Yang Gang also fumbled out a timer, ready to press it.
"Meow, wait, Boss, that room is full of infrared traps..."
Yang Gang glared at him, "Didn't you say you come and go without a trace? What's so hard about stealing some clothes? Or are you saying you're just a useless cat?"
He picked up the timer and pressed it outright, "One minute, okay?"
Little's face was full of righteous indignation, "Demon!"
Then with a whoosh, he leaped up and disappeared from Yang Gang's sight in a few moments.
After fifty seconds, a dark figure flashed and landed firmly beside Yang Gang.
"Meow, the woman's clothes from Room Two, mission accomplished," Little boasted proudly.
Yang Gang glanced at him indifferently and without a word, grabbed Little in one hand and once again began to mix the hot pot broth with the other.
"Meow, Boss, you...you...can't go back on your word. I've already stolen the clothes back," Little said, breaking out in a cold sweat from fear.
