Bian Tou flipped his hand, and the piece of plastic film resting on his thumb fell off. Before it could hit the ground, Bian Tou's middle and ring fingers pinched it.
The friction between his fingers removed the cat saliva that was on the surface of the plastic film, making the touch clearer. Bian Tou confirmed it was the type of plastic film he was thinking of. Turning his attention to the cat squatting by the dish, sniffing at the cat food but not taking a single bite, Bian Tou understood the situation. If he still didn't get it at this point, then he should quit his undercover work.
Although he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face showed none of it. After acquiring the plastic film, Bian Tou knew what his primary task was now. And that cat must have been trained, right? There shouldn't be any problems for now.
