Chapter 62

Under her fierce gaze, the man's heart raced, and he actually broke out in a cold sweat all over his head.

He opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish, a layer of chill rising from his feet to his limbs: "Who, who are you?"

"Sister!" The two children, like swallows returning to the nest, the drifting, homeless little boat finally found a shore to rest; Xue Xiaotao burst into laughter, looked up at her, and clapped foolishly: "Great, so amazing! Even more amazing than Ultraman!"

After he said that, Ling Yue lowered her eyes, suddenly recalling that the nickname drawn in the live stream was Ultraman Light, and the two children who believed in light.

Zhou Xiaozhao's eyes shone like a 500-watt light bulb, compared to his clueless little playmate, he was more precocious, unable to resist approaching Ling Yue: "Host sister, it's him! He's this big bad guy!"

At the same time, the fatty chirp he held in his hand scratched his fingertips, stretched its neck and let out a chirping accusation: "Big monster, it's him, it's him!"

"Big bad guy, big liar! The super powerful monster, quickly destroy him!"

This warm scene fiercely stabbed Boss Du, who was covered in mess, as he swallowed his saliva and his eyes turned vicious: "Looking like this, you must be the parents of those two brats, right? Do you think this way you can shirk responsibility?"

Ling Yue only needed one sentence to leave him speechless: "What to shirk? Do you dare say this silver-throated long-tailed tit is your pet?"

Boss Du choked: "How isn't it? What basis do you have to say that?"

Ling Yue laughed out loud; he probably still doesn't know that his actions have already been exposed in the live stream, and the netizens who heard this in the live stream cursed even more fiercely.

【How unreasonable, bullying kids and still shouting they dare to bully the host!】

【Hahahaha I'm dying laughing, say, keep saying, still don't realize you've kicked an iron plate!】

【Help help help how is this so funny hahaha】

【I'm speechless, how dare he?】

On the other side, Shen Ziyi, having reacted, walked forward slowly holding a selfie stick, her heart pounding, the closer she got, the more nervous she became—this is a real, live host!

Shen Ziyi, very perceptive, suppressed her own thoughts; she knew Ling Yue never lied, especially since she also had such miraculous ability.

The other onlookers didn't know this; they recognized Boss Du and instinctively spoke for him: "You little girl, what basis do you have to say that? Old Du is the owner of the flower and bird market, don't talk nonsense!"

"Really drunk, finally understand why there are those two brats—turns out the parents are just bear parents!"

"Comrade, if you say that you need evidence! Otherwise it's slander!"

In a moment, the crowd surrounded them from all sides; Ling Yue, a girl protecting two children, looked truly unable to cope alone, and Master Jiang instinctively pushed aside a chattering aunt: "Who are you talking about?"

The aunt's voice stalled, she shivered and looked up: "You, you what are you going to do?"

"Master Jiang." Ling Yue, surrounded in the center, was not nervous at all; instead she spoke with ease: "You step aside, I'll talk to them."

Her voice was cold, making people tense up involuntarily: "You want evidence? I can let it prove itself. Your so-called video and anklet—could they possibly outweigh the animal's own will?"

"Let the little fatty chirp speak for itself—just who is its owner?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd let out low gasps—how could that be!

Even Boss Du himself couldn't help laughing, thinking he was crazy to argue with a mad woman.

At that moment, Zhou Xiaozhao let out a cry, his cupped hands holding the little fatty chirp, which tremulously spread its wings and chirped toward the culprit, Boss Du.

"I just hurt my leg, I'm not dead!"

"You damned big bad guy, big liar, I'll peck you to death!"

"Trembling, I have no master, I am free, all little fatty chirps are free! You damned human!"

Little Fatty Xue Xiaotao hurriedly aimed his phone at the little fatty chirp; the live stream's netizens could see clearly, and instantly they were full of anticipation.

【Here it comes! The host starts the performance!】

【The great summoner returns to the martial world, let me see who's unlucky! 【hehe】】

Under everyone's gaze, the little fatty chirp actually flew up low, a height more than a person's tall enough for it to peck Boss Du's face; although not enough to be fatal, it still hurt badly.

It pecked like a woodpecker, bang bang bang several times, Boss Du immediately shouted in pain: "Get lost! Get lost, you damn fat bird! Get lost!"

The little fatty chirp was as agile as a small cannonball, darting left and right, especially lively.

