Little Treasure picked up the sleeping intruder with its claws, floated to the window, and tossed it outside.
Then it turned to look at the soundly sleeping Big Brother Yaobao, shook its head, and wore a worried expression.
What would they do without it?
Late at night, on the streets.
"Isn't this a Little Steel Falcon?" A dark-skinned bald man, his gaze unfocused, staggered closer and nudged the motionless purple bird Pet Beast lying on the ground with his foot.
Beside him, a white young man with the same drunken haze in his eyes crouched down and leaned in for a look. Once he saw it clearly, the drunkenness vanished from his eyes. "It really is a Little Steel Falcon! And a Wild Pet Beast! Doesn't it look like the one from the news a while back?"
At that, the bald man sobered up somewhat as well.
He picked up the Little Steel Falcon and studied it carefully for a few seconds before saying in delight, "It really is! The news said that Little Steel Falcon had rotten claws, and this one's claws are rotten too!"
As a Pet Beast with the Steel Type, the Little Steel Falcon's defense was naturally exceptional. How many of them could possibly have rotten claws?
The moment he saw the underside of the Little Steel Falcon's claws, the bald man knew that this was definitely the Little Steel Falcon that had been wanted not long ago.
The white young man's eyes lit up. "If I remember right, wasn't the reward for the Little Steel Falcon 200,000?"
The bald man whistled. "The government's wanted reward is 200,000, but in the Black Market, a Little Steel Falcon is worth far more than that. Those feathers of its are top-grade materials."
The white young man immediately