Chapter 166 The Sudden Appearance of a White-Haired, Blue-Eyed Persian Cat

Chapter 166: The Suddenly Appearing White-Furred, Blue-Eyed Persian Cat

"Desert Rose Wu Xiuli: Where are you? Emergency!

The Fox and Weasel Immortals from the Secretary-General's side have brought the White Guard with them!!"

"Blaze Shen Que: Almost there."

"Desert Rose Wu Xiuli: Trouble's brewing!! The Fox and Weasel Immortals are taking Wu Yue to the guard!

Wait, no, I see..."

"Blaze Shen Que: What do you see?"

"Blaze Shen Que: Wu Xiuli??"

Under the gaze of the Fox and Weasel Immortals, Wu Xiuli obediently pulled out her communicator as proof:

"Venerable Immortals, I wasn't making false reports."

The Fox Immortal smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Captain Wu is a smart one."

Wu Xiuli nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I am. I’ve been clever since I was a kid."

The Weasel Immortal said, "Take your people and leave now. From now on, stay away from Wu Yue.

Duke Lilia's affairs will be handled for you."

Wu Xiuli made an "OK" gesture. "Rest assured, Venerable Immortals, my lips are sealed.

Even if my brother Wu Chong were to kick the bucket right now, I wouldn't dream of calling Wu Yue to the Wu clan for the funeral."

The two immortals chuckled and waved their hands again. In an instant, Wu Xiuli and her group were already a football field away.

Watching the scenery shift around them, the Desert Rose members got goosebumps.

A Ni, "I’ve long heard that the Alliance’s Secretary-General is unfathomable, with five immortals by his side who never lift a finger."

Xiya patted her chest. "They could squash ten of me like bugs."

Xiao Huai, "For the Secretary-General to have such powerful immortals at his beck and call—what extraordinary ability does he possess?"

Wu Xiuli lowered her gaze.

"Rather, why would a Secretary-General, capable of making all five immortals serve him, bend over backwards to protect Wu Yue?"

She looked at the group.

"Compared to the entire Alliance, the strength of a single team is insignificant. What happened today dies with you—no leaks."

"Yes, ma'am!"

...

No matter how hard he tried, Shen Que couldn’t get through to Wu Xiuli. Duke Lilia, the Fox and Weasel Immortals, the Secretariat, the White Guard—any one of them was top brass in the Alliance.

Wu Yue had just exhausted her mental energy in the World Boss battle and was running on empty in a short time.

Given her nature of never wanting to be a burden, she would undoubtedly go down swinging.

Then it hit Shen Que—the squad badge. With his captain's clearance, he had the authority to pull up each squad member's GPS.

Shen Que had just taken out his communicator and opened Wu Yue's current location.

"Beep beep"

The blinking red dot was right in front of him; just around the corner—he was about to run straight into her.

Shen Que hesitated, too late to stop himself.

"Crash and clatter" was the sound of wine bottles hitting the ground and shattering. Shen Que looked down in surprise, seeing Wu Yue knocked to the ground by him.

Playing the role of Prince Squire, Shen Que hesitated—should he offer a hand or not?

The moment Wu Yue's gaze landed on him, Shen Que stiffened, immediately adjusting his expression to his usual cold, detached "Prince Squire" mask he wore in public.

He shot a quick glance at Wu Yue, his voice icy. "Are you alright?"

Wu Yue hadn't expected to run into Prince Squire here. Her gaze turned razor-sharp with suspicion.

She recalled the noblewoman by Duke Lilia's side boasting that she was a potential bride for Prince Squire—said in a way that made Prince Squire’s superiority obvious.

She had just struck Duke Lilia, and now Prince Squire appeared in a hurry, heading toward Nightshade District.

Probably rushing to console his future bride after the fight.

Wu Yue took a deep breath, forcing herself to act clueless.

Lowering her gaze to the shattered bottles, her eyes flickered with regret. She shook her head. "I'm fine."

Getting to her feet, Wu Yue stepped past Shen Que, walking toward the city outskirts.

In the broken glass’s reflection on the ground, Shen Que watched Wu Yue's retreating figure. Blood on the bottle—maybe she’d cut her palm in the fall.

Or maybe,

she’d been hurt in that fight earlier.

Shen Que glanced at his own clothes, remembering the mix of tension, suspicion, and outright disgust in Wu Yue’s stare when she saw him. He clenched his jaw and let out a slow breath.

....

Wu Yue carefully observed the movements within World City—no signs of a lockdown—business as usual.

She headed toward the skycraft hangar, ready to head back to base.

"Meow~"

Wu Yue paused in confusion.

"Meow~"

She turned and saw, not far away, a fluffy white Persian with bright green eyes.

Its long, silky fur, chubby cheeks, a wide muzzle, and a nose that looked like it’d been booped by a shoe—clearly a spoiled house cat, living the good life.

"Meow~"

Another cute, high-pitched meow. The cat ambled leisurely toward Wu Yue, its white fur swaying slightly with each step, a lone tuft of fur sticking up like an antenna.

When it reached Wu Yue's feet, the cat lifted its head high, looking up at her.

"Meow~"

It raised its pink paw, reaching out to hook onto Wu Yue's pant leg.

Wu Yue looked down as the cat slowly approached, then crouched down to meet its gaze.

In the cat's beautiful, aurora-green gemstone eyes, she saw herself reflected.

"You don't look like any stray. Did you get separated from your owner?"

The cat tilted its head and pushed into Wu Yue's palm.

Wu Yue opened her hand, the half-healed wound stinging sharply.

She stared at the injury in surprise—she hadn't noticed it earlier in all the excitement.

It must have happened when she'd pressed the blade to Lilia's throat; the sharp edge had cut her too.

Moving her hand sent another wave of pain.

The cat's aurora-like eyes suddenly locked onto Wu Yue's wound.

Wu Yue smiled helplessly. "My hand's all bloody. I can't pet you—it'll get your pretty fur all messy. Go on home now. If you're lost, your owner will surely wor—"

Before she could finish, the cat suddenly shoved its whole fuzzy head into her palm.

The warm, fuzzy sensation had Wu Yue automatically stroking the cat's head.

"Meow~"

Watching the cat absentmindedly winding its tail around her leg and rub against her, Wu Yue narrowed her eyes.

Taking advantage, she moved lightning-fast, grabbing the kitten by the scruff of its neck.

The sensitive grip sent a jolt through the cat, leaving it frozen stiff.

Then, it began thrashing violently.

Wu Yue kept it pinned easily with one hand, peeking to see if it was a boy or girl.

The moment Wu Yue looked, the struggling stopped abruptly, the cat going completely limp.

Wu Yue patted its little rear.

"With that cutesy little meow of yours, I thought you were a soft, delicate girl. Turns out you're a boy. Shouldn't go wrapping yourself around people's legs so shamelessly."

The cat hung its head low, steam practically rising from its ears—clearly overwhelmed.

Wu Yue sighed. "What to do? I can't wait here with you for your owner. How about you come with me? I'll take you back to my squad."

"Meow!"

With a fierce struggle, the cat broke free and bolted, disappearing in a flash.