The explosions of the missiles still echoed behind him, rubble flying and smoke billowing.
Luo Fan stood outside the smoke, still holding the white cat by the scruff.
The white cat struggled, yowling wildly, all four paws clawing at the air, but it could not touch Luo Fan at all.
His gaze fell on the woman, his eyes gradually turning cold.
He had not intended to make an issue of it.
The white cat attacking the Money Rat was animal instinct.
If the woman had simply apologized and said a few pleasant words, the matter would have been over.
But she had not.
Not only had she refused to apologize, she had called him "a turnoff" and said something about "setting the facts aside."
Now she had even attacked first.
Luo Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions churning inside him.
Since she was such a precious princess, humiliating her would certainly hurt more than simply beating her up.
If he beat her, she might forget after a good cry.
But making her behave like a dog while her mind remained completely lucid was a humiliation she would remember for the rest of her life.
Luo Fan raised his hand, and a palm-sized piece of bait appeared out of thin air in his palm.
He deliberately held his hand high, letting the woman see it clearly.
The woman's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the bait.
Then Luo Fan tossed it onto the ground.
The woman's body suddenly stiffened.
Her consciousness remained intact. She could think, feel, and rage.
But her body was no longer under her control.
She could distinctly feel herself bending down, getting on all fours, and lunging toward the bait like a dog.
Her mouth opened, snatching up the bait and swallowing it.
*No! Don't do