Sir! Don't close the net!

The chef took a deep breath, looking as if he had aged ten years, slumped his shoulders, glanced at the cleaver in his hand, turned around and put it away, preparing to leave the restaurant with his wife and children through the back door.

“Go and drag one of them out,” Ryan grinned maliciously. “They’re offering such shameless prices; they must be making a lot of money. They need to be taught a lesson.”

"Boss, what do you think about letting that cook use things from the sewers to cook for his wife and kids?" The younger brother turned his eyes and cast a malicious glance at the cook's family.

"You... are just what I like."

Ryan revealed a cruel smile, raised his right hand and swung it, and the homeless men around him, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately rubbed their fists together and started punching him.

The chef and his family inside the restaurant suddenly changed their expressions. The chef turned around and forcefully pushed his wife and children from behind, trying to get them to leave through the back door as soon as possible.

"Have someone block the back door too," Ryan yawned lazily.

"it is good--"

"You'd better not do that."

In the distance, Puss walked out leisurely, whistling, and stopped with a snap in a position where even Superman couldn't rush over immediately. He drew his revolver with his right hand and pointed it at Ryan and the others.

"The last thing that happens to you in your life is to get shot for doing something bad. Isn't that too tragic?"

Chapter Sixty-Four: We need to find a way to train her.

Beneath the dazzling yet blurry starlight, a sliver of cold light flowed along the icy barrel of the gun and finally stopped in Puss's sharp eyes.

The thugs, who had been eagerly anticipating their fight, suddenly changed their expressions and raised their hands. Ryan's underling, who had been laughing and smugly, hunched over like a rooster whose comb had been shaved off. Ryan, who had seen a lot in the chalk circle, remained relatively calm, but he stopped and his eyes darted around.

Who are you...?

Ryan, who was being threatened like this for the first time in the Triassic, wanted to humiliate Puss with something, but Puss had a weapon in his hand, and having been in the Cretaceous and Jurassic zones, he knew very well that it was a real weapon.

"Haven't you heard of the righteous sheriffs of the Triassic Circle?"

Puss raised an eyebrow and aimed his revolver at a few homeless men near the pastry shop. The homeless men, who had already raised their hands above their heads in surrender, immediately retreated as quickly as snow hitting a fire poker.

"Never heard of you, but are you sure you want to go against us?" Ryan was getting angry at the self-proclaimed joke, but the gun was no joke.

“Go against me? Why not? You’re committing a crime right now,” Puss said calmly, flicking out the magazine from his revolver, turning it around, disengaging the safety, and pointing the gun at Ryan.

This time, Ryan instinctively made a dodging motion because he saw that the revolver's magazine was full.

But Puss didn't fire, which made him both angry and relieved. Not firing directly at least proved that Puss was wary of their status as homeless people and didn't want to bear the responsibility of killing homeless people at this critical moment.

“Crime? No, we’re just struggling,” Ryan said, spreading his arms wide. “Just like Miss Carly, the protester, said, it’s not a crime to struggle to survive, to live. And the noblemen from the Millennium sympathize with our experiences and allow us to struggle to live.”

Upon hearing the nobleman's permission, the other vagrants gained confidence and, led by their underlings, began to shout and clamor.

"That's it!"

"Our actions are permitted!"

"If you have any complaints, go find the noble lord!"

Puss grinned and subconsciously raised his hand, but his hand touched nothing. Puss then realized that he had already handed the cowboy hat embroidered with the world to Annie, which he used to cover his eyes.

“Oh—” Puss rubbed his hair and glanced at Ryan and the others indifferently. “The noble lord allows you to struggle for survival, but he didn’t say that others should die. Our lives aren’t good either, and we also have to struggle to live.”

"Or are you saying that your lives are precious, but our lives aren't?"

Of course! Our lives as homeless people are more valuable than yours!

Almost instinctively, Puss wanted to give Puss the middle finger and yell at him, but Puss had a gun in his hand.

Although the revolver only had six bullets, not enough to take them all out, Ryan knew very well that although these henchmen around him swore allegiance, they would never risk their lives for him in a situation where he could be killed instantly. Moreover, no one could guarantee that Puss, who was so openly showing off his magazine, wasn't a sharpshooter with the skill to reload in an instant.

If only we had guns...

Ryan recalled some things from the past, took a deep breath, and raised his hands above his head.

"Fine—you have a gun, you call the shots—we homeless people are just at the bottom of society anyway, we can only be chased around by you."

After saying that, Ryan turned and left with the other homeless people.

