My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Faced with the little girl's angry accusations.

Yingyi was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and backed away step by step.

The murderous intent in his eyes had been replaced by endless fear.

What level of protective magic weapon is that jade pendant?! How could a top-tier assassin like myself not even be able to break through its defenses!

What's even more terrifying is that if the commotion here attracts that mysterious young man inside the house, I'm doomed!

Must run!

Ignoring her broken wrist, Yingyi turned around and stumbled toward the courtyard wall.

"Trying to run? No way!"

Sizi stomped her little feet angrily.

She didn't even call out to Li Chen inside the house.

Instead, it lowered its head and looked at the chubby orange cat with fishbone patterns that had been leisurely washing its face just moments before, right at its feet.

"Fourth brother!"

With a wave of her hand, Si Zi issued the highest order as the leader of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult.

"Go! Beat up this big bad guy who's lying to kids!"

"Give Sizi a good lesson!"

Fatty Four, who was squatting on the lawn, stopped licking his paws.

In its amber-like, crystal-clear cat eyes, a hint of extremely human-like disdain and laziness flashed.

As a sacred beast that once dominated the Tang Dynasty and has now undergone a complete transformation, it is a guardian of the faith.

Go and fight a mortal who has no spiritual power and whose divine consciousness is sealed?

If it were to use its demonic power, what would become of the reputation of the First Imperial Cat of the Tang Dynasty?

Fatty Four let out a long yawn.

It decided that it would not use any magic or demonic power today.

It relies purely on feline instincts and its own robust physique weighing several tens of kilograms.

Let's teach this arrogant mortal assassin a lesson.

"Meow—!"

A loud meow pierced the night sky.

Fatty suddenly exerted force with all four limbs.

That round, somewhat clumsy-looking body transformed into a bolt of lightning that was difficult to catch with the naked eye at that moment!

"Whoosh!"

Shadow One had just run to the foot of the courtyard wall, but hadn't had a chance to jump yet.

I felt a chilling gust of wind coming from behind me.

He was a seasoned veteran, and relying on his instinctive fighting spirit, he endured the excruciating pain, turned around abruptly, and slammed his intact left fist, accompanied by a whistling wind, fiercely towards the orange shadow in mid-air.

"Get out of here, you fat cat!"

however.

He underestimated the agility of a cat, and even more so the weight of a cat blessed with the fortune of the Tang Dynasty.

midair.

Fatty didn't dodge at all when faced with fists the size of sandbags.

It twisted its obese body strangely in the air.

Two furry hind legs landed precisely on the wrist of Shadow One's outstretched left fist.

Followed by.

Taking advantage of the momentum from that stomp, Fatty Four shot straight toward the entrance of Shadow One like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

A dull, muffled sound of flesh colliding.

Fatty Four's massive body, weighing several dozen kilograms, was completely and firmly smeared onto Shadow One's face.

"Ugh—!"

Yingyi felt as if her face had been hit head-on by a heavy iron hammer.

A crisp cracking sound came from the bridge of the nose, and two streams of blood gushed out like fountains.

He didn't even have time to scream before the immense force knocked him backward, causing him to crash heavily onto the grass with a loud thud. He saw stars and felt as if a hundred bells were ringing in his head at the same time.

Before he could recover from this heavy blow...

The "dimensional reduction attack" by the deputy leader of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult has only just begun.

Fatty landed steadily on Shadow One's chest.

It looked down at the blood-covered assassin.

The two front paws are crossed in front of the chest.

Then.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Like a sudden storm, the "Meow Meow Shadowless Palm" erupted instantly!

Fatty Four didn't extend his sharp claws at all; he simply used his chubby paw pads.

A slap on the left, a slap on the right.

With a dazzling speed, he frantically slapped Yingyi's cheeks.

The crisp sound of slaps echoed throughout the Cherry Blossom Garden.

"Ah! My face!"

"Stop hitting me! You fat cat! Get away from me!"

Shadow struggled desperately on the grass, waving his left hand wildly, trying to throw the fat cat off him.

But he discovered that the cat was ridiculously heavy!

It pressed against his chest like a giant millstone, making it incredibly difficult for him to even breathe.

What the hell is that monster?!

How could a cat slap itself so rhythmically and so painfully?!

"Well done, fourth brother!"

Not far away, Sizi clapped her little hands happily, cheering loudly like a dedicated cheerleader.

"Left! Hit him on the left! Yes, yes, and the right too!"

"Let him lie to the kids! Beat him to a pulp!"

The scene instantly transformed from a tense and exciting midnight assassination into an extremely comical street brawl.

Yingyi was slapped so hard he was dizzy and his cheeks were swollen.

He roared and tried his best to get up.

Upon seeing this, Fatty jumped down from his chest with remarkable agility.

Just as Shadow One propped himself up with his hands.

Fatty Four circled around behind him.

He opened his mouth and took a bite out of Shadow One's butt without any hesitation!

"Awooo—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, as agonizing as a pig being slaughtered, shattered the tranquility of the Cherry Blossom Courtyard.

Yingyi clutched her buttocks and bounced up from the ground like a spring, hopping around in pain.

His once smart night clothes had now been torn to shreds by Fatty.

His face was covered in bruises, his nose was bleeding profusely, and there were two clear cat teeth marks on his buttocks. He looked a hundred times more miserable than a beggar on the street.

The most elite and cold-blooded ace assassin of the prestigious Zhao family.

At this moment, he was beaten into a comedic role by a fat orange cat that couldn't use its magic.

"Squeak—"

Just as this absurd "human-cat war" was unfolding in the yard.

The door to the main room of Juxian Pavilion was slowly pushed open.

Li Chen, wearing a loose-fitting robe, walked out yawning.

He held a plate of freshly cut chilled watermelon in his left hand, and was happily munching on a slice of watermelon in his right.

Looking at the chaotic scene of chickens and dogs running amok in the yard, a one-sided and overwhelming beating.

Li Chen rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"It's the middle of the night, can't a person get any sleep?"

Li Chen sighed.

He had no intention of helping, since Fatty Four was currently in a dominant position and having a great time.

In order to avoid waking up the rest of the Luo family from this farce.

Li Chen waved his hand casually.

A transparent, soundproof barrier, like a giant inverted bowl, instantly enveloped the entire Rakusakura-in area.

It completely isolated all sounds and smells from the courtyard.