【Come on come on! Go on, go little fatty chirp!】

【Hahaha bite him bite him bite him to death! That bad guy!】

Ling Yue's live stream netizens shouted how satisfying it was; on the other side, Shen Ziyi couldn't help rubbing her eyes, certain and sure she hadn't mistaken, and those who shared her thoughts were precisely the live stream's netizens.

【My goodness! Is this really real?!】

Untold numbers of people gasped before the screen, staring fixedly at this scene.

Shen Ziyi's live stream, because it captured the little fatty chirp's revenge story, saw its viewer count surge upward! Soon it broke through the bottleneck she wanted to rush through; she never expected that just brushing against Ling Yue's a bit of heat would benefit her greatly.

At the same time, Shen Ziyi also understood that if she couldn't maintain it, this popularity would quickly plummet.

But no matter what, it's all thanks to Ling Yue's favor!

Here, after the little fatty chirp had pecked enough, it landed back in the children's palms, it caught its breath, muttering as it tidied its messy, fluffy feathers.

Every move was utterly adorable.

The little fatty chirp tremulously chirped at Ling Yue: "Sniffle sniffle sniffle, thank you, great monster, I will surely repay the kindness!"

"Ahhh so great, so great! Beating the bad guy feels awesome!"

It chattered on endlessly, from its own abilities to bringing honor to its ancestors; Ling Yue's eyes flashed, a small milk ball exuding a rich milky scent was shoved to the little fatty chirp's beak—before it could react, its mouth snapped shut on it, and in an instant the little fatty chirp's pea‑sized eyes burst with bright light.

Knowing it couldn't swallow it, it still strained its neck to gulp, drooling and humming as it began to eat.

Sniffle sniffle sniffle, so fragrant, so fragrant.

The little fatty chirp tried hard to eat it, but it didn't work well; it held it in its beak, waiting slowly, and refused to let go.

The live stream's netizens saw its greedy look and instantly burst into laughter.

【Hahaha greedy little fatty chirp!】

【It's not me saying—does the host herself also find it noisy? Its little mouth chatters nonstop, constantly chirping~】

【Adorable to death ah ah ah, why is the little fatty chirp so cute!】

【Host, what should we do about that bad guy… wait, he's trying to run! Quick, catch him!】

Boss Du, become the target of everyone's anger, panicked and wanted to flee in the chaos; the next moment his shoulder jerked sideways, a steel‑like big hand slapped his shoulder, and Jiang Zhengping stared at him: "Trying to run?"

Jiang Zhengping turned to tell Ling Yue: "Director Ling, this person wanted to leave, but I stopped him."

Ling Yue watched him; behind them on a large tree, at some point, the crow led part of the small birds to disappear without a trace.

Boss Du winced in pain, grimacing, and hastily shook his head: "No, no, I'm innocent!"

Ling Yue gave him a cold stare, not even bothering to respond: "Regarding the silver-throated long-tailed tit, shouldn't we clarify things? It has proven itself to be wild, and our country forbids the illegal trade of wild wildlife—what's your deal?"

Those words left everyone shocked and pale.

Little Fatty held up his phone, earnestly chiming in: "The streamer sister is right—you, you're committing an illegal crime!"

Zhou Xiaozhao cradled the Little Fatty Chirp and said bluntly: "Wrongdoers can't deny it—we recorded the whole thing on our live stream, and everyone saw it clearly!"

Hearing those words, Boss Du was even more shocked; so stunned that his facial expression faltered, he lowered his head as if ashamed: "I was wrong!"

Upon hearing that, his longtime neighbors of many years stared in disbelief.

Boss Du felt so guilty he couldn't even lift his head, and he said solemnly: "I know I was wrong; I shouldn't have lost my mind, done something wrong. Everyone trusts me—I was just momentarily confused, and I'll never dare do it again."

Many were doubtful, but only Ling Yue watched coldly from the sidelines, observing those pleading; the Little Fatty Chirp finally couldn't hold back, fluttering its wings to fly onto her hand, chirping: "Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

"Fake, it's all fake! The big villain snatched away our whole family—my mother and sister are gone, waa waa waa X﹏X"

Its escape was also a matter of unfortunate chance.

Originally, the plump chirp family lived happily in the Mianyun Mountains; this person lured them with food, then, while they were off guard, cast a huge net. Later, the Little Fatty Chirp, being more agile, slipped away when no one was looking, but its family are all in Boss Du's hands!

