Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 841 Two Pointy Ears
This was Yan Xu's first time being kept by a sugar daddy. Unfortunately, this woman wasn't faithful. She had several cats at home, but he was the only male cat. What kind of male cat is he without his bell? Go sit at the same table with the calico cat.

Lying on the top of the cat tree, with its thick, soft belly spread out, a human would probably be disgusted, but for a cat, it only makes the human's hand restless.

And so, Yan Xu integrated into the catwoman's life, living a happy life of eight cans a day and stepping on Nai whenever he had nothing to do, until she returned with the smell of blood.

As a prime example of someone who can't control her hands, Catwoman, who steals precious jewels everywhere, has encountered all sorts of dangers. Being shot is practically commonplace for her. After all, in Gotham, you can go out without a cigarette, but you absolutely cannot go out without a gun.

However, most of the time, bullets failed to hit this woman who was as agile as a cat.

However, a novice's random shot caused the Catwoman, who was skilled at precise dodging, to run into it. If it weren't for her quick wit and familiarity with the terrain, they probably could have filmed ten movies in one night.

Fortunately, Catwoman wasn't a newcomer, so this gunshot wound wasn't a problem for her. But just as she pulled out the first-aid kit, the chubby orange cat she adopted jumped onto the table like a cotton cloud, brushing past her. To her dismay, it swatted away the bandage with one paw and knocked over the hydrogen peroxide bottle next to the table with its bottom. Its cheeky and obnoxious behavior made her teeth itch.

Just as the catwoman was considering whether to halve the price of the canned food or take it to remove the bell, the cat spoke.

"Ha, what weak humans."

"What are you? An alien?" Catwoman took a deep breath, her fingers, which had unconsciously touched the scalpel, stiffened for a moment before she finally withdrew them. She squinted and asked.

"Aliens? Ha, I am a god!" Yan Xu had no intention of being a lazy cat who just wanted to live a life of ease, so he took this opportunity to show his extraordinary side, and the catwoman was the first believer he chose.

"God? What benefits would I get if I believed in you?" The catwoman asked, feigning curiosity, whether she truly believed or was just being polite. Then she saw a golden light shoot from the fat orange cat's eyes, merge into her body, and then she fainted.

The morning sun had just touched the catwoman's eyelids when she leaped up, her sharp claws securing her firmly to the ceiling. It was only then that she came to her senses.

As soon as she let go, her waist automatically twisted in mid-air, allowing her to land smoothly. The catwoman was surprised by the change in herself.

She touched her triangular ears, which twitched sensitively, causing the catwoman's eyes to twitch. In addition, her pupils became like those of a feline, automatically contracting in the sunlight. She also gained not only sharp claws but also a tail. In short, she had transformed into a catwoman.

The people of Gotham were all a bit sick, and Catwoman quickly accepted her changes. She opened three cans for her god who had just woken up, showing her sincerity by increasing the amount of cans by fifty percent each time.

"Not bad, not bad, perform well, and you will receive even more favors." Yan Xu ate his canned food while making empty promises to the cow and horse, quite skillfully, leaving the catwoman unsure whether to believe him or not.

Yan Xu didn't care. He ate his fill and then slept. After all, he was a cat now. But since they were all gods, it wouldn't be right to just eat canned food. So for dinner, he ordered a high-end steak. For a light supper, he would just have canned food again.

As night fell, Catwoman, who had been dozing off all day, became increasingly excited, planning to work overtime and bring back more sparkling jewels. Little did she know that she would run into Batman, who was patrolling Gotham.

Although the timeline is unknown, the catwoman had already slept with the old man at this point. However, being a tabby catwoman, she couldn't stand the loneliness and abandoned the old man.

Although the master was ruthless and cruel, he was still a man and had his share of male chauvinism. He might not say it, but he secretly paid close attention to Catwoman.
So Catwoman was injured yesterday, and today she specifically passed by, and that's how it happened.
In the dark and stormy Gotham City, it felt like New Year's Eve after midnight. No one knew where a gunshot might ring out from, but at this moment, two pointy-eared figures stood silently facing each other on the rooftop. Batman's ears were indeed pointy, but they were fake, while Catwoman's ears, which twitched and twitched halfway around, were clearly real.

Batman knew Catwoman well; no matter how he questioned her, she wouldn't tell the truth. So he needed to use special interrogation techniques, which is why he turned off the communicator. Meanwhile, Alfred on the other end of the communicator raised an eyebrow, humming a tune as he prepared a hearty late-night snack. After all, both fighting criminals and interrogating people were physically demanding.

To be honest, Alfred would rather his master went to see that lady every night, and he even bought a batch of precious jewelry for her, just waiting for her to arrive.

Unfortunately, the relationship between the gentleman and that lady was a bit complicated, causing him a lot of worry.

Nothing more was said that night. The catwoman, having taken advantage of him, left without a second glance under the moonlight, leaving the silent old man behind.

After ensuring his genetic fluid wouldn't leak out, the master stored the samples he had collected in his all-purpose belt. In addition to hair, dander, and blood, there were three other liquids, including saliva, making it a comprehensive collection.

Given Catwoman's sensitivity, she naturally wouldn't have missed it, but she originally wanted to use this man to conduct some testing.

It's hard not to be suspicious of a cat that claims to be a god, so I pretended not to know. But I also pretended not to know how sharp my claws had become, since the master's back was now good enough to play Go.

Back in the Batcave, Bruce took off his wet armor, while Alfred, holding a hemostatic spray, couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of the battle that night.

It's a pity that the master's protective umbrella didn't pass through his hands, otherwise the fine needles he had prepared for so long could have come in handy. Just thinking about a young master or lady being born in ten months makes his hands, like Rong Momo's, restless with urges.

The equipment in the bat cave was top-of-the-line, so the genetic samples Bruce brought back produced results very quickly.

“That’s impossible.” Bruce frowned and pulled up Catwoman’s original genetic data for comparison. As for where the genetic sample came from, this wasn’t the first time the master had pressed Catwoman about it.

"Sir, what happened to that lady?" Although Alfred wasn't as versatile as Bruce, he was still quite capable in many areas, hence the nickname "Butler Hero." Therefore, he noticed some problems.

“This is her human gene, this is the abnormal gene, and it’s what caused her to have feline characteristics.” Bruce kept typing on the keyboard, and the power of his private supercomputer kept increasing. However, human genes are already very complex, and after being mixed with abnormal genes, the complexity increased by more than one or two times.

"Then will the lady be in danger? For example, will she lose her mind and turn into an orc or something?" Alfred was somewhat worried about the master's next generation. The cat-eared young boy was too stimulating for an old man like him, so he asked.

“No, her genes are very complete and stable. If I didn’t have her original genetic data, I wouldn’t even be able to find anything abnormal. These genes are perfectly integrated into her original genes, as if they were innate, producing only benign mutations.” Bruce frowned more and more as he analyzed, because he couldn’t find any trace of human intervention. It was as if Catwoman was born this way, but that was clearly not the case.

He needed more data and information, which required repeatedly pressing Catwoman for answers, however...
To put it bluntly, Bruce usually had the upper hand during interrogations, but this time, he subtly shifted his waist, indicating that he needed some backup plans, such as purchasing high-quality catnip and galangal for purification and processing into powder, spray, essential oil, perfume, and even bombs.

(End of this chapter)