177 The Poop Cleaner and the Disconnected ? (1/2)

Zhao Yao's avatar crouched behind the door, biding his time. The moment an opponent entered the room, he unleashed a fury of bullets that hit the unwitting enemy, whom would crumple to the ground.

Zhao Yao did not finish him off immediately. He switched on his mic and asked, ”Hey asshole, do you still like chasing me now?”

”Hey, bro, chill out. I'm sorry, okay? Let me go, please,” the opponent responded.

”Sure, as long as you call me daddy,” Zhao Yao chuckled.

”Oh, go to hell.”

That prompted Zhao Yao to pull the trigger and kill him.

Rice Cake, who had been observing the entire exchange unblinkingly, was bursting with excitement because she could hear the pain in the enemy's words.

As Zhao Yao snooped through the dead opponent's weapons and items, a rapid succession of bullets pierced his body. He fell to the floor and tried climbing away.

”You think you can get away with killing my teammate, boy?” his attacker taunted.

”Bro, chill. We're on the same side,” Zhao Yao said, echoing his victim's words.

”There's no ”we”. Call me God and I might spare you.”

”F**k you. Why don't you kill me if you have the balls to do so.”

This resulted in a terribly violent end for Zhao Yao's character. He was beaten to death with bare fists.

”C'mon, guys! Get your asses here and kill this son of a bitch. I need revenge!” Zhao Yao yelled into the microphone.

His angry outburst brought a smile to Rice Cake's face.

”This is it,” she said, ”This is how I make the humans suffer. I turn them against each other.”

Her eyes were transfixed on the screen, thoughts running through her head.

”This is most interesting. I shall observe your ugly nature, humans, and use it as part of your downfall,” she thought.

She spent the rest of the day studying each and every round of PlayerUnknown's Battleground Zhao Yao played. Every time he killed an opponent or mocked them, she felt a perverse surge of happiness.

But when she saw Zhao Yao getting killed, well, she felt nothing short of unadulterated joy.

While she watched the screen, the rest of the supercats were watching her.

”What the heck? She's been in Zhao Yao's arms for far too long! Even I don't stick to him like that!” Matcha said bitterly.

He turned to Roly Poly. ”What do you think, Roly P?”

The fat cat was sprawled across a table, drooling and fast asleep. Being kept up all night by Rice Cake's snoring took a toll on him.

”Trash,” Matcha muttered, turning to Elizabeth and Dust Ball instead, ”What do you guys think?”

Elizabeth blinked a few times before letting out a yawn. She did not sleep well either.

She did not have the mental and emotional capacity to think about Rice Cake. She just wanted to know when Zhao Yao will finally let her know the new wifi password. Everything else was secondary.

”I should be able to connect to the cafe's wifi still,” she pondered, ”It's just about finding the right time to try it…”

Dust Ball did not care about what Matcha said either. All she could think about as she lay on a table was catmint.

”I've cleaned up the toilets, Zhao Yao. When can I get the new batch?” she asked him telepathically.

Zhao Yao cracked a smile as he continued his match.

”Dusty Girl,” he started, ”As long as you clean up after them every day, I'll give you a bag of high-quality catmint every day in return. What say you?”

”Every day?! That wasn't the deal! You lied! You're not trustworthy!” Dust Ball cried.

Zhao Yao chuckled darkly.