"He's a big liar, a great monster—don't believe him, he's too evil!"

As she spoke, she worked herself up into a round, fluffy little ball.

Ling Yue cupped it in both hands, afraid it might faint and fall; the Little Fatty Chirp's sobbing made her brow tighten—not from annoyance, but from heartache.

Skillfully soothing the Little Fatty Chirp, Ling Yue whispered reassurance: "Lilì, rest easy—I will definitely rescue your family."

According to its description, Boss Du's methods are practiced, clearly not those of a novice; the number of "victims" in his hands, Ling Yue dare not even guess, and she realizes he's likely been operating here for seven or eight years—what could his aim be?

Ling Yue was certain that behind Boss Du there must be other people!

At the same time, on the sparsely populated pet street, the crow led a flock of little followers toward their destination, as everyone was distracted by the earlier hustle and bustle, failing to notice this small group of low-flying birds circling overhead.

Not long after, the pet street's little follower sparrows chirped: "Boss, we've arrived—right here!"

The crow took a close look; as a cultured bird, it could already recognize a few characters: "Linmu Pet Shop!"

It's so close—just a few hundred steps on foot—no wonder he could return so quickly!

The crow waved its wings: "Underlings, move out!"

The glass door was pushed open by the birds' combined effort; the crow darted inside, where most of the pets were delicate, small caged birds, lazily preening their feathers, only showing a bit of liveliness when customers arrived.

Seeing the door open, the canary in its cage leapt up, about to burst into song, but then it saw—a flock of pitch‑black birds!

The room was like a ladle of water flung into a boiling oil pot—instantly it exploded.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"How can there be such black birds? How ugly!"

"What do you want? What's your name?" These birds had been raised by humans since birth; most had never seen their own kind, especially crows, a bird not particularly favored by people.

"I know, I know!" the most worldly‑wise tiger‑pattern parrot shouted at the top of its lungs: "This is a flock of black crows! Their cries are especially harsh—no human likes them!"

The wary birds instantly relaxed; the cute little pearl‑spotted bird lowered its head and pecked at the food in the seed tray.

In the next moment, they noticed something unusual about this flock of crows—why were they so confident?

The leading crow was pitch‑black all over, its feathers glossy, holding its head high and chest out as it scanned the room, showing not a trace of panic.

The crow heard all their discussion, but it didn't take it to heart; in the words it had learned, that is "a frog in a well cannot speak of the ocean, a summer insect cannot speak of ice."

It spread a pair of strong, beautiful wings and commanded its followers: "The time has come to show the strength of our crows—everyone search, see if there's any place to hide the birds; we must find them!"

The squad replied in unison, searching even more meticulously than humans, leaving no corner unchecked.

But before long, the room had been turned upside down—there was nothing, not even a single strange feather.

The crow was a clever bird; it leapt onto the table, seeing all the birds' eyes fixed on it, not only unafraid but even giving a slight bow, as refined as a person.

The crow introduced itself: "I am the one my master sent here to ask you something—you've surely lived here a long time and know the misdeeds of this shop's owner!"

As soon as it finished speaking, every bird in the shop stared at it; the largest tiger‑pattern parrot shrank its neck, afraid to make a sound.

As the shop's greeter bird, it certainly knew.

Whenever the boss went out on a trip, he'd bring back a whole load of birds; it had even seen the most ferocious raptor—a tremendously fierce Eastern Sea Hawk, its claws thick and sharp, its whole body bulging with muscle, sporting a pair of large wings; it should be the sky's overlord, yet now it's bound in a cage by humans.

The Eastern Sea Hawk's gaze was as terrifying as a blade, making it tremble whenever it recalled it.

Having lived long in the human world, the relatively high‑IQ tiger‑pattern parrot knows the shop owner is committing crimes, but it's just a bird, its human speech halting, so it can only show off among these newly arrived little birds.

At that moment, upon suddenly hearing the crow's question, the tiger‑pattern parrot hesitated.

Yet its hesitation couldn't escape the sharp‑eyed crow: "You!"

The tiger‑pattern parrot startled, locking eyes with the crow: "It's you—don't look at the other birds, that speckled tiger‑pattern great parrot!"

"Tell us everything you know."

