Meow Ba

Chapter 358 Theft Group
"Hey hey, let me see what good stuff I got this time~"

"Oh shit, it's a fat orange cat!"

"Come here for me!"

The sudden light caused Ron's pupils to shrink into a thin slit, and then slowly stretched out again, taking the shape of a date stone.

So, a grumpy face came into Ron's sight.

It was a skinny bald man, wearing a gray leather jacket, with a homemade cigarette dangling from his mouth, emitting smoke with a faint smell of nettles, while his left hand was holding the shirt of another thinner boy collar, patting his cheek with his right hand.

"Boss Potter, it's not my fault!"

"Didn't you tell us that the bigger the air pet box, the more valuable the pets in it?"

He didn't need to turn his head to look around. Ron, who heard the conversation between the two, knew that he was far away from Selena and Bruce now—and the thinner boy who was patted on the cheek by the bald and thin man was obviously Ron who appeared in this unknown place. The culprit of the famous location.

From the conversation between the two of them alone, Ron could hear that this was a premeditated crime, mainly stealing valuable pets from the neglected airport and selling them.

Moreover, this criminal gang is obviously not the first time left bank, they even have their own experience and judgment.

"Snapped!"

"Shit!"

"Don't you feel the weight of your hands when you fucking hold the box?"

"How much can a cat weigh? Can it weigh as much as a dog?!"

The skinny boy's justification made the bald skinny man even more furious. The right hand that had just patted his cheek immediately slapped him heavily, and directly slapped the skinny boy to the corner, making a loud sound of metal shaking.

Obviously at this moment Ron is not in a normal city, but in some remote corner.

"..."

It seems... Benmiao is really heavier than Gouzi.

Although he hasn't been on stage recently, and his appearance hasn't changed much, but Ron is self-aware, and his weight has been increasing unconsciously.

After tempering the fur, the crouching tiger pile has begun to temper the muscles, transforming the muscle fibers that were originally like strands of loose cotton threads into tough steel wires.

Under the same weight, the volume of the cotton thread is naturally much larger than the steel wire - and this is not the end, in addition to the original muscles turning into steel wires, Ron is still growing a steady stream of muscle fibers all over his body, and then transformed.

As a result, Ron's weight slowly increased from the peak of a round American tabby to the peak of a Maine Coon, and gradually surpassed that of an adult Maine Coon.

"Boss, I feel it!"

"It really weighs as much as a pitbull!"

He was slapped severely, but the skinny boy still covered his face and stood in the corner crying.

"Shit!"

“An American Maine Coon is just as heavy as a Pitbull!”

"Let me mention that if you lie, I will let you know what happens when you lie to me!"

Some didn't believe it, but the skinny boy was brought up by himself, and he had saved his life—although it was just picking up a child from the pile of newspapers on the street, and giving half a loaf of bread by the way.

Therefore, the skinny bald man known as Boss Potter approached the air pet box suspiciously again, and then pulled the handle forcefully—of course he didn't dare to take Ron out of the air pet box.

Pets that don't see their owners are all irritable, and it's not uncommon for the pets inside to rush out and hurt people after opening the pet box.

And even if it doesn't hurt anyone, what to do if you run away.

Having been in business for so long, the bald man Potter can already see the owner's love for pets from the specifications and sizes of the air box—now the owner of the fat orange cat staring at himself in the air pet box is obviously at the top kind of.

It's just that Potter couldn't imagine that the fat orange cat in front of him was not able to enjoy the largest and top-class aviation pet box because he was favored by the owner, but because he had enough talent to be treated like this.

However, as soon as he mentioned it, Potter immediately felt the weight on his wrist, which also made his expression change from anger and doubt to surprise and then to a smile.

"what?!"

"Is it really that heavy?"

"Aha, it seems that the owner of this cat loves it very much. After a while, someone will post a cat hunting notice in the newspaper, and we will send it back~"

"At that time, I will definitely get a lot of thank you money."

"Boss, tall, really tall~"

"Hahahaha, learn."

"Maybe you, a shit, will have one percent of my boss's intelligence by then."

Under the flattery of the skinny boy, the bald boy Potter laughed out loud.

…………

"Grumble~"

"Meow~"

so hungry~
Nesting into a ball, Ron felt the violent peristalsis of his stomach.

It had been several days since he was robbed from the airport. In the past few days, Ron could only eat one meal a day, and it was the simplest white bread.

It's not that Ron didn't try to break out of the cage and escape, but Selena and Bruce kindly did bad things and specially ordered an air pet box for large dogs for Ron, but Ron couldn't escape.

"Meow~"

"Meow~"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Wow~~~"

Ron just yelped because he was hungry, but this yell immediately caused a huge repercussions. Pets yelled from all the cages in the whole tin house——Potter's business is quite big, basically every day There are new flight cases coming in and old ones going out.

Such a huge movement immediately attracted the man guarding the door to come in - he was a few centimeters similar to Potter, but much stronger and more vicious.

"What's it called!"

"Eat your bread obediently!"

He slammed the air box with the iron rod in his hand, turning the barking sound into whimpering. Potter looked at the time ferociously, then turned around and took out a loaf of white bread from the table in the room, tore it into several pieces and threw it into each cage Here, Ron also gets a share.

But unlike other animals, when the white bread was stuffed in, Ron used his two front paws to cushion it—the cage was too dirty, and the white bread fell on it and he couldn't eat it.

After so many days, Ron knew that there was only one meal of white bread a day, and if he wanted to eat a second meal, he had to wait until the next day.

Perhaps this kind of eating is still a eating rhythm that can be taken over by other animals, but it makes Ron extremely painful-because it makes Ron, like humans, suffer from three meals a day in the stomach.

"Aww~, aww~"

Resting the bread on his front paws, while Ron was eating, the door of the tin house opened again, and the skinny bald man walked in with the skinny boy, shaking a newspaper in his hand.

"Someone posted a pet search announcement, we're going to get rich~"

(End of this chapter)