A furry arm moved faster than Wenlong's hand, snatched the roast chicken, and darted away like lightning.
By the time Wenlong reacted, all he could see was the golden monkey's retreating back.
He stamped his feet in fury and cursed, "Red Butt, one of these days I'll kill you!" The monkey knew the curses were aimed at him but paid them no mind.
Wenlong was absolutely livid. After all the trouble he had gone through to catch the Ground-running Chicken, clean it, and roast it, it had vanished in the blink of an eye.
It was his own fault for letting his guard down because he was tired and hungry, giving that damned monkey an opening.
If the monkey had meant him harm and struck him, he would have been gravely injured, if not killed.
At that thought, cold sweat streamed down Wenlong's body. He had been careless. That monkey had probably been following him for quite some time.
Yet he had not noticed a thing. This was no longer just about a roast chicken-it concerned his very life.
Left with no choice, he took out his dry rations, bit down hard, and swallowed them.
That monkey posed too great a threat. It would probably come back tonight, so he had to find a way to catch it.
Toward evening, Wenlong caught a Demon Deer, cleaned it, set it over the fire, and began roasting again.
He had barely been roasting it for long when the monkey returned, just as expected. He immediately ordered Little White and Little Black to catch the golden monkey.
The aroma of meat grew richer and richer. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, the monkey leaped up, but before his hand could reach the roast meat-
Little White appeared and pinned him beneath one