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Cute. Lily blushes a little.

No, not now.

Queeny nods. “Yeah, now all we have to deal with is the Armice advancing. And our troops are much too tired to fight them. The protein shakes this morning are all gone too.”

“What about your healthy salmon sandwiches?” Lily pipes up.

Queeny checks her previously unmentioned watch. “They’re gonna be here in an hour, by twelve. By then, who knows what state we’re in. That’s a pretty long time from now, don’t you think?”

“It’s only been two hours?”

Her man growls in frustration, another CEO shifter trait of his. “We should just eat these cracker houses first, don’t you think?”

Queeny quirks a long eyebrow. Why do we keep mentioning her eyebrow, anyway? “Mate, that’s the whole reason we’re fighting the mice. So they don’t eat up our whole town.”

“But maybe it can’t hurt to sacrifice a single townhouse or two for the greater good.”

“I don’t think just one house could feed our whole alliance, my man Every. That’s more than ten thousand people we’re talking about. So one townhouse is going to turn into two, four, then pretty much the whole town.”

“Again, Queeny, I can’t count.”

“Neither can I, but at least I have something called common sense.”

Now, while the bitches are busy bickering, they ignore the nearing army of mice, even with their blaring drums and guitar strings of a theme song. As they are speaking, Fernando and the first of his goons officially reach the net gates, unstopped by any alliance warrior, too tired from wrestling for the whole morning.

“My buddies,” he calls out to them from behind the anti-mice nets, which are all but a joke when it comes to defending a kingdom from great adversaries, namely him. “I come. Not in peace.”

CHAPTER 24: TERRIFIED CHICKENS AND LAUGHING HYENAS

“You just came? In such a tense situation like this?” Lily gawks at him, supposedly her greatest enemy, who stands just a few feet away. His goons surround him.

“Yes.”

Lily nods like a good old friend. “Understandable. Jerking one off really clears your mind and relaxes your body, huh?”

“That’s not what I meant, bitch,” the mouse king yelps out, this time even louder than when he was making his speeches. A goon beside him jerks at the sudden, unexpected shout.

No pun intended.

Scandalized to his core, Fernando nearly faints, the expression in that moment so disgusted—his cheeks pinched and his mouth flat as a line. The blonde hairs on his head stand up with the shock, giving him the look of a terrified chicken, as opposed to his usual evil-man-who’s-probably-chill-in-real-life look.

Lily snickers.

In that moment of faintness of heart and uncertainty of mind, he nearly calls off his whole commotion, unable to stand her weirdness.

Guess being an exceptionally straightforward person isn’t such a bad thing, after all.

Keeps people away from you.

Even thieves and villains.

And Fernandos.

But not ready, since he’s still here. After a shake of his shaggy head—looks like our villain mastermind who plans everything forgot his rubber bands at home—and a rub of his evil, whiskey eyes, he plucks the net right from its hooks on the pole that holds it up.

And just like that, Lily realizes that the whole place is a goner.

The first little mouse, probably hovering nearby, scuttles in through the wide gap, and after it, a whole horde of rodents and bowties follow.