Chapter 695: Bottle Of Pills
Unfortunately, there was no way a miracle would suddenly occur in a situation like this. No matter how desperate Zeke was gesturing at his own body, in the assassin’s eyes, he was no different than a kitten who suddenly threw a tantrum out of nowhere. Or to be exact, at that time, he was not in a state to care about anything. His silver eyes were impassive as he stared at the black kitten running round and round the table like a headless fly.
Goodness, never before had Zeke been so frustrated in his life! Seeing the stupid assassin merely watching him with an expressionless face only made him want to smack him right on the face. Too bad, now was not the time to engage in a fight. He really could not hold his bladder any longer!
Zeke glanced at the bathroom with a do-or-die expression. Well, he had already tried jumping off the table once, and he knew that the kitten’s body was agile enough to do that. The main problem was... he had no idea whether his bladder would hold on if he made any excessive movement! Just the thought of peeing himself on the way to the bathroom made him want to bash his head on the nearest surface and die!
Alas, did he have any other choice? It was not like he could rely on this stupid, dim-witted assassin!
Gritting his teeth, Zeke went to the edge of the table, held his breath sharply then tried to jump as lightly as he could. Success! Not daring to let his guard down, he immediately dashed to the bathroom and slipped through the little crack on the door as if his little life depended on it.
Zeke heaved a sigh of relief when the toilet automatically flushed the pee for him. His whole body felt so comfortable as if his bones had melted into liquid. And then, when he lifted his head, he saw the stupid assassin staring at him through the crack of the door, his eyes profound and unfathomable.
Zeke: "..." Oops.
He had forgotten that he was supposed to act like a cat. Which kitten that was barely two or three months old knew how to use a toilet? If he had come across something like this in his own body, he would have caught the kitten and thrown it to the institute to be dissected! What kind of demonic cat was this?!
However, Zeke’s skin was much thicker than average people. Even if he had been caught red-handed, he could still lift his chin haughtily and bare his fangs at the assassin, provoking. What do you have to say, stupid assassin? Want to fight?