You Stole My Delivery Bike? A Hundred Thousand Beasts Surround the Casino

I was five minutes late delivering an order, so a thug stole my electric scooter, beat me half to death, and dumped me in a trash heap, threatening to kill me if I ever called the police.

Just as I ran out of options, the antique bone flute around my neck awakened when it was stained with blood.

When I play the flute, I can not only understand the whispers of a hundred thousand stray cats and dogs across the city, but even control a million rats in the sewers!

You don’t want me to call the police? Fine.

That night, a hundred thousand rats infiltrated the thug’s underground casino and gnawed through all the million in cash in the safe.

The next day, hundreds of stray dogs staged perfectly timed collisions, causing a car crash that reduced the thug’s luxury car to scrap!

Later, I opened an animal rescue center in the urban village and became a beloved philanthropist in public.

But on the dark web, people prefer to call me the Unknowable Urban Calamity!

Don’t ever mess with me. The moment you decide to kill me, the ants beneath your feet have already passed the news along.