"Are you sure this is the Rat King and not some shut-in girl?"
Director Newman looked at the white Rat King lounging on the sofa, eating chips while watching Tom and Jerry, and could not help mocking it. Then again, a Rat King watching Tom and Jerry seemed... uh, perfectly normal.
"This is Little White, the Rat King—my good friend."
Rat Catcher went over to snatch the chips and shouted, "Stop pretending. With so many rats along the way, how could you not know Director Newman had come personally to see you?
By the way, I didn't betray you. Director Newman found you herself. You can absolutely trust me, because the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau didn't put up a bounty."
"So if they had put up a bounty, you would have sold me out?"
The Rat King mocked her first, then glanced at Director Newman and said, "I'm not pretending. I just couldn't be bothered to move. Director Newman, did you come personally to give me an ultimatum?"
Although Director Newman's Demon King's corpse was Skyfather level, the Rat King was not afraid at all. It looked utterly fearless.
Hearing the Rat King's words, Director Newman smiled. She said, "No rush. We haven't reached that point yet. Rat King, I sincerely invite you to join the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau.
You will become a special consultant for the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau and receive a large sum of funding every year. At the same time, I will designate an area for you and your Rat people."
"Not reached that point yet? So if I refuse, we'll reach that point?"
The Rat King snorted and continued, "Do you humans really believe in us Rat people? You humans do not even trust yourselves. Americans, Europeans, South Americans, Asians—you compete and slaughter one another.
Right now,