Chapter 61: What Cats Always Steal

Gwen, standing beside, was also stunned.

The black cat, its mask removed, revealed a stunning visage that made her breath hitch.

With emerald-green eyes deep and profound, and a sculpted face beneath silver locks.

Even as a woman herself, Gwen had to admit, this was the type of woman that would undoubtedly attract the pursuit of men.

The black cat's mask being removed initially left her speechless.

But once she processed it, anger filled her chest instantly.

How dare this scoundrel?!

She swung her palm, intending to give this scoundrel a solid slap.

But with her body feeling weak, her swinging palm was feeble and powerless.

"Snap!" Her arm was caught by Peter in a snap.

"Your claws aren't very sharp, Miss Black Cat," Peter remarked upon seeing her face.

Seeing the other's appearance, Peter was also slightly surprised.

Grabbing the black cat's arm, he whispered, "Or perhaps, you're unwilling to be detoxified?"

"Then there's no need to unveil my mask," the black cat said indignantly.

If she hadn't felt so weak, she would have surely scratched this despicable scoundrel's face until it bled.

"You don't need to conceal your identity, Miss Hardy," Matt, leaning against the wall, interjected.

His voice was raspy, as if filled with gravel and syrup.

Peter's recent barrage of attacks had severely damaged his body.

He wanted to laugh but stopped as the pain halted him after just a couple of chuckles.

"After all, I've known about your Hardy lineage all along, even in your defeat."

Despite being utterly defeated, he still maintained his so-called dignity.

"You gold lapdog!"

The black cat, clutching her chest, glared at Matt with hatred. "I'll kill you!"

"Cough, cough."

Matt coughed, exerting all his strength to straighten his crumpled suit.

His open suit revealed a red shirt with words written on it - "I'm not Goldhand."

"Goldhand? Me?"

He pointed at the words on his shirt. "You've got the word wrong, Miss Hardy. I'm just a blind justice seeker, I can't even dress properly."

Ignoring his clever words, the black cat turned her gaze to Peter.

The next second, Peter shoved a vial containing the antidote into her mouth.

The black cat's eyes widened in astonishment as her mouth puffed up.

Feeling the changes in her body, her angry emotions gradually subsided.

Staring at Peter, she quickly reached out to try to tear off Peter's mask.

But the moment her fingers touched the black mask, she felt a chill.

The mask on his face was tightly fitted, without any seams.

It seemed to be part of his face rather than a worn mask.

Moving her fingers away from Peter's face, the sensation she felt between her fingers, which made her tremble, disappeared.

"You!"

Shock filled her pupils.

What kind of monster was this guy?!

"Why did you stop?"

Peter looked at the stunned black cat, pretending to be puzzled. "Because you're right, my claws aren't very sharp right now."

The black cat's emotions returned to normal, and she smiled at Peter.

"Have you not heard a saying? Curiosity killed the cat."

Peter stood up, ready to detoxify Gwen.

Feeling some strength returning to her body, the black cat took a deep breath and stood up.

Then her arm reached towards Peter again.

Thinking she would repeat her previous actions, Peter ignored her movement.

However, this time, the black cat's arm movement was just a feint.

The next second, her lips neared the exoskeletal mask covering Peter's face.

Then her lips lightly touched it.

"I believe in another saying: Cats never lose, they always steal something."

Saying this, as agile as a cat, the black cat stretched her body and flipped onto the windowsill. After smiling at Peter, she leaped out.

Caught off guard by the "ambush," Peter was momentarily stunned.

Then, instinctively, he glanced at Gwen.

Gwen hadn't expected the black cat to pull off such a slick move. She felt embarrassed and looked away.

Strange! Why did she suddenly feel like she lost something?!

After Gwen took the antidote and quickly rushed to the hospital for her father's condition, leaving the room empty, only Peter and Matt remained.

Matt breathed heavily, leaning against the wall, gazing at Peter.

"I don't understand."

He asked Peter, "You and them... you're clearly not the same kind of people, why?"

Peter looked down at him, "What kind of person should I be?"

"We both understand what evil is and aren't bound by so-called rules."

Matt exhaled, his mouth filled with blood foam, making speaking increasingly difficult.

"Though my eyes cannot see, I can feel the lingering malice, the ill intentions around you. They call me a devil, but you, you are something even more terrifying than a devil."

Hearing him say this, Peter frowned slightly.

This guy might be blind, but sometimes he sees more than regular people.

"Cough, cough."

Before he could finish his words, he coughed again.

Peter stared at him for a moment, then his tail extended the tail spike that had pierced Frank's throat last time.

The tail spike, effortlessly piercing through any existence, "whooshed" in front of Matt's eyes.

The tip of the tail spike was only a few centimeters away from his pupils.

Matt seemed to sense something, but his eyes didn't blink.

The silent atmosphere lasted for more than ten seconds before Peter slowly retracted the tail spike.

For someone like him, being alive sometimes is more valuable than being dead.

"Are you working for Goldhand?"

Matt exhaled, "If that's how you see it, then yes."

"These ninjas are all part of the Hand, right?"

Peter asked him again before he could answer.

Without waiting for his response, Peter walked to the glass cabinet in his office.

Stepping on broken glass shards, he retrieved a file from the overturned cabinet and skimmed through the text on it.

"Since you have a close relationship with the Hand, then, tell me everything you know, especially about the 'Beast'."

Matt's expression was surprised when he heard Peter mention the "Beast."

"Do you know about this?" he asked.

He hadn't expected this dangerous guy in front of him to know about the Hand's "Beast."

Casually placing the file on the cabinet, Peter asked him, "What? Reluctant to betray your master? I can end your life at any time, no matter where you hide. Is loyalty more important than your own life?"

"No! You misunderstand. In fact, my loyalty is not often fixed, it's just..."

He struggled to breathe as he spoke to Peter, "What you get from me will open a Pandora's box. It's... it's neither good nor bad, but it's destined to be a source."