Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

Jun Moyan withdrew his knife-throwing hand and looked again at the pink-white bundle on the ground that was rapidly staining with fresh blood.

And that cat was also looking at him at this moment.

Eyes met.

Because of the darkness, Jun Moyan's vision was hindered, but he still saw a plea for help in its glowing eyes that shone faintly in the dark environment.

"Meow..."

Its pink-white body was quickly dyed red with blood, and even its cries grew weaker.

That soft meow directly pierced Jun Moyan's heart, and as if touched by something, a hint of emotion flickered across his indifferent and slightly surprised eyes.

He bent down as if driven by a ghostly compulsion, wanting to pick it up.

"I'll do it." The one in white, coming to his senses, bent down first and picked up the cat that had fallen from the sky.

"Third Young Master, let's go." The one in white, having picked up the blood-soaked cat, just as he thought to hand the cat over to a subordinate,

Jun Moyan spoke up.

"Give it to me!"

His voice, at this moment, no longer as cold as when he was fighting enemies, still felt distant.

The one in white looked at the hand extended before him and hesitated slightly, "Third Young Master, don't you greatly dislike furry things..."

"Hand it over!" Jun Moyan spoke again, his voice now laced with a touch of impatience.

The one in white dared not say anything more and placed the cat in his hands.

His left hand was also stained red with blood, and upon taking the cat, its body became even more soaked with red.

His blood and the cat's blood mixed together.

No one noticed that when his bloodstained palm came into contact with the cat's blood, a faint purple glow emanated from his palm...

"Meow..."

Wen Xiao'ai sobbed again, but this time not because of the wounds on her body, but because the man held a certain energy that touched her the moment it came into contact with her body, like a warm ray of sunshine on a winter's day.

Although this energy was weak, it somewhat alleviated her current pain, which surprised her greatly.

Wen Xiao'ai struggled to open her eyes, wanting to see the man's face clearly.

But when she saw the man's face clearly, Wen Xiao'ai only wanted to say, "This human being is really good-looking."

So good-looking… almost inhuman.

This time, Jun Moyan finally saw its eyes clearly, a dazzling and stunning deep blue, like lapis lazuli, that caused him to be momentarily transfixed.

But before he had a chance to observe closely, the cat closed its eyes and passed out.

Watching the cat in his hands fall into unconsciousness, Jun Moyan furrowed his brows, an unusual look of urgency and concern appearing in his eyes.

"Head into the city immediately, find a hospital."

"Yes."

A group of people hurriedly left.

"Caw~" Just in time, a crow's cry sounded behind them.

Nobody noticed that a Blood Crow, black enough to blend into the night, perched soundlessly on a branch.

Its blood-red eyes, like gemstones, witnessed everything that had transpired here.

After Jun Moyan and his party left, the Blood Crow flapped its wings and also left the forest.

Only its flight path was the opposite of theirs...

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An hour later, three sleek black cars stopped in front of the largest hospital in the center of Holy City.

Almost the moment the car stopped, Jun Moyan, carrying the cat he had bandaged up, got out of the car and rushed into the hospital, leaving the ones in white behind him.

Jun Moyan grabbed a doctor who had just come out of the operating room, regardless of the doctor's post-surgery exhaustion, and pointed to the cat in his arms, which was growing weaker, and commanded in his usual imperative tone:

"Remove the bullet from it."