I suddenly realized something.
Donzhu had returned, but where was Erha?
After the gunshot, Donzhu had gone after Gasong, and Erha had followed him.
That was precisely why I had not taken the matter too seriously. I had thought that with Erha there, Donzhu should not have been in any danger. But now Donzhu had returned, saying that Gasong had betrayed the Tumba Family, that Gasong had fired at him, that he had dodged the shot, and that Gasong had fled while he gave chase.
Someone had met up with Gasong, only to kill him to silence him. At the same time, they had subdued Donzhu and told him to protect me well. Logically, none of that made any sense.
But that was not the most important part. The most important thing was that Erha seemed to have had nothing to do with any of this from beginning to end. With Erha's abilities, it should have been impossible for it to lose track of them. Even if Erha had not made a move, Donzhu had already returned—how could it possibly not have come back?
Where had Erha gone?
I asked Donzhu whether he had seen the White Cat that stayed by my side. He shook his head and said he had not. It seemed Erha had not revealed itself in front of Donzhu and the others. Most likely, it had gone to track down the people who had met up with Gasong.
But had Donzhu lied? After those people subdued him, had they truly only told him to protect me?
Looking at Donzhu as he kept begging before me, my heart softened. Of course, it was not entirely because I felt sorry for him. More than that, I wanted to see what tricks they were trying to pull, so I