Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  “Yeah!”


  In the catmint bar on Cat Street, Matcha chewed Dust Ball Catmint as he jumped on the stage and danced excitedly.

  Fish Ball stood by Matcha’s side and emitted a myriad of colored rays. He danced with Matcha and they lightened the mood of the catmint bar.

  Matcha shouted at the top of his voice, “Everyone, order to your heart’s content! My treat!”


  Meow! The atmosphere of the catmint bar peaked as everyone cheered.

  Matcha placed a mug of ewes’ milk in front of Milk Tea and said happily, “Milk Tea, let’s celebrate your first bucket of gold that you’ve earned. Continue to work hard! Everyone cheers!”


  “Cheers!”


  Milk Tea raised up his paws gingerly and licked a few sips of ewes’ milk. He enjoyed it and licked the milk happily.

  Fish Ball sat on the left of Milk Tea while Matcha sat on his right. Fish Ball asked curiously, “Matcha, I thought you had no more money? Why are you treating me today?”


  “Hahahaha, with my wits, earning money is easy.”


  Fish Ball thought contemptuously, “You cheated Lightning of 50 dollars.” However, he maintained his admiration for Matcha and said, “Matcha, you are awesome. I do not have your capability.” Looking at Milk Tea, he asked, “This is……”


  Matcha patted Milk Tea’s head proudly and said, “My little brother Milk Tea. Do not underestimate his young age. He has a bright future. He may even outshine me in the future.”


  Fish Ball gazed at Milk Tea who was burying his head in the bowl while licking the milk and thought, “This cat…… feels like a fool. I can’t even see his face.”


  Fish Ball probed by asking, “Matcha, don’t tell me he is your……”


  “No!” Matcha immediately interjected, “Do not second-guess me. He has a common face so he looks like most cats.”


  “Oh.” Fish Ball speculated in his mind, “Fishy, this smells fishy.”


  Two female cats strolled over and greeted Fish Ball. “We heard that you are Fish Ball.”


  “You dance very well.”


  Fish Ball laughed heartily and looked at the two female cats. “Are both of you new here? The two of you are so beautiful, I can’t possibly have missed you when I have been on Cat Street for so many years.”


  Seeing Fish Ball having fun with the two female cats, Matcha was getting impatient. He privately cajoled Fish Ball, “Fish Ball, Fish Ball, me, introduce the ladies to me.”


  Fish Ball frowned at Matcha and said, “Ladies, this is my buddy Matcha. Get acquainted.”


  The two female cats looked at Matcha and smiled. “Thank you for the treat, tycoon.”


  Matcha waved his hand with a grin. “It was a small gesture.”


  Milk Tea had just finished licking the ewes’ milk and lifted his head to look at Matcha. “When do we go and look for mummy?”


  The two female cats looked at Milk Tea, then Matcha and frowned. “You let your son come to such places?”


  “Ah? Matcha tried to explain, “No, this is a misunderstanding. He is not my son.”


  The two female cats scoffed at Matcha and chided, “Your son is a few months old and you let him come to such places.”


  “Disgusting.”


  “Let’s go.”


  “Hey, don’t leave.” Matcha shouted in despair, “He really isn’t my son.” Looking at the receding figures of the two female cats, Matcha glared furiously at Milk Tea.

  Milk Tea said nervously, “Brother Matcha, I didn’t call you daddy.”


  “D*mn it Matcha, we are here to enjoy ourselves why did you bring your son?” Fish Ball was fuming as he said, “I almost succeeded with the ladies.”


  Matcha explained, “Fish Ball, he really isn’t my son. You know me well. How can I have a son?”


  “Do not say any more. You lied to your brothers. Do not ask me out for catmint again.” Fish Ball stood up and left.

  Matcha left the catmint bar dejectedly while Milk Tea followed behind gingerly. He rubbed Matcha’s tail and asked timidly, “Brother Matcha, did I do something wrong?”


  Matcha turned his head and looked at Milk Tea’s pitiful face. He sighed and said, “It’s alright. You have done nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have brought you here. Let’s go and look for your mum.”


  “Looking for mum?” Milk Tea was exhilarated and circled around Matcha.

  Matcha strolled casually and thought, “I have to find his mum to clear my name.”


  The intelligence from Europe spread to the large organizations in the world. Incidents concerning several huge explosions and the crashing of 12 fighter planes were too conspicuous to be suppressed……

  In Japan, Kaede Hattori scrutinized the intelligence report and said gravely, “Tri-headed Golden Dragon? Able to defeat 12 supersonic fighter planes? Is the dragon that powerful?”


  He had mixed feelings after reading the report. He sighed and thought, “I must not hesitate any longer.” He took out a movie script from the drawer and pondered, “Horror film……”


  Nanako’s brother, Hideki Kujyo received the same intelligence. He asked Sylvie who was standing by the side, “Where is Nanako? Where did she go?”


  Sylvie lowered her head and replied, “Miss Nanako is in Tokyo for the Comic Convention.”


  Hideki Kujyo lifted his head and said, “Tell her to see me once she comes back. I have things to tell her.”
……

  In London, the undercover agent at Double-Headed Vulture, Jake, returned to ‘Protoss’ headquarters and was immediately questioned by numerous high level officials. He was surprised by the seniority of their positions.

  “12 supersonic fighter planes?” Jake inhaled a cool gust of air and said, “It is no wonder I have been questioned many times. This strange creature destroyed 12 fighter planes? It is divine justice to see Double-Headed Vulture being destroyed by them.”


  “And this……” Jake held up a document and thought, “To fight against apostles who are out of the norm, the Ministry of Defense and Protoss are collaborating on Project Mercury.”


  A senior official faced Jake squarely and coaxed, “Jake, as you are the only person who was in close proximity with the enemy, I strongly encourage you to participate in Project Mercury. This concerns the safety of the British Empire and the European Union. Hope that you will consider this carefully.”
……

  In Huadu, China.

  The God of Death closed his eyes. His puppets, thousands of kilometers away, were analyzing an important intelligence report.

  “Tri-headed Golden Dragon? It managed to destroy 12 fighter planes, control the weather, and create tornadoes.” The God of Death opened his eyes and exhaled gradually. “I have made the right decision. Not everyone is able to suppress their wild ambition. Some will resort to dangerous superpowers.”