The black cat spoke, issuing a threatening growl, but Xiao Jie was stunned. "King? Are you serious?"
Why does this cat talk with a voice that's husky from smoking, giving a vibe of a mob boss?
He knew the voice was a figment of his imagination in this setting, but he still found it somewhat speechless.
Hoarse-voiced, the black cat said, "That's right, I am the king of this mountain, everything in these mountains is mine, squirrels fear me, pigeons dread me, even you big dumb cats dare not disrespect me, rushing to offer me tribute."
As it spoke, it pawed at the leftovers on the ground, fish jerky, starch sausages, probably snacks from someone's overflowing kindness.
"If you want to challenge my kingship, then we'll have to battle it out!"
Having said that, it arched its back, assuming a posture ready for a fight.
Xiao Jie found it amusing, not expecting this cat to have such complex thoughts.
