Fist of God, There's Company!
Éditeur: Sparrow Translations
Zhao Yao reached out to block Roly Poly's phone.
"Look at the state they're in. It's not nice to take their photos now," he told the fat cat.
He then turned to Dust Ball.
"We'll keep them in the belly. C'mon, open up."
The authorities were bound to be butthurt about the loss of the cats. If they found out that Zhao Yao took them, there would be hell to pay.
The extradimensional belly was the best place to keep them from prying eyes.
Dust Ball, however, did not seem pleased with this arrangement.
"More cats?" she glared at Zhao Yao, "Don't you think the house is overcrowded now? Why are you bringing more of these randos home? I will not let you use my belly for cat hoarding."
Zhao Yao did not bother explaining. He reached into his back pocket and produced a bag of catmint, which he promptly threw in Dust Ball's face.
"Open up," he repeated.