Puss's lips twitched violently. He really wanted to rush over, grab Ryan by the collar, and demand to know what Ryan meant by what he had just said, but at that distance, the intimidation of his revolver would drop to nothing. If someone were to snatch the gun away, he would be in real embarrassment.

Pushar let out a breath, put the gun back in the holster on his thigh, looked up at the sky, the magnificent starry sky gradually became hazy, and a wisp of gray, murky haze flowed in his field of vision.

It's almost nighttime.

"This...we need to sprint at full speed," Puss said, patting his forehead as he calculated the distance to Diagon Alley, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Um... if you don't mind..."

Just as Puss was about to sprint at full speed, the door of the pastry shop was pushed open, and the chef, holding the door, smiled gratefully at Puss.

"Oh, thank you so much," Puss breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the upscale pastry shop, which he could only glimpse from afar, with the chef's welcome.

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"here--"

Li Yili glanced at the butcher shop not far away and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You rascal, you're not planning to go in and have a feast, are you?"

"How could this be!" Rebecca raised her voice, her wolf ears peeking out from her hair twitching from side to side. "There's something on this black bag!"

The smell here... well, hehe—it's more fragrant than I expected, so maybe we should—"

Li Yili's eyes twitched violently. She raised her hand and placed it on Rebecca's head, her fingers tightening slightly.

“Hiss—I know, I know! Cough—what a pity, this isn’t their trading location either, I didn’t smell gunpowder,” Rebecca, feeling the groan coming from the skull, raised her hands decisively and urged with a righteous expression, “Let’s hurry to the next place, my intuition tells me that the next place must be their trading location.”

Li Yili grinned and released Rebecca's head. Rebecca immediately turned around and jumped towards the wall, using the wall as a foothold to quickly turn and jump, landing on the roof with great ease. She then vigorously sniffed the air from side to side.

Li Yili glanced at the shoe prints on the wall, turned and walked out of the alley. Out of the corner of her eye, she followed Rebecca as she moved on the rooftop. When she passed the butcher shop, Li Yili paused and turned to look in its direction. Perhaps it was the shop's specialty, or perhaps it was the specialty of this Jurassic Circle, but all sorts of bloody animals that looked like they had just been slaughtered were roughly hung outside the shop, and various pieces of meat that looked like they had just been cut were stacked together like playing cards.

Even he could smell the pungent stench of blood, so it's no wonder Rebecca was drooling over this place.

Li Yili turned to face the butcher shop in front of her, her eyes slightly narrowed.

I've heard that well-trained hunting dogs can smell gunpowder hidden among a pile of tempting delicacies.

But Rebecca was clearly not a well-trained hound. Although she had a terrifying sense of smell, she had zero self-control. So her first reaction to the butcher shop with such a strong smell of blood was to drool and want to eat it all. Urged on by him, Rebecca, who found the smell more and more delicious and was hungrier, did not bother to savor it. Instead, she simply concluded that this was not the place for the transaction.

It may just be a guess, but it's worth a try.

Chapter Sixty-Five: How could you sneak in in front of others?

Between charging in and sneaking in, Li Yili hesitated for a moment before deciding to wait by the chimney like Spider-Man. Rebecca, noticing that Li Yili hadn't followed, quickly ran back. Rebecca wanted to complain, but seeing Li Yili staring intently in the direction of the butcher shop, she immediately smiled brightly and moved behind Li Yili without urging her, appearing incredibly sensible.

Li Yili glanced at Rebecca. Dark wolf fur was constantly emerging from her snow-white, slender arms, and her overall slender and elongated body was slowly inflating like a balloon. Li Yili could even hear the sound of the fabric fibers about to snap.

"Hurry up and take off your clothes," Li Yili waved her hand, "Don't ruin another set of clothes."

"Oh……"

Rebecca nodded, but then paused, her hand still holding the collar as she was about to take off her clothes. She covered her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and she glanced cautiously at Li Yili's profile. "You weren't peeking, were you?"

Her internal transformation is complete, but her external appearance only shows some wolf-like features. It will take some time for her external appearance to fully change; in other words, the areas that should be shiny will still be shiny.

Li Yili's eyes twitched violently, but she turned her head expressionlessly to Rebecca, "Now, take it off."

"Ugh—Waaaaah..."

Under Li Yili's watchful gaze, Rebecca trembled as she unbuttoned her shirt, took off her plaid shirt, lifted her skirt, and finally carefully slipped off her boots.

"Fold my clothes neatly, so they don't get lost," Li Yili said, her eyes narrowed, looking down mercilessly at Rebecca, who was crouching in the shadows of the chimney, clutching her shoulder. "Then show me with your actions that you are well aware of your situation."

