511 Help Me ? (1/2)

”Dust Ball! Dust Ball! Save me! The other cats are bullying me!”

With tears streaking down his cheeks, Matcha raced forward. However, he was immediately intercepted by a few muscular black cats after taking just one step.

All these black cats were almost bald from all the scars adorning their bodies. Pinning down Matcha with their glare, Matcha felt as if they were gonna kill him.

One of the black cats shouted, ”Hey kid, where are you from?”

Another black cat retorted with a curl of its lips, ”This is the black cats' territory. No cats of color are allowed in!”

Suddenly, Matcha was alerted to this peculiar situation. Actually, the seemingly peaceful playground was split between different cat groups. Each group was vying for another's territory as they seek to expand theirs.

”Kid, get lost already. We black cats do not welcome cats of color.”

One of the more muscular cats reached its arm forward and shoved Matcha to the corner of the playground.

Immediately, Matcha felt as if his vision was blanketed by darkness as a shadow loomed over him. This was none other than Chic Bro.

Chic Bro was not happy. His huge stature towered over Matcha with a snarl stretched across his face. Also, his black pupils had already conscripted into vertical thin slits, fixing his death glare straight on Matcha.

”Kid, it seems like you still don't want to submit to my rule and is trying to find help.” At the same time, Chic Bro was brandishing his razor-sharp claws which he waved in Matcha's face.

Matcha could only stare in Dust Ball's direction and screamed frantically, ”Dust Ball! It's me! Save me!”

Dust Ball was currently suntanning on a grass patch with a group of black cats surrounding her. All of them seemed rather happy playing with the kitty towers and see-saws.

Hearing Matcha's desperate cry for help, Dust Ball simply rolled over to another side and stuffed her finger into her ears.

With all hopes lost, Matcha collapsed to the ground with his body pointed towards Chic Bro, ”Bro, it's my fault.”

”So you finally admit your mistake? A pity that it's all too late.” Chic Bro scoffed, ”From now on, I'll teach you why flowers are all naturally red.”

”Watch out for my Caesar claws!” Chic Bro threw his paw in the air with five rays of light reflected off of it as it came slamming down on Matcha.

Just before his claws made contact, a strong yet invisible force slammed against Chic Bro's belly which sent him flying off as he crashed against a wall.

Matcha could only watch in disbelief as this unbelievable scene happened. Suddenly, Zhao Yao's familiar voice rang in his ears, ”R*tard, what are you waiting for?”

Matcha was overwhelmed with emotions as he screamed, ”Dad! Dad, you came to my rescue?”

Actually, Zhao Yao was simply levitating in the air above the playground with deflective field wrapped around him. With Roly Poly resting on his head, he was completely invisible to the naked eye.

Zhao Yao was disheartened by Matcha's performance, ”This stupid cat. Was he defeated by these group of lousy cats … I've truly wasted my points on him.”

Meanwhile, Matcha's laughter swept across the playground as he ran towards the fallen Chic Bro, ”You stupid cat, do you finally understand the gravity of your mistake?”

A level seven deflective field had an effective radius of 35 meters. Hence, he could still help Matcha despite floating at a height of 20 meters.

With deflective field enveloping his entire body, Matcha began to launch a barrage of kicks and punches on Chic Bro.

Bam! One kick landed straight on Chic Bro's waist as he groaned in defeat. This time, he didn't even bother to get back up.

Matcha pointed at Chic Bro's three subordinates and sneered, ”Do you see this? This is what happens when you go up against me, Matcha!”