The other birds in the shop stirred; some unaware newcomers trembled with fear, for the crow's words were just like a gang's big sister—those in the know grew even more anxious, worrying about their companions.

Another, slightly smaller tiger‑pattern parrot hopped up and down in its cage, shouting urgently: "I know too—let me speak, you mustn't hurt it!"

The tiger‑pattern parrot blurted out without thinking: "Qiao Qiao, what nonsense are you spouting? I know—I'm the one who knows best; I've been in this shop over five years, the oldest resident here."

As it spoke, it couldn't help but mock itself; the tiger‑pattern parrot named Qiao Qiao blinked, on the verge of tears.

At a glance, the crow saw they were a parrot couple, seeming as if they were about to be parted forever, leaving it bewildered.

The crow's little sister also wondered: "Wow, the big sis just asked a question—are the parrots' feelings really this over the top?"

The other followers all exclaimed, "I've really broadened my horizons!"

At that moment, the crow coughed lightly: "Then we'll take both."

The couple facing life‑and‑death stared, stunned, through the cage bars; the great tiger‑pattern parrot spread its legs, crouched in the cage, its mind filled with "done, done!"

What no bird expected was that, after the crow spoke, several small crows opened the cage, releasing the tiger‑pattern parrot; it flapped its wings awkwardly, but birds are born for the sky, and in no time it soared freely without hindrance.

A cool breeze brushed over its feathers—this was the taste of freedom.

Two tiger-skin parrots went out and came back in pairs, inseparable, they lived and flew together indoors for a while before finally landing on the table in front of Ya Ya.

The large tiger-skin parrot stood in front of Ya Ya: "I don't know what you want to do, but I know everything about the question you want to ask, you bastard! He really ought to die!"

The confused little bird looked at the indignant tiger-skin parrot and retorted, "Why are you saying that? Boss is actually nice."

"Yeah, yeah, Boss feeds us fragrant food every day and cares about us."

"Nonsense!" The little wife Qiao Qiao, anxious, kicked at them through the cage and shouted, "What do you know? None of you have even stayed half a month, what kindness—he's just a demon wearing human skin!"

Not knowing what she had thought of, Qiao Qiao's eyes welled up with big tears as she began to explain the reason—

"You don't know anything; the little birds that manage to stay a year in our shop are only surviving by risking their lives."

The fledgling little bird was startled by its words, looking at it in shock.

Qiao Qiao began to recount: "Externally, Boss Du's flower and bird market does exceptionally well; his shop's birds are often changed, and the neighboring people are extremely envious, even asking for his business secrets."

Boss Du humbly chuckled: "It's because the birds are good; he's just running a normal business."

Other shop owners grew envious, but how could those people possibly know—

Changing the birds isn't because they were sold, but because they fell ill and couldn't be treated; Boss Du threw them away, and without exception, they all died.

Only a small portion were fortunate enough to be noticed by customers and given a new life.

Because the profits from illegally buying and selling wild animals far outweigh those of honest business—who knows how many times greater. These birds and this flower and bird market are merely tools the boss uses to conceal his deeds.

Qiao Qiao said sarcastically: "No wonder those people say that any profitable business is written into the criminal law."

Suddenly hearing the inside story, the little birds were stunned, yet they saw the senior birds beside them nodding; the reason they act so lively when customers come is precisely because they want to escape this den of iniquity.

The naturally timid canary shrank into a ball from fright, unable to move at all: "So scary, so scary QAQ"

The two petite pearl bird spouses huddled together, shivering, to keep each other warm.

More birds felt panicked and uneasy, asking, "What should we do?"

They aren't stupid; knowing what they would face under the demon's control, they should flee at once—but most of them are pet birds, lacking any ability to survive in the wild.

The clever canary quietly turned its gaze toward Ya Ya; the earlier black-triad aura that had frightened the birds now became a full sense of security.

Ya Ya, not being blind, naturally saw those timid, fearful gazes of the birds, and grew ever more proud, puffing out his chest and speaking in a refined manner: "Humans have a saying: strike first to be strong, strike later to suffer; why don't you join forces and overthrow him?"

He grandly declared: "My master will certainly help you homeless birds."

He cited examples of the stray base and the villa's little kittens; the little story was especially vivid, many birds listened and their confidence doubled, nimbly moving about in their cages—only one silent canary remained utterly silent.

However, at that moment, nobody noticed.

