Pets from the Heavenly Court Had Brains

Something was seriously wrong. Today was nothing like the first two times. The shadowy intruder noticed his heart racing, an awful discomfort filling his chest. This had never happened before. Had a Chihuahua actually gotten the better of him? Was there any justice left in the world?

Looking at his tattered trouser leg, he took a deep breath. "Calm down, calm down. We're here on business. There's no need to get serious with a pet!" That was true enough. As a seasoned professional, he had done all sorts of jobs and faced all sorts of dangers. Today wasn't particularly dangerous, just a little disgusting, so he quickly pulled himself together. What hadn't he seen before?

That composure was nothing those idiot petty thieves, Fatty and Skinny, could match. With a long exhale, the intruder settled his nerves.

He cautiously scanned his surroundings. The little creature had already vanished, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Taking out the flashlight he had prepared, he gently switched it on, then slipped his other hand into his pocket. There was no gun inside—it would be inconvenient to use one here. He had chosen a stun baton instead.

This thing would do the job. It really was the top choice for home or travel, for dealing with people or dogs, because it made no noise.

Gripping the stun baton, he moved slowly forward. He had just passed through the living room and reached the stairs around the corner when a strange male voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Kid, I've had my eye on you for a long time. Put your hands up!"

What the hell? Someone's home? That makes no sense! The intruder froze, stunned to discover that he had been caught.

Still, he remained composed. As long as it was a person,