"Meow, I can't make heads or tails of it."
Draped over Deathstroke's shoulder like a cloth sack, Kitty held the page of comic Stan Lee had just drawn in its two front paws. It looked at it upright, then upside down, then held it up to the distant stars to examine it by transmitted light, yet it still couldn't make out a single thing.
It was just an ordinary sheet of paper. On it were a person, a cat, and a large ball, along with some pencil shading and a few cartoon-style onomatopoeia. There did not seem to be any clues.
There had to be some secret hidden in this drawing. It could not figure it out, but Deathstroke had left without hesitation after obtaining it, which meant he must have gotten what he wanted.
Yes, based on Dream of a Thousand Cats' understanding of Deathstroke, if he had not acquired what he wanted, he definitely would not have given up so easily. So what exactly did this drawing represent?
"I know what you're thinking, Flower." Su Ming, flying through space, stroked the cat's head and smiled faintly. The distant starlight left only half his face illuminated. "But there's no need to keep looking. I'll tell you the answer—it's a ticket."
"Ugh, another human riddle? How annoying. That's what I hate most about humans. They never say what they're thinking and make everyone else guess. Is that supposed to be fun?"
As the dream of simple animals, Big Gray clearly had some shortcomings in this regard. It was not that it failed to understand people's hearts; it simply did not like riddles.
The world of cats was far simpler than the world of humans. All they needed to know was who could fight best and who had food.
"Humans have