Warren Lee rented an apartment near Chuhua University. He had already bought a house, which wasn’t far from the university, but it was currently being renovated and wouldn’t be ready for at least half a year, so he found a place to stay for now and paid six months’ rent in advance.

Last time, the mother and daughter Logan Bennett saw on the big lawn were the wife and child of Warren Lee’s comrade-in-arms. That comrade had unfortunately died on a mission, and Warren Lee had been helping to look after them, often visiting the mother and daughter even after leaving the service.

The place Warren Lee rented wasn’t far from the East Family Compound. It was just a five-minute walk from the east gate of the university, and many students rented apartments in that area.

After arriving at his rental, Warren Lee let Logan Bennett out of the car. “Go back on your own. If you have free time, practice your skills. As a cat who likes to wander everywhere, if you don’t have some skills, sooner or later you’ll get caught in a ‘dragon-tiger fight.’ I’ll be running in the school in the mornings, around six or seven o’clock. If you want to run, you can join me. That’s it.”

With that, Warren Lee locked the car and went upstairs, not caring whether leaving the cat here would get it caught by someone. Warren Lee thought, if this cat was so easy to catch, then it deserved it, and he wouldn’t have to bother training it.

Logan Bennett was fairly familiar with the area. He ignored the calls from a few passing students and walked around them toward the east gate.

“That cat is so aloof.”

“Yeah, unlike that calico from a couple of days ago that would roll around.”

“Are all black cats like this?”

“No way, my aunt’s family also has a black cat, and it loves to act cute, not like this one…”

Logan Bennett listened to the group of female students talking behind him and twitched his ears. He was in a bad mood—roll around? Act cute? Screw that!

He had to admit, though, that as he climbed over the wall into the East Family Compound, he suddenly felt much calmer and more at peace. Maybe this was what they called a sense of belonging?

Before Logan Bennett could finish his sentimental thoughts, a dog’s bark turned his newly peaceful mood cloudy.

He recognized that bark. He hadn’t heard it for a month, and the compound had been peaceful for a month as well.

Logan Bennett turned his head and saw a dog running toward him with a bottle of mineral water in its mouth, its owner chasing and shouting behind.

The dog’s name was Sahara—not after the famous desert, but because of its bloodline. Apparently, it had three breeds in it: Samoyed, Husky, and Labrador.

Sahara had the serious expression of a Husky, but with the upturned mouth of a Samoyed, which together made it look rather sleazy. It had inherited the intelligence of a Labrador, but unfortunately, that intelligence was never put to good use.

For example, right now, Sahara was running around with a bottle of mineral water its owner had just bought, probably just enjoying being chased.

Whoosh—

Sahara’s sharp teeth punctured the plastic bottle, and the water, under pressure, sprayed out—right as Sahara ran past Logan Bennett. Logan Bennett didn’t have time to dodge and got hit squarely.

Was his reaction really that slow?

The culprit had already run off with the leaking bottle. Logan Bennett shook the water off his body, and before he could sigh, he heard the sound of flapping wings.

A blue figure landed on the compound wall behind him.

“Yesterday I passed by your door~ You were carrying a bucket of water to pour outside~ It splashed on my leather shoes~ The passersby on the road~ All laughed and laughed~~”

Logan Bennett: “……”

Suddenly, he really wanted to die.

Chapter 12: Nothing’s Worse Than Long Fleas

Shaking the water off his body, Logan Bennett picked up a pebble and chased away the noisy parrot. He retrieved the key and access card from the tree where he hid them, put them back around his neck, slid down the tree, and jogged toward the Jiao family’s building.

He jumped up to swipe the access card and ran all the way to the fifth floor.

Since it was an old building, many residents still kept their metal grille security doors. The Jiao family was no exception, except their metal grille door lock was broken. But since the building was quite secure and this was the fifth floor, no one usually came up here, so it was never fixed. The wooden door was enough.

The grille door was wide open against the wall, so it wouldn’t block people coming and going. After so many years, the door was covered in rust.

Logan Bennett jumped onto the metal grille door, hooked his paws onto the bars near the lock, and clung tightly, then pushed against the wall with his legs. The grille door, with Logan Bennett on it, swung toward the entrance, the rusty hinges screeching sharply.

Just as he was about to reach the lock and insert the key, the door opened from the inside.

Ethan Hill had borrowed Associate Professor Jiao’s computer last night to write his thesis and didn’t sleep on the sofa until almost dawn. He woke up needing to pee, went to the bathroom, and, still groggy, had just lain back down on the sofa when he heard a commotion at the door. He jumped up, didn’t even have time to put on his shoes, and ran to open the door. Boss Jiao had said that when his cat came home, the grille door would make noise.

Ethan Hill had never understood the connection between Boss Jiao’s cat coming home and the grille door making noise, but as he opened the door, he understood—and froze. In front of him, a black cat was hooking its legs and furry paws onto the metal bars of the grille, a key in its mouth, swinging toward the lock with the screech of the hinges.

Logan Bennett clearly hadn’t expected anyone to be home either, and the face looked a bit familiar.