The designer followed closely behind Zhao Yao when he suddenly raised a question with a wide smile stretched across his face, "Why don't you just buy a new house instead? I know of a few wonderful mansions. The interior design is superb! The same goes for the exterior. Everything is perfect for a man of your stature!"

The designer's enthusiasm was met with Zhao Yao's rejection, "I'm too used to this place. Also, I'm lazy to move." Unknowingly, he had already spent more than a year here. Furthermore, it was Zhao Yao's childhood dream to own an entire building to himself, with each floor devoted for a unique function. He had somehow accomplished this fortuitously.

The designer sprang to work, according to Zhao Yao's every instruction. Zhao Yao had planned to wash his hands off the project once the plan was finalized. After all, if he dared to try anything funny, Zhao Yao would ensure that that was the last thing he ever did.

A few seconds later, Zhao Yao had teleported from his apartment to the extradimensional belly and finally the café, in a matter of three steps.

Back at his workstation, Zhao Yao slammed his palm against the back of his head and pondered, "Hmph, did I forget about something?" His eyes darted across the cats, running around the café, and thought, "Why do I feel like there's some cat missing?"

However, he just could not wrap his head around it and decided to just focus on the work instead.

Currently, cat island was teeming with life.

For the past two weeks, Zhao Yao and Baiquan had painstakingly transported items to the island. For fear of trespa.s.sers learning about this place, they had to a.s.semble everything with their own hands. Thanks to their superpower and the help of Matsuo and Faceless, the island began to take shape.

With the electrical cables extending from the café and the power supply provided by Inspector Ho in the form of generators, the entire island had been covered with industrial grade wifi.

The rows of cottages lining the vast fields were hand built by Zhao Yao. Inside were all sorts of cat beds, cat toys and any cat-related objects you could imagine.

Inside the belly, half of the s.p.a.ce was dedicated to Dust Ball's catmint plantation. Without having to accommodate the supercats, the remaining s.p.a.ce was now reserved for the computers. Zhao Yao had just ordered 200 computers to supplement the original 10 computers.

After all, Zhao Yao had purposefully erected the gate as a portal on the island. Hence, the cats were free to travel between the island and the belly. In Zhao Yao's masterplan, the island would be where they slept, played and worked. Conversely, the belly would become the internet café, primed for entertainment purpose.

With Baiquan helming the logistics team, Matsuo and Faceless had a.s.sisted him in cleaning the island and preparing meals for the cats.

Currently, Matcha had gathered his royal cat guards inside the extradimensional belly.

Set in the center of the circle was 10 supercats, with their eyes glued to the phone screen. They were completely engrossed in their game of Mobile Legends.

Matcha was using his Luban character to lead a charge in the bottom lane only to be hara.s.sed by an opponent's character. Immediately, his lips began to curl with disdain.

Quickly, Airplane, the pioneer batch of guards amongst the Royal Cat Guards, noticed Matcha's change of expression and started to scream in his head, "Who is that stupid one controlling the character?"

Timidly, a white cat raised his paws and spoke in his trembling voice, "Me."

Airplane continued screaming at him telepathically, "Who told you to interfere with Sir George's pus.h.i.+ng? Retreat. No, do it discreetly. Act as if you're wounded by his attack and has no choice but to retreat to your tower. Put some effort into your acting! Understand?"

Hence, the opponent character started to falter as he hid behind the defense of the tower, allowing Matcha to push further down the lane.

A contented smile tugged at the corner of Matcha's lips. He nodded his head and commented, "This player's skill is not bad. However, he is too impatient. A young cat should learn to practice prudence."

Airplane sprang on the opportunity to flatter Matcha by saying, "This is all possible because of your superb skills. No ordinary player can actually play Luban to such a proficient level."

Suddenly, another hostile force lurking within the forest sprang in front of Matcha, intercepting his advances. However, all his skills were added incorrectly and his attacks were all targeted at the creeps. Hence, he too was pushed back to his tower until a resounding 'double kill' echoed in their ears.

Immediately, the cats surrounding them broke out into cheers of excitement.

"Sick! Superb play! Beautiful!"

"Sir George, your double kill is truly unprecedented. With Sir George leading the charge, no one can possibly take the champions.h.i.+p t.i.tle away from us."

"What nonsense!" Airplane intercepted his words, "How can you possible ask Sir George to lead us in this compet.i.tion? We will be bullying the rest of the compet.i.tion! With Sir George's technique, having him is as good as cheating!"

Matcha's ego continued to inflate with every praise thrown at him. Meanwhile, Old Cat was observing this with a heavy heart.

Old Cat was staring viciously at Airplane, with anger pouring out of him, "Can't Matcha see through his blatant bootlicking? He's gotten him all conceited now!"

The rest of the match continued as expected. The Luban, under Matcha's control, destroyed anything in its sight. Regardless of what was thrown at him, be it tanks, a.s.sa.s.sins, mages, warriors, nothing could stop him. None of the heroes even dared to lay a single spell on Matcha.

With 32 kills under his belt, the opponent's base was finally destroyed with Matcha's side claiming ultimate victory.

Airplane continued to shower him with praises, "Sir George, your skill is truly G.o.dlike. With your superb control over Luban, you should be named the World's Strongest Luban! You're stronger than any of the streamers I've seen on the internet."

"That's right! Sir George, could you share some tips with us?"

"Sir George, your phenomenal footwork has got my head all dizzy. If I were your opponent, I wouldn't even be able to land a single attack on you."

A smile stretched across his face as he gave a dismissive wave of his hand, "It all boils down to your fundamentals. Calm down." Then, he began to survey the cats before him and asked, "Who were the ones who tried to launch a sneak attack on me?"

Two paws shot up in the air immediately. Matcha nodded his head contentedly and responded, "The two of you did well. You dare to fight and have exceptional observation skills. You are promoted to become my personal guards."

"Thank you, Sir George."

"Thank you Sir George for recognizing my humble worth."

Old Cat could not help but shake his head as he witnessed this scene. He then crept up to Matcha and cautioned him, "Sir George, currently the royal cat guards prides itself on its superb Mobile Legend skills. Conversely, no one is doing the job of surveying the ma.s.ses. In the long run, how will our legitimacy hold up?"

"Hmph," Matcha shot Old Cat a menacing glare, "Are you trying to imply that I've confused my priorities?"

Old Cat immediately shook his head and clarified, "I dare not." Deep down, he was thinking, "You haven't just confused your priorities! You've lost your head!"

Matcha threw his paw in the air and reasoned, "Mobile Legend might seem like an innocent game on the surface. However, the devil is in the details. Its content is beyond your imagination. It provides the perfect platform for us to bond as a unit. It trains our teamwork and judgment skills, which is totally transferable to our job.

It might seem like I'm simply getting them to play an innocent game. In reality, I am training them to be the best at their jobs!"

Old Cat could not believe his ears and sighed in his head, "Stupid cat!"

Meanwhile, Airplane chimed in, "What wise words by Sir George! Not only do we derive pleasure out of it, we even get to train! Old Cat, you have misunderstood Sir George's painstaking actions."

Old Cat shot Airplane a vicious glare and muttered, "What a despicable cat?"

"Alright, alright, shut up already!" Matcha rallied the crowd and barked out his next instruction, "Another round! I'm in the zone right now!"

Airplane immediately alerted the cats to their next course of action, "All of you better die at least 10 times in the next game! Give Matcha the entire forest to farm! No one is to farm inside the forest!"