A Trillion Secrets, All Hidden in My Stray Cat’s Mouth

“A lousy cat costs a million! If you can’t pay up today, I’ll break your legs, you stinking security guard!”

Faced with an arrogant rich wife and a thug carrying a steel pipe, Lin Ye, a night-shift security guard earning three thousand yuan a month, silently lifted his thermos.

He didn’t beg for mercy. He merely snapped his fingers.

The next second, more than ten thousand stray dogs poured out of the darkness, sealing off the entire street.

And in a corner the rich wife couldn’t see, a sewer rat dragged over a recorder containing secret audio of her “moving assets and forging a will,” then scurried to Lin Ye’s feet.

After awakening the [Beast King] physique, nothing in this city could stay secret from him.

The gang’s gold bars hidden in the sewers were hauled away overnight by rats;

The financial secrets worth hundreds of billions held by the tycoons became nesting materials for sparrows;

The filthy secrets of the powerful all became bedtime gossip in the mouths of his stray cats.

When the world’s richest man’s private jet landed in the dead of night and a crowd of big shots trembled on their knees outside the gatehouse...

Lin Ye frowned. “Get in line. You’re blocking me from feeding the cats.”