The survivors who were queuing had fear on their faces, huddled their bodies and trembled, and no one dared to speak.

Watching the farce, the kitten seemed very excited and did parkour on Fang Ming's body.

With a light jump, the girl jumped onto his shoulder and asked curiously,

"What are you thinking about?"

Fang Ming shared his thoughts, "The customs in this foreign country are different from ours. They seem more... radical."

"Does this mean something bad?" asked the kitten.

"I don't know." Fang Ming spread his hands. "Maybe they are just two different management styles. At least ours will be more gentle."

When Fang Ming was in the safe zone, they obviously would not treat the survivors so roughly. It was difficult to say who was right or wrong, and it was not what he cared about.

The kitten didn't care either. It just liked to watch the fun and had more curious questions:

"What is a great tit?"

"Uh..." Fang Ming looked at the kitten's adorable eyes, "Maybe it's a bird?"

The kitten scratched his head, "Then why is that old lady so excited?"

"She was just a poor victim."

The kitten licked his lips, "Who is hurting her?"

"This question is a bit complicated. The desires that grow under corruption will always make people do things that violate the order. This is very common in the end times when everyone is in danger... The older sister who lives with Chen Yuan is also such a person."

"Sounds like a bad guy."

"Don't waste bad women."

Fang Ming exuded terrible values, which made Xiaomao dizzy and finally gave up the question.

The old lady's body was dragged away by the guards. Looking at her miserable and ugly appearance, Fang Ming felt that foreign aesthetics might have a lot to do with him. He also wanted to add some treasures to his manor.

The snow-white cat rubbed his neck, "Meow~ Man! I want to take a look inside~"

Kittens who act like spoiled brats have the best luck.

The mysterious power dissipated, and Fang Ming walked into the examination room holding the kitten.

There was a table with a registration form on it. An old man with a hooked nose, wearing a dirty robe, was drumming on the wooden table with his skinny knuckles.

The survivor standing in front of the table was a young girl with pigtails, not very old, with freckles all over her face. She was not pretty, but she was much better than the yellow-faced old lady.

The girl had just heard the old lady's curses before she died, and she knew what might happen to her. She nervously grasped the corners of her clothes with both hands.

Fang Ming also pulled up a chair and sat down to watch the fun, covering the kitten's eyes considerately as it meowed in protest.

As things turned out to be beyond their expectations, the hook-nosed inspector asked the girl about her background and identity in a routine manner, then waved his hand and asked her to leave.

"Eh? No... take off your clothes for inspection?"

"Who do you think I am?" The inspector looked disdainful. "There are special nurses in the back to examine you. Who wants to see your two pieces of flesh? Get lost."

The girl blushed and ran out in shame.

Fang Ming let go of the kitten and looked at it with a self-blaming expression. "Stereotypes are deadly. I think the old lady just now must have a mental illness. That's why this upright prosecutor didn't approve her."

"I don't understand, meow, so this ugly old man is a good person!"

At this time, a dirty little boy walked in with his head lowered, looking fearful and uneasy.

The prosecutor, who had an indifferent face, sat up straight in an instant, revealing a weird smile. The wrinkles on his face became more obvious with his smile, and his hooked nose looked particularly wretched.

"Little cutie, let me see your little flower, otherwise..."

The snow-white kitten tilted its head and looked at the man, "What is a little flower?"

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