.
The wretched cat kept observing its surroundings in every direction, looking every bit the thief, which seemed so strange to Yang Zhen that he couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"
"Kid, when we go out to make trouble, it's best to keep it from Lu Chenghui and the others," the wretched cat said. "Their strength is just too weak. If they were to go with us, they wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder. If they found out, it would only add to their worries."
Hearing this, Yang Zhen glanced at the wretched cat and said, "I've already told you, I'm a professional when it comes to making trouble. Since we sneaked out, how could they possibly find out?"
Lighting up at these words, the wretched cat asked curiously, "What did you do?"