"Boss Little Black..."
Flora looked at the two cats that walked into the hotel and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito, "Isn't what we're doing a bit too mean? It's like we're becoming the villains..."
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Little Black glared at her fiercely, "I'll take all the bad reputation upon myself, you guys don't need to feel any psychological pressure. It's me who commanded you to do this, for the master, for Big Brother, for the Goddess! I'm not afraid of walking through fire or climbing up knife-laden mountains meow!"
"Oh... Boss Little Black, why are you petting me?"
Feeling the paw stroking the top of her head, Flora was confused, "You're a cat!"
Can't a cat pet another cat?"
"..."
"When are we going to proceed with the next step of the plan?" Scarface asked coldly, his resolve as firm as that of a stone-faced assassin.
"No rush, no rush..."
