Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Humph……"

Dark purple slanted his eyes, which were as cold as frost. He scanned the 11 tribes in front of him with a cold gaze, then stepped forward steadily, emitting a cold aura. His voice was like the cold wind of December, resounding and resounding:

"Can the bet be fulfilled?"

These brief words instantly broke the originally peaceful atmosphere.

In an instant, the 11 tribes were in an uproar. The cats looked at each other, and noisy discussions surged like a surging tide.

"Bet? What bet? We don't know."

The situation instantly got out of control and became chaotic.

"These little kitties are so arrogant! They even dare to make a bet with us..."

"It's just that he doesn't know his place..."

"But we are cats who value integrity!"

"Integrity? We have different strengths, so how can there be any integrity..."

Several cats gathered together, whispering to each other, their eyes full of evasion, trying to use this appearance to cover up their inner guilt;

"Shh..."

Some cats had confused expressions on their faces, pretending to be innocent, as if they really knew nothing about the bet.

"What? Is the tribal leader trying to cheat?"

Mo Zi's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and her aura became increasingly fierce. She took a step forward, and each step was steady and powerful.

His eyes were like sharp blades, sweeping straight across each cat, and his voice was low but extremely intimidating:

"Are you trying to pretend to have forgotten the bet we made? Now that we've won, we of the Hai Clan will naturally take what you treasure most."

"What!"

When the leader of the Shen tribe heard this, he instantly became furious. The hair on his body stood up in anger, and he looked like a lit powder keg.

He suddenly leaped forward, digging the ground with his sharp claws, raising a cloud of dust, and roared at the top of his voice:

"What's the most precious thing? Aren't you guys just trying to steal it?"

The sharp and piercing voice, filled with anger and unwillingness, echoed in the empty venue.

"That's right, you asked for the most precious thing right away!"

The elder of the Wei tribe was so angry that his beard was shaking wildly. His eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with resentment, and his tone was full of indignation:

"You're going too far! Why are you taking away all the wealth we've worked so hard to build?"

As he spoke, he stamped his feet in anger, causing the gravel on the ground to fly everywhere.

"Everyone, just start right away..."

The young warrior of the Si tribe even directly drew out the gleaming cold blade from his waist and pointed it fiercely at Mo Zi, his eyes wide open with anger, as if the rage in his eyes wanted to burn everything to ashes:

"If you want what we hold most dear, then first ask the knife in my hand if it agrees!"

His body was shaking uncontrollably with anger, and the surging fighting spirit in him seemed like it could trigger a war at any moment.

The scene suddenly became tense, the air seemed to be ignited, sparks flew, and it was about to explode.

"They are a bunch of idiots who only know how to cheat. They don't even care about integrity!"

"You better be careful, Maruko. You're a little hurt!"

"You don't need to worry about this, stinky fart spirit. Don't let me save you later!"

The kittens of the Xingluo class were not to be outdone. They immediately assumed a fighting stance, their muscles tensed and their eyes determined, forming a sharp standoff with the other tribes.

"Ahem, wait a minute!"

At this critical moment, Gongping was extremely anxious. He rushed to the center, waving his hands vigorously and shouting at the top of his voice:

"Everyone, calm down! We have a contract, don't be impulsive! Let's talk it over!"

His voice seemed a little thin in the chaotic noise, but it carried an unquestionable power as he tried to calm the conflict that was about to break out.

"What about the contract? You're just trying to steal our most precious thing..."

"Even if the Sect Master comes, we can't agree to this!"

As the smell of gunpowder in the air grew stronger, the cats from all tribes stood up with their fur and tensed their muscles, ready to pounce and fight at any moment. A fierce battle was about to break out.

At this critical moment, Mo Zi spoke again. Although his voice was not loud, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting every cat's heart.

"I didn't tell you clearly what I wanted before."

Her tone was neither hurried nor slow, with a faint echo at the end.