Ya Ya's gaze fell on the large tiger-skin parrot: "Now you should tell me, where are those captured small animals kept?"

The tiger-skin parrot Banban nodded, saying: "I know! I certainly know!"

"If you first asked the other birds in this shop, including my wife Qiao Qiao, they wouldn't know— that place…" He ruffled his feathers, as if recalling something, his voice turning hoarse: "Only I know; that place is literally a dragon's pool and tiger's den!"

Half a minute later, Ya Ya was led by the tiger-skin parrot Banban, who pushed open the door to the shop's rear courtyard, and Banban pointed to the ajar large door.

Ya Ya was about to fly in when the tiger-skin parrot Banban hurriedly called out: "No!"

"Inside are two vicious dogs! They guard the house; if you go in, they'll surely bite you to death!"

Ya Ya, on the contrary, grew interested: "I'll just give it a try."

Half a minute later, Ya Ya flew out of the room like the wind, closely followed as the door burst open; two large Rottweilers suddenly darted out, the door slammed against the wall with two loud bangs.

They shook their fur, imposing, standing left and right like two door guardians!

They seemed to notice something, suddenly turning their heads; their ferocious gaze stabbed straight at Ya Ya, that tearing-apart look made Ya Ya stagger, almost falling from the wall, fortunately he still had a pair of wings.

Not to mention Ya Ya being afraid, even a grown man couldn't help but retreat!

An even more horrifying scene unfolded: the two Rottweilers seemed hungry, walking toward their dog bowls; in the basins as large as washbasins lay dead birds, their feathers glistening with a moist sheen, fresh blood indicating they had just died.

The dogs, accustomed to this, their pallid fangs capable of tearing anything, gulped down the birds like wolves, crushing even the bones.

Ya Ya shook his body, turned his head away—those were their own kind; hurting one's own kind, perhaps not long ago it had been freely singing in the forest.

This avian corpse likewise plainly revealed everything.

He repeatedly asked the parrot Banban, confirming that the captured birds were inside the house; Ya Ya then turned and flew off, leaving a few small birds to continue monitoring.

Qiao Qiao flew to her mate's side, tilted her head: "Husband, can they really pull it off?"

Banban watched the diminishing black dot in the sky, speaking solemnly: "I don't know either, but it's surely better than doing nothing at all."

The two parrots snuggled together, while the other birds, terrified to the point of trembling, uttered: "QAQ"

At the center of Pet Street, Ling Yue watched him feign ignorance, her gaze growing colder; if it weren't for waiting for Ya Ya's news, she would have already led her people straight to Boss Du's flower and bird market.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew across the sky; Ya Ya squawked loudly as he rushed over: "Master, I found it!"

To everyone else, it was just a crow suddenly flying out; everyone's faces turned pale, and they instinctively stepped back.

Obviously, they recalled the terrifying scene just moments before.

Boss Du's heart jumped; an ominous premonition welled up, as if a black veil shrouded his heart.

Ling Yue glanced at him; her frosty stare made his whole body stiffen, he harbored secret resentment yet pleaded: "I was just momentarily bewitched; could you spare me this once? I won't dare again!"

The little creature in Ling Yue's palm chirped loudly: "You big bastard, sparing you would spare none of my family, waa waa waa waa great monster…" It looked hopefully at Ling Yue, its pea‑sized eyes glimmering with a hint of hope: "Great monster, please save my family."

Ling Yue stroked its head; the soft, warm fur clearly told her this was a living creature.

She lifted her eyes, the coldness in them congealing: "I don't believe it."

"I don't believe someone like you can change."

The surrounding crowd, hearing this, fell into another bout of doubt; some muttered, pleading, "It's just a bird, after all—do we really need to make such a fuss?"

The Ya Ya perched on Ling Yue's shoulder wished to peck at them one by one: "What do you mean 'just a bird'? It's clearly… clearly… many, many birds."

At that moment, several vehicles appeared simultaneously at the entrance of Pet Street, stopped, and a few burly men stepped out; seeing Ling Yue, their eyes lit up instantly: "Streamer!"

"Pah!" Upon seeing Boss Du, they spat directly: "Is it him? This guy is truly heinous! Streamer, tell us what you need—we're all ears."

Ling Yue: "Then let's go together."

She gave Boss Du a smirking glance: "Come with me, let's see whether you've strayed onto the wrong path or are simply incorrigible!"