My Cat Has Superpower?!
Chapter 267 - 266: Rebellion?

Chapter 267: Chapter 266: Rebellion?

She stepped aside to let Li Mengling through into the room.

Li Mengling smiled politely at Xiong Kang and walked in.

Approaching Lu Zixun, she asked, "Mr. Cat, where did you go just now? I couldn’t find you when I came over."

Lu Zixun, of course, wasn’t going to tell Li Mengling about his meeting with Chen Luoyang.

Turning around, he looked up at Li Mengling, "Just went out for a spin. What’s up?"

"Hmm, have you forgotten what Beef Steak said yesterday? Today, he’s taking us to play at the Four Seasons Water Park, Lemon and I have already called, we’re just waiting for you."

"Huh?"

Lu Zixun, caught off guard, recalled what Ming Yang had said and realized there was indeed such an arrangement.

Honestly, Lu Zixun didn’t really want to go because he wasn’t that fond of those amusement activities.

But it would have been a bummer not to show up, as it wasn’t often they met face-to-face.

Standing up from the sofa, Lu Zixun stretched lazily and said, "Alright, let’s go."

After telling Lin Siyin, Lu Zixun, a man and his cat, headed out of the hotel.

Ming Yang, who had already rented a car, was now parked by the roadside with the window down, slouched listlessly in the seat,

looking utterly drained.

Seeing this, Lu Zixun raised an eyebrow at Ming Yang’s appearance, which suggested he too hadn’t slept well.

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Li Mengling had already climbed into the car and asked Ming Yang, "Where’s Lemon? Why isn’t he here?"

"Lemon thought we were too slow, so he went ahead to buy the tickets," Ming Yang said resignedly. His gaze shifted to Lu Zixun, with a somewhat relieved expression, "Mr. Cat, what do you feel like eating? It’s already this late; we might as well have a meal before taking our time to head there."

Today, Ming Yang seemed quite cheerful speaking with him, as if he had figured something out.

Lu Zixun, puzzled, raised an eyebrow.

When Lu Zixun seemed distracted, Ming Yang raised his hand, waved it in front of Lu Zixun’s eyes, and tentatively called, "Mr. Cat?"

"Huh?"

Lu Zixun, snapping back to reality, refocused his pupils, "Let’s eat sashimi. Not sure if you guys are used to it."

"What’s there to be unaccustomed to? Let’s go, let’s go."

Urging with a smile, Li Mengling buckled her seatbelt, "Beef Steak, which company’s CEO are you really, you seem so free every day?"

"Free?"

Ming Yang, turning his head at her words, twitched at the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "You haven’t seen my work WeChat account. It’s blowing up with messages. If nothing goes wrong, I’ll have to stay up working again tonight."

"I think staying up all night is bad for your health," said Lu Zixun, his brow furrowed, shaking his head with a smile, "I suggest you pull an all-nighter."

"Just keep showing off," Ming Yang responded, giving Lu Zixun a look and peering ahead at the road, tilting his head back slightly, "Hey, I saw that there’s an esports competition being held in Lingchuan City, for the game we play. Wanna give it a shot?"

"..."

Staring at Ming Yang through the rear-view mirror, Li Mengling’s face lined with dismay, "What would we do there, let a bunch of people watch how bad we are? Besides, those kinds of events are usually offline. Wouldn’t it cause chaos if Mr. Cat showed his face?"

"What’s wrong with being a noob? Noobs can have dreams too—what if I just happen to have good luck?"

Retorting with a question, Ming Yang furrowed his brow, "As for Mr. Cat, that’s an easy fix. Our team will just play online and avoid offline events."

"If that’s the case..."

A contemplative glint passed through her eyes, Li Mengling seemed eager to try, "I think it’s worth a shot, especially since we don’t know what the competition will be like."

"And Mr. Cat?"

Looking at Lu Zixun deep in thought through the rearview mirror, Ming Yang asked with a smile.

"I’m all okay with it, as long as it’s online. But if we’re going to compete, shouldn’t we practice a bit these next few days?"

Lu Zixun raised his head to look at Ming Yang, "After all, based on our skills, Beef Steak, you’re definitely the worst one, dude. Don’t go out there and just feed."

"Wait, what? I’m the worst?"

Hearing this, Ming Yang immediately became defensive, "How am I the worst? I’m a freakin’ super carry, and you’re calling me noob?"

"Yeah, yeah, you’re not a noob; you’re the strongest, sure."

Disdain flashed in Lu Zixun’s eyes as he replied with a patronizing tone.

At that moment, Ming Ju, with his left hand bandaged, was holding a telescope in his right.

His gaze, deep and unfathomable, followed the increasingly distant black figure, his expression growing darker and darker.

It wasn’t until the sedan disappeared from view that Ming Ju fiercely slammed the telescope to the ground, his eyes sinister as he pulled out a phone, "Why hasn’t Ming Yang made his move yet?"

The message had barely been sent when he received a reply.

"Lord Ming Yang says it is not yet the time. We mustn’t startle the snake by hitting the grass."

Upon reading this message, Ming Ju angrily threw his phone as well, thinking it not yet the time, then when would be the right time.

Ming Yang hadn’t taken advantage of the opportunity to act against the isolated Lu Zixun—what was he thinking!

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ming Ju’s mind, and he muttered to himself, "Betrayal?"

Taking a deep breath, Ming Ju took out another phone from the drawer and dialed a number composed entirely of asterisks.

After a long wait, the call was finally answered, but not a sound came from the receiver.

"Ming Yang might have betrayed the Deceit God Temple."

Ming Ju spoke the sentence calmly, his eyes cold as ice, "To be alone with a target for assassination and yet not take action, I believe there’s a high likelihood of his betrayal."

"Mhm."

A deep, aged voice acknowledged before hanging up the call.

Ming Ju looked down at his left hand; the injury would heal by the next day at most, and then...

With a cold laugh, Ming Ju turned back into his room.

Ming Ju’s room was dark, emanating an unintentional aura of coldness and oppression.

Drawing the curtains back, he could see an empty frame on the nightstand in the spartan room.

A jovial Ming Ju was captured in the photo, alongside the pitch-black face of Ye Ye.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Ming Yang picked up the frame, a trace of sorrow flitting across his eyes as he let out a deep sigh, looking utterly dejected.

"Ye Ye, your family’s cat is damned hard to find. Haven’t found it yet, and already an imposter has shown up."

Through the glass of the frame, Ming Yang’s thumb gently caressed the image of Ye Ye, "But don’t worry, any cat impersonating your family, they all have to die. That’s a promise I made to you."

After sitting in the room and staring at the photo for a while, Ming Ju placed the frame back, his eyes shifting from confusion to clarity.

Taking out his phone, he dialed a number, "It’s me; I need a Soul-devouring Grass."