As the words fell, Mo Zi instantly swept his cold eyes across the 11 tribes in front of him, his gaze as sharp as an eagle, "I just want the pendant on your chest."

"What, this..."

"Uh, what does this mean?"

The whole place fell silent in an instant, so quiet that even the rustling of wind through gravel could be heard clearly.

"My dear fellow, do you understand? What does she mean?"

"Uh, that should be the literal meaning, right?"

The leader of the Shen tribe, who was originally aggressive and fierce, froze in mid-air with his raised claws. The anger on his face was replaced by deep doubt before it faded away.

His eyes widened, and he subconsciously covered his chest with the metal pendant engraved with an ancient totem, blurting out:

"What? Just this?"

"Um?"

The elder of the Wei tribe suddenly stopped stroking his beard, his brows knitted into a knot, his eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance:

"Although this pendant isn't a priceless treasure, it holds extraordinary significance for our tribe. What do you want it for?"

The young warrior of the Si tribe was even more disdainful. He snorted heavily from his nose, casually shook the weapon in his hand, and his face was full of impatience:

"I thought it was some grand request, but you're making such a fuss just for this lousy pendant?"

"Isn't there something wrong with this?"

At the same time, the leaders of each tribe began to murmur in their hearts.

They thought that the Hai tribe would take this opportunity to impose harsh conditions, such as ceding territory, offering large amounts of supplies, or even requiring elite members of their tribe to join the Hai tribe.

After all, the Hai Clan had a complete dominant position in this bet and was confident enough to make any demands. But who would have thought that the Hai Clan only wanted the pendant on their chest.

While this pendant carries the history and glory of each tribe, it pales in comparison to the practical benefits it offers. What deeper meaning lies behind this? Could it be that this pendant holds a secret they've never yet discovered? What exactly is the Hai Clan planning?

"Humph……"

Mo Zi was unmoved by the crowd's reactions. She raised her head slightly, and the cold moonlight fell on her, outlining her cold and resolute figure:

"You don't need to ask any more questions. Just hand over the pendant as agreed. I guarantee on the Hai Clan's honor that I will not harm the pendant in the slightest, nor will I reveal any secrets related to it."

"That's right, peace is the most important thing!"

Gongping quickly stepped forward, his expression solemn, his gaze sweeping over every cat present:

"The contract is established and cannot be violated. Since it was originally agreed that the losing party would satisfy the Hai Clan's demands, now is the time to keep the promise."

"What should be done about this?"

The leaders of each tribe looked at each other, then gathered together and discussed in a low and anxious voice.

"Should I give it to her? After all, I heard those two guys talk about the inn before..."

"Oh, these things really make me distressed!"

The Shen leader had a troubled expression on his face. He kept stroking the pendant, his fingertips repeatedly tracing over the ancient totem, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision.

"What do you guys think?"

“It’s true that there are some…”

The elder of the Wei tribe frowned even deeper, and argued quietly with the tribesmen around him, his voice full of anxiety and uneasiness;

"What do you think, Patriarch? I don't think it matters!"

"Well, after all, this is just an ordinary thing. I think trust is more important..."

Although the young warriors of the Si tribe looked reluctant and kept muttering, they did not dare to openly violate the contract.

"Hmph, forget it..."

After a moment, the leader of the Shen tribe sighed heavily, took off the pendant, strode forward, threw the pendant fiercely on the sand in front of Mo Zi, and said in a muffled voice:

"Take it, I hope you keep your word!"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it anymore, you can take it!"

Then, other tribes also handed over the pendants one after another.

Mo Zi leaned over and picked up the pendants one by one, her movements gentle yet full of ritual.

She carefully placed the pendant into a special cloth bag, then turned around and nodded to the members of the Hai tribe.

"Why do you only want this useless pendant?"

"These things really give me a headache!"

The Hai tribe's team walked away under the moonlight, and the 11 tribes left behind looked at their departing backs, their hearts full of confusion and unwillingness.