"Goo-"

Rebecca trembled as she folded the shirt into a square, rolled up the skirt and placed it next to the shirt, lifted the boots and placed them on the other side, and finally squatted down awkwardly with her head down, her wolf ears drooping listlessly.

Li Yili snorted and turned her head towards the butcher shop. About five minutes later, Li Yili heard a cracking sound from the bones growing behind her, and a faint stinging sensation came from the back of her neck. She also heard a wet, blowing sound in her ear, as if some terrible beast was quietly approaching.

"Snapped--"

A wolf's head pressed down on Li Yili's shoulder, its long, thin face sticking out and its neck shaking in the direction of the butcher shop.

"May I have a piece of meat later?"

Li Yili rolled her eyes. "Isn't raw meat dirty?"

“Raw meat smells good,” Rebecca retorted.

"Whose decision is it, yours or mine?"

"Goo-"

“If you don’t run around and kill things later, I can forgive you for sneaking food when I’m not looking,” Li Yili said, raising her finger and bending it.

"Hey! Really? That's great!" Rebecca panted and nudged Li Yili's face hard, her fluffy ears twitching and tickling Li Yili's neck.

After waiting for two or three hours, the number of people on the street in front of the butcher shop began to dwindle. Having figured out the shift change order and the time difference, Li Yili got up, walked up the roof to the top of the dark alley, slid down the wall, straightened her clothes, and swaggered into the butcher shop. Rebecca, on the other hand, displayed agility completely contrary to her tall stature. She flashed into the butcher shop like a ghost. Although she only drooled over the still-bleeding ribs, she remained in the shadows without making any extra movements.

Li Yili meant that she should forgive her for sneaking food when Li Yili wasn't paying attention. This "not paying attention" didn't mean that she could eat anytime, anywhere. No matter what she did, Li Yili would notice. So there was no such thing as sneaking food when Li Yili wasn't paying attention. Therefore, the correct answer is that she could sneak food after Li Yili finished her work and her attention was no longer on her.

Li Yili glanced at Rebecca, who was carefully crawling forward along the shadows, and nodded in satisfaction. It would be even more perfect if she could wipe away the drool.

"Okay, okay, let me think about it..."

Li Yili looked around and reached out to touch the belly of the skinned cow hanging upside down.

Perhaps because it was just an ordinary butcher shop, or perhaps because they felt no one would dare to sneak into this secret arms trading location, the shift changes here were not strict. At least in the two or three hours he observed, each group of people would leave after about half an hour, and many people would start checking their watches after twenty-five minutes, with each shift having a gap of about ten minutes.

Li Yili's fingers pierced the belly of the cow that was hanging upside down. To prevent the growth of bacteria, the cow's internal organs had been hollowed out to make a simple container to cover up the smell of gunpowder. However, no matter what, the people here wouldn't be so bold as to just leave the weapons out in the open, so the cow's belly was empty.

Li Yili let out a long breath, glanced around, and finally stopped at the only employee entrance.

To prevent themselves from being killed by their underlings one day, only trusted senior members of the gang are allowed to carry guns; other underlings probably only get to handle guns during transactions.

Li Yili raised her hand and waved to Rebecca before striding into the passage. Rebecca was initially worried that she might bump into someone, but after thinking about it, she gave up on thinking. After all, thinking was never her responsibility, so Rebecca simply followed behind Li Yili.

After walking a few steps, Rebecca smelled the warmth of a moving, living person. Just as she was about to bend down to warn them, a man wearing an apron and with his chest exposed appeared in front of them.

The man was taken aback when he saw Li Yili, and his expression gradually turned fierce. But when his gaze shifted to Rebecca behind Li Yili, his fierce expression twisted into terror at a visible speed, and his mouth opened wider and wider. Before he could utter a sound, Li Yili flashed in front of him and delivered an uppercut straight to his abdomen. Then, she pushed upwards, and a rather unattractive ornament appeared at the top of the passage.

Because of the commotion, hurried footsteps came from the end of the passage, and Li Yili also rushed into the passage quite decisively.

As the saying goes, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. As long as you take care of the other party before the witnesses notice, you can achieve a perfect infiltration.

Five minutes later, Li Yili clapped her hands and swaggered forward as if inspecting her own territory. Rebecca couldn't help but look back, and her green eyes reflected a series of unappealing wall decorations.

"Why didn't you just let Wushuang come in from the beginning?" Rebecca couldn't help but complain.

"That won't do. This is infiltration. Do you understand what infiltration is? How can you infiltrate in front of others? That's extremely disrespectful."

Chapter Sixty-Six is ​​about pollutants