After some research, Li Rui discovered that the little cat had quite a heavy aura of death, likely wouldn't last long, and it was only because these peripheral members were so amateur that if they had switched to someone more experienced, it would have been easily noticed.
Meanwhile, he noticed this creature had a little bell tied on its chin that wouldn't ring. There was a fine line sticking out, he pulled it with his hand, revealing a crumpled little note.
[Any intel? Write it here.]
Li Rui frowned.
How the hell am I supposed to write without a pen?
Thinking it over, he bit his finger and used the zipper dipped in blood to write.
Seriously, who would do such a thing, squatting in a restroom in the middle of the night to write a blood letter—this task is really a serious pain.
After finishing, he blew the note dry and stuffed it back into the bell, then walked out holding the cat.
