Just as he suspected, the group was hiding in the slums, and they were all-powerful there, with even some thugs and gangsters afraid of them.
Fang Rong was invisible now and couldn't express his opinion, so he patted Fang Hua's fluffy head.
Meow~
Although they didn't know what they were saying, the group quickly ran away.
Fang Hua was quite pleased with himself, standing upright on his front paws in a half-squat position, his tail straight out, the tip gently swaying from side to side.
Do you think of yourself as a dog?
Fang Rong patted his neck and whispered in his ear, "You can go now."
"Meow~" Fang Hua stood up and slowly wiggled his butt as he left.
The boy they had just rescued ran over and followed timidly behind them.
No bodyguards are needed.
Fang Hua yelled at him.
However, his current form was too weak, so the boy paused for a moment and then continued to follow.
Fang Rong called to Fang Hua, "Run faster."
Fang Hua leaped onto a trash can by the wall, then nimbly jumped over the wall using the trash cans of varying heights and disappeared from sight.
The boy got anxious for a moment, circled around a few times, and then walked away.
As soon as he left, a person and a cat emerged from the corner.
"Does this child still want to repay a debt of gratitude?"
There are at least five hundred, if not a thousand, children like this in the slums. It would be a lie to say we don't sympathize with them, but they are struggling to survive right now. Any extra sympathy would only harm ourselves and others.
Fang Hua is with him now, and if he makes a wrong decision, Fang Hua will lose her life. He can't be willful.
Actually, after doing tasks every day for the past few months and seeing so much life and death, I've become somewhat numb. So what if you're pitiful? It's just that you didn't work hard enough. If you strive to improve yourself, the whole world will make way for you.
Fang Rong rode Fang Hua to a lake. The water here was too close to the garbage dump and was affected by it. The water quality was so bad that it was undrinkable and poisonous. Naturally, the fish in it were also poisonous.
People won't die immediately from drinking this water, but long-term consumption will weaken various organs and eventually lead to death.
Strange, how did these fish survive?
Fang Rong jumped down, stood by the water, and after careful observation, took out a fruit-carving knife. The knife was originally quite small in his hand, but now it was taller than him, making it a bit difficult to lift.
Perhaps the air underwater is not good, because some fish will float to the surface and expose half of their bodies.
Fang Rong raised the knife and suddenly threw it out. The knife sank, then floated up again after a while, slowly drifting towards them. A fish was still stuck in the knife.
His superpower worked, accurately and silently dragging the fish back and placing it on the shore.
Fang Rong lifted it up and carried it on her shoulder. Every now and then, she felt a weight on her back. Fang Hua, the glutton, couldn't resist taking a bite.
However, the fish wasn't quite dead yet, and it kept twitching, which scared him so much that he didn't dare to open his mouth.
"You dare to eat something poisonous?" Aren't cats supposed to have a very sensitive sense of smell? If it's poisonous, why couldn't Fang Hua smell it?
Is Fang Hua immune to all poisons? Did he think he would be fine after eating it, which is why he couldn't resist taking a bite?
He can't communicate with Fang Hua now. No matter what he says, Fang Hua just meows once, sometimes twice. Not understanding cat language, Fang Rong is in a dilemma and doesn't know how to respond.
Fortunately, Fang Hua could understand him, and he mostly spoke while Fang Hua listened.
"Is this poisonous?" Fang Rong brandished the knife. "Nod if it's poisonous, shake your head if it's not."
Fang Hua shook his head and meowed.
Does this mean it's no longer poisonous?
But it's clearly poisonous, otherwise all these slum dwellers would have been caught long ago, why would they be waiting to arrest them?
There will be no hunger if there is fish to eat.
Fang Rong found a corner and cleaned the fish's internal organs. Because he was still small, this was a particularly hard job, and he also had to endure the fishy smell that could make a person faint.
I never thought fish was this fishy before, but now I just can't stand it.
Fang Rong sighed, set up a wooden frame, placed a few pieces of wood underneath, used a knife holder to support the fish, and hung it on the frame to roast.
Fang Hua couldn't wait any longer. He would walk around the fish from time to time, scratching at pebbles with his claws and rolling around trying to be cute, but all of this was useless.
Fang Rong was afraid it was poisonous, so she roasted it for a very long time. Unlike before, when she would let him eat it once one side was cooked, now she would roast it until both sides were charred before finally being able to feed him a small bite.
This really annoyed the guy, and he yelled at him in protest.
Its power was too weak and was ignored by Fang Rong.
He broke off a small piece of fish, but just as he was about to eat it, Fang Hua knocked it away.
Fang Rong was a little confused, but he thought Fang Hua was just throwing a tantrum, so he smiled and broke off another piece, only to have it knocked away by Fang Hua.
This is illogical. Although Fang Hua is willful, he cherishes food the most. After all, he is a foodie and would never do something so wasteful.
Is there something wrong with this fish?
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