At noon, the night is quiet.

The misty mist obscured the bright moon, and the stars in the sky were unable to penetrate the thick fog that shrouded London. On the dark and damp streets, an orange figure shuttled through the darkness, its plump body as graceful and light as a bird, slowly turning away from the devil.

Passing by the witcher who was watching the surroundings, he boldly jumped off the roof and swung his body through the open window of the kitchen.

The demon hunter who had opened his magic eyes did not notice the orange cat's figure, because it was lurking in the darkness like a quagmire, moving silently through the night.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the grocery store, Ma Wei, who had just fallen asleep, felt something heavy pressing down on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe and unable to move.

After struggling in his sleep for a while, Ma Wei suddenly escaped from the dream, opened his eyes, and met the eyes of a fat orange lying on his chest with its paws curled up.

"you..."

"I?"

"busy?"

"Something's wrong."

Fat Orange let Ma Wei pick it up and put it aside. He yawned and said, "There is news coming back from there on Friday."

"Friday...it seems to be responsible for inquiring about news from the palace, right?"

"Yes, Friday said that Lord IV went to 9 Downing Street this morning, and then went to the Covent Royal Opera House tonight, and then Guy Moran from the Poker Club sent someone to Windsor

The town sent a message to Mr. Butler..."

"Rhodes IV went to find James Morea." Ma Wei nodded and sighed: "His sudden contact with James Morea is definitely not a good sign. If nothing else, he is probably going to attack Fu.

Leia took action... By the way, isn't there a cat watching over No. 9 Downing Street?"

"There are no cats inside No. 9 Downing Street because they don't keep pets. I only arranged cats to monitor the outside. Unfortunately, the soundproofing of the Prime Minister's official residence is so good that it is difficult to eavesdrop."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Cat Legion can play a great role, but they are not omnipotent.

"I know Freya's identity, so I didn't wake you up in a hurry. Instead of worrying about her, it would be better to worry about Mr. Butler." Fat Orange said: "Rhodes IV is really a ruthless person. Freya and him

The relationship is so close, and others say they are just like father and daughter, but what happened? It’s really chilling.”

"Rhodes IV is a person who is extremely indifferent to emotions. Rather than being ruthless, it is more like coldness or indifference to life."

"He is more like a devil than a devil." Fat Orange twitched his beard, as if he was sneering: "What are you going to do next? Do you want to remind Freya?"

"Remind her what to do...According to the rules of the Doomsday Party, the killer will definitely contact Freya in advance. Only if Freya refuses their request will it progress to the step of assassination."

Ma Wei grabbed the cup on the bedside and took a sip of cold water: "The Doomsday Party and the ancient god forces... let them go dog-eat-dog!"

"Well, then I'm leaving."

After delivering the message, Fat Orange stood up, shook his hair, and jumped out of bed to leave. Suddenly, a pair of hands picked him up by his waist and threw him on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Fat Orange looked at Ma Wei who suddenly took action, and took a step back: "You don't have any special hobbies like Jacob Valentine..."

"If I had a special hobby, I would have attacked you long ago. Why wait until now?"

Fat Orange thought the same thing and felt relieved: "Then why are you stopping me?"

"You are my cat after all. You are out in the wild all day long. Can't you stay with me for a night occasionally?"

"I am a cat with a cat personality..."

Fat Orange said calmly: "If you like the submissive type, you should go to Xiao Hei. I'm not that kind of coquettish bitch..."

"speak English."

“10 gold pounds a night.”

“You’re still short of money to open such a big fishing company?”

"That's all the money from the Cat Legion. My daily salary is the same as other cats, which is three small dried fish, half a catty of minced meat and a can."

"Then what do you want the money for?"

"Not enough to eat..."

"What?"

"It's okay! Are you going to give it or not?" Fat Orange said with a straight face: "If you don't give it, I'll leave!"
Chapter completed!