With the volume of that scoundrel of a cat, even if Yang Zhen had managed to cover its mouth in time, it probably would have deafened everyone.
Now, Yang Zhen didn't even manage to get a hand over its mouth. He could feel the invisible wave of sound sweeping down the whole street after the cat had yelled out.
"Damn it, you bastard of a cat, weren't we supposed to keep a low profile? Do you even know what low profile means?"
Yang Zhen, furious, chased after the cat, leaping up and down, and finally managed to catch it and rub it on the ground.
"Damn, let go, you're rubbing off all my fur. Casually creating a spiritual-level martial skill, this talent shouldn't be wasted in not making a fuss, I feel sorry for you!"
"Bullshit, what does my comprehension of spiritual energy have to do with causing trouble?" Yang Zhen slapped the cat across the head, and the cat retaliated by biting him. They rolled around fighting, their fists and feet flying, leaving the spectators dumbfounded.
