After the excruciating water torture, the drenched cats were then brought to the drying room.

A warm gust of wind started blowing from all directions the moment they set foot in this room.

Despite this supposedly comfortable treatment, you could still hear the low grunting sound made by the cats.

Once they were rid of all the water from their fur, they were brought to the shaving room where their fur was trimmed to a more suitable length.

Dust Ball's eyes instantly turned red when she saw the shaver in the man's hand. She shot that human a death glare and yelled, "No one shall shave my hair!"

Matcha immediately ran forward to stop Dust Ball, "Calm down Dust Ball! You must control your anger! Do you remember what our objective is? RMB 10,000!"

Those words were like anesthesia shot into Dust Ball's bloodstream as she slammed her eyes shut. Even though she was furious, she offered zero resistance.

Moments later, both Matcha and Dust Ball's fur had been trimmed to a mere one-inch length. They looked nothing like their usual selves.

After rounds and rounds of physical examination, the cats were finally brought to their respective cells.

Matcha and Dust Ball followed behind a group of wardens down this long and dingy alley flanked by iron cells on both sides. There were cat beds, squatting toilet and a basin inside each cell for all six cats living inside to share.

As the cats were streamed to their individual cells, it was soon Matcha's turn to enter his.

"Get your a.s.s in there!" The warden instructed as he rammed his foot against the back of Matcha's b.u.t.t. Dust Ball could feel the anger boiling in her blood but was immediately dissuaded by Dust Ball, "Do not do anything stupid, Dust Ball. We need to familiarize ourselves with the environment. Then, we'll find an opportunity to meet up and discuss. Do not be too eager to complete the mission. Practise patience …"

To ensure mission success, Zhao Yao created the mission modules for both Dust Ball and Matcha. This allowed them to accept any missions independently.

Seeing that he was taking his own sweet time, the warden rammed his foot against Matcha once again. Left with no choice, Matcha made his way inside as he watched him lead Dust Ball to another cell.

Now, Matcha was all alone in this foreign cell with four foreign cats. All of their attention was fixed on the newcomer and silence ensued.

The alpha amongst them was a muscular Russian Blue which weighed at least 20 pounds. He was resting on the most comfortable cat bed as its eyes began to scrutinize Matcha nonchalantly.

"Hey, kid. What's your name? And how did you end up here?"

Matcha slowly raised his head with confidence beaming from his eyes. He began to observe the cats with a condescending gaze before announcing smugly, "Silly cats. You have no idea who you are speaking to."

Footages of his previous battle victories flooded his mind, one by one. Heat stained his cheeks when he reminisced how far he had come since the earlier days. With his new found confidence, he sauntered towards a cat bed and cleared his throat, "From today onwards, I'll have the last say in this room. Any objections?"

"Newcomer, do you have any idea who I am?" A tiny cat retorted, "Our boss here is Chic Bro of Fortune Street. He has the power to defeat 10 dogs with a single punch. I suggest you bow down and admit your mistake to save yourself a beating."

Matcha responded with a smirk before flas.h.i.+ng his razor-sharp claws, "Haha, how long has it been since a cat last dared to talk trash with me? A bunch of good-for-nothings! You guys have no idea the disparity in our strength!"

The cats shot each other a glance before the Russian Blue ordered, "You c.o.c.ky b*stard! All of you, attack him now!"

"You are simply courting an early death then." Matcha bellowed in laughter, "I recommend that you guys attack me all at once to save time." With that said, Matcha charged forward with his deadly claws.

Five minutes later, Matcha was lying on the floor with all sorts of scratch marks adorning his body. There were even a few visible bald spots across his back and chest. With his Puss-in-boots eyes, he pleaded, "Fellow bosses, we can always talk things out. There is no need for violence."

Evidently, despite Matcha's very best effort, there was no way he could stand his ground against four cats within this confined s.p.a.ce.

With tears s.h.i.+mmering in his eyes, he stared at his claws and thought, "D*mn it, if Zhao Yao didn't trim my claws, all this wouldn't have happened! I would never have fallen to these four r*tards!"

The fat Russian Blue sn.i.g.g.e.red before asking once again, "So what's your name and your story?"

Matcha immediately explained, without omitting any details, "My name is George. I was thrown into prison because I killed a cat."

"Killed a cat?" The tiny cat was shocked, "How many cats did you kill?"

Matcha slowly struggled to his feet with a certain viciousness in his eyes, "While my s.h.i.+t cleaner was sleeping, I took this opportunity to obliterate all 15 cats living in my house …"

Bam! The fat Russian Blue slammed its even fatter paw against Matcha's head and roared, "Who gave you permission to get on your feet?"

With Matcha squashed beneath his feet, the Russian Blue scoffed, "I'm not interested in all these exaggerations. Tell me the truth."

"But I'm telling you the …"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Matcha's cheeks immediately turned swollen from the avalanche of slaps. With its beady eyes locked onto Matcha, Chic Bro asked, "Do you think that I'm an idiot?"

Matcha instantly shook his head violently and replied, "No."

The fat Russian Blue crouched next to Matcha and whispered into his ears, "In that case, do you think that you are an idiot?"

Once again, Matcha began to shake his head before replying, "I'm sorry."

Finally, the fat Russian Blue relaxed his grip and asked, "Now, tell me what exactly happened. What brought you here today?"

"Ac … Actually, I've never killed a single cat. I was thrown here for a fraud. I only said all these nonsense so that you guys will be afraid of me."

"That's right. No one would believe a single word you said with that dumb face of yours. I'm sure I could have annihilated you before I was even awakened." Finally, Chic Bro nodded his head and asked, "George the fraud, from today onwards, do you know which bed you're sleeping on?"

Matcha's eyes followed the direction which Chic Bro pointed towards and noticed a tattered bed in the corner of the room. If he didn't mention, Matcha had long mistaken it for trash. It was also the one nearest to the toilet.

A tinge of anger flashed across his eyes as Matcha shot Chic Bro a death glare.

Obviously, Chic Bro was not too happy with Matcha's action and asked, "Kid, are you asking for another round of beating?"

Matcha immediately lowered his head and made his way towards that hideous bed. The remaining cats bellowed in laughter as they watched Matcha's walk of shame. In his head, Matcha was screaming, "D*mn it! I'll let you know the true meaning of terror the moment I contact either Zhao Yao or Dust Ball! All of you better watch out!"

After the tormenting first night, it was soon breakfast followed by some individual admin time.

All the cats were currently gathered in an open field which had lots of toys, kitty towers scattered all across the place.

Suddenly, Matcha caught sight of his savior, Dust Ball, and came running towards her with tears rolling down his cheeks, "Dust Ball! Dust Ball! I finally found you!"