Famous was surprised again. No wonder the pebble didn't hit Famous, it wasn't the target. The pebble was for something behind it. What was it? Was it a beast that had been quietly waiting for an opportunity to attack? At the thought of beast, the appearance of that Mastiff King emerged in Famous's mind. It turned back carefully, trying to get a look at what it was under the dim moonlight. There was no beast, but there was a little white animal who was scared by the pebble and came out of the bush. Just like Famous, it had barely recovered from the shock. The young man sneered in a self-deprecating way. His voice was especially loud in the silent jungle. "A kitten, a cute one. I've been so paranoid recently. I almost killed a creature for no reason."