447 The Transporter ? (1/2)
A few minutes later, Scorpion returned to Red Packet's cell with a few other muscle blokes by his side. They intended to transfer Red Packet and Lightning to a separate location.
After all, the Pallas's cat king's raid only meant that the base's location had been exposed. Now that the Pallas's cat king was captured, the one remaining task was to transport the remaining cats to the auction site. With Pebble overseeing the security throughout the conveyance, it was the best time to transport Red Packet as well.
However, Red Packet was headed for a different destination. It wasn't moving towards the auction site but Faceless's house.
Ultimately, this cat was too precious for the organization. Hence, Red Packet would stay by Faceless's side while the adolescent apostles provided 24/7 protection.
However, Scorpion's jaw went slack the moment he set foot into the cell. The charred Lightning simply lay motionlessly against the ground.
”What the hell just happened?” Terror overtook his face as he drew closer to Lightning. Upon closer inspection, his brows immediately snapped together, ”There's no chance he'll survive given the scale of the injury combined with the severity of the burnt. Sandstorm, ask him what just happened. How could a supercat thrown behind bars sustain such grave injuries?”
Sweat beaded Sandstorm's forehead. Before he even responded, Red Packet had already interrupted, ”Just tell him that the Pallas's cat king attacked him. Also, I no longer require his companionship since he is just minutes from his death. Just let him die here.”
Sandstorm could not decipher Red Packet's intentions: was he truly cold-blooded or was he simply feigning it? However, there was no way that the idiot could have survived the attack. Even his own mother would have problems recognizing him.
Hence, Sandstorm acquiesced with Red Packet's words and conveyed the instructions to Scorpion. Consequently, a group of men came over to transport Red Packet, leaving Lightning to die on his own.
However, just minutes after their departure, the same crackling sound began to erupt from Lightning's skin. This time around, more of the charred skin came off, exposing a large layer of pink skin underneath.
Onboard the SUV, Red Packet was secretly praying for his companion, ”By leaving Lightning here, there's a chance that Zhao Yao would come over and save him. Maybe, there might even be a chance of him escaping on his own. Then, he will be able to contact Zhao Yao and the rest.”
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After Mao Gang had left for a few hours, the supercat tour group finally found themselves at their destination.
With a smug look spread across his face, Matcha sat comfortably on Sphynx Cat's back with a collar hanging by his lips. He set his sight on the ruins left behind and asked, ”Have we finally arrived? Sphynx Cat, you are really too slow. How can you possibly earn the boss's trust with your lackluster attitude?” Then, Matcha continued with a cocksure shrug of his shoulders.
Sphynx Cat cocked his head to the side while sliding Matcha a condescending glare, ”If you're so good, why don't you lead us instead? This place is swarming with sand. Furthermore, it has been eons since their capture. If not for me, all of you would never have found this place!”
”I'm exhausted!” Elizabeth collapsed to the floor with her limbs paralyzed with pain. With her face glistening with sweat, she exclaimed, ”Rest! I need my rest! It feels as if my entire body is burning!”
Roly Poly too had succumbed to the physical exhaustion, ”Master Matcha, please allow everyone to take a break. The journey here is simply too strenuous on our tiny legs.”
”Hmph, a bunch of good for nothing.” Matcha scoffed, ”Red Packet and Lightning have been abducted by others. Their predicament is precarious! Every second wasted might mean the difference between life and death! Hence, we have no time to waste at all! Everyone, get on your feet! Right now!”
Uncle Egg reasoned, ”Matcha, everyone has reached their physical limits. We are on the brink of exhaustion. If we attack now, our opponents could easily capture us instead. Isn't that right, Ares?”
Sensing the spotlight shining on him, Ares replied as he struggled to catch his breath, ”Meow … Meow … Meowhahaha … actually … meowhaha … I … meowhahaha …”
Catherine asked, ”Ares, are you tired? You can simply let us down and take a good rest.”
Caesar could not understand all these complaints as he asked curiously, ”Are you guys really that tired? I'm perfectly fine!” Then, he began to jump around and muttered, ”I didn't expect myself to be so strong.”
Hearing Cathine and Caesar's words, Ares was immediately thrown into a state of disbelief as he stared cluelessly at Caesar, ”When was he ever this strong?”
However, his words betrayed his true feelings as he replied, ”Meow … it's nothing … meow … I'm as fit as a bull … meowhahaha … I can charge in anytime!”