When Long Kongkong saw the creature before him that had already signed a blood pact, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What on earth was this thing?
There, squatting on the ground just two meters in front of him, was a creature.
Its body was round, its stomach plump, its head pointed and small. It was just over half a meter tall when squatting, its body covered with golden fur. Because it was squatting, it revealed a pair of slender front paws, the tips of which were of a dark gold color, about an inch or so long, looking sharp. There was a golden tail on its back, about twice its body length, gently swaying. Its bean-sized eyes, filled with a hint of mischief, were watching him.
This, this, this...
This was clearly a rat! A golden, large rat.
Long Kongkong felt as if his head had been struck by a thunderbolt.
He had never expected that the existence he placed immense hope in, the one he believed could turn the tables, would turn out, to be a big rat.
