“Oh my God, you actually went there. I was like – what on earth were you thinking? Are you crazy? How could you steal him away at this time!”

In the hall of a villa outside Manchester, Mbappe complained to his captain with his hands spread out in disbelief. Next to him, there was a large iron cage on the floor with a cloth covering it. From inside came the dissatisfied banging and angry roars of some creature.

Obviously, the person in the cage was the captain of Manchester City next door.

Of course, the one that turned into a cat.

“I said that you called me out mysteriously last night for no good reason. Sure enough, it’s a good thing I didn’t go, otherwise I would have become your accomplice, Augustus.” Mbappe shook his head and continued to complain.

“I can’t control myself. That’s Batty.” Augustus defended himself, “He and I are attracted to each other spiritually. My love for him will never diminish with his appearance. Even if he will never become a human again, I will always love him!”

Mbappé: …

Why does this sound so perverted?

“Then you can’t just… steal him out of the Manchester City base like that.”

“Such a good opportunity, I must seize it.” Augustus walked to the cage and squatted down, teasing the obviously furry Barty Cat inside with his fingers, “Remember my smell quickly, you will live with me from now on.”

Batty the cat did not appreciate it. He leaned against the cage, farthest away from Augustus, growling softly, with his back arched and his sharp claws sticking out from his paws. His two yellow cat eyes were full of caution.

“Oh, your eyes are so round, and your tail is still wagging, how can you be so cute!” Augustus seemed to be oblivious to Barty the Cat’s unfriendly attitude, and was still immersed in his own imagination, “When you get used to it, I will hold you in my arms when you sleep. The first thing I will do when I wake up in the morning is to see the cat curled up in my arms, with its tail hooked on my legs, snoring and still sleeping. It will be so happy!”

Mbappé: …

It’s getting more and more perverted.

“Behave yourself, Augustus.” Mbappe was full of black lines on his face. “He is still a cat now. As far as I know, the platform we are currently on does not allow bestiality. The person will be locked up in a small dark room.”

“Am I abnormal? Aren’t what I just said the thoughts of every cat owner?” Augustus turned his head and gave Mbappe a look that said ‘you are really ignorant’. “Bati is a cat now, and I love him the same way I love cats. It’s you who is too dirty inside, Kylian.”

Mbappé: …
Still Mbappé: Okay.

“Ha! Aww—”

At this time, the Batty the Cat in the cage once again expressed his dissatisfaction with the approach of Augustus, the perverted biped. Along with the roar of the serval, he used his hind legs to jump directly from one end of the cage to Augustus, and then gave him a claw again through the gap in the cage.

“hiss–“

Augustus took two steps back and stood up. His left cheek was painful. He touched it lightly with the back of his hand to check. The wound was long and deep, and blood flowed down to his chin.

In addition to this fresh wound, the French midfielder also had several wounds on his face, all of which were caused when he tried to steal Batty the Cat last night.

“Ha, it seems that you can’t tame either human Batty or serval Batty.” Mbappe crossed his arms and looked at Augustus’ bleeding cheek. He taunted: “You’d better deal with it quickly, otherwise it will leave a scar. Remember what Batty said before? ‘If Augustus is not so crazy, I would be willing to give him a chance for the sake of that face’.”

“You don’t understand. This is a sign of care. Baby Batistuta cares about me, so he would catch me. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he catch you?” Augustus was dismissive of Mbappe’s sarcasm. He waved his hand and said, “Get me the iodine from the backpack over there, Kylian.”

Mbappe rolled his eyes inwardly.

He handed the iodine to Augustus in silence, thinking, thank God he didn’t fall for me, Batty was right to call this guy a lunatic.

While Augustus was treating his wound, Mbappe came to the cage and examined the serval inside. The little guy was still so cautious, but after seeing clearly that the person who came was not Augustus who kidnapped him, his attitude became a little better.

Mbappe carefully put the back of his hand over, and Batty the cat sniffed it, licked him in a friendly manner, then turned around and lay down in the cage with his back to Mbappe.

Suddenly, Mbappe felt a little uncomfortable.

He began to feel sorry for Batty.

Not only did I turn into a cat for no apparent reason, but I was also stolen by a nasty guy and locked in a small cage without any dignity. In a sense, it was like imprisonment.

Suddenly, Mbappe remembered the flamboyant figure running wildly on the green field before, and the arrogant look of that figure looking down at him and touching his head against the light after the World Cup final. He looked into the cage in a trance.

If Batty knew he was locked up, he would be so angry that he would curse.

For a moment, Mbappe suddenly wanted to be like Augustus and sneak in here late at night to take Batistuta away.

But it was only for a moment, and he soon regained his senses.

“Hey Augustus.” The French forward stood up and looked at the captain, “How long are you going to keep him in this broken cage? He is a human being, not a cat.”

Augustus looked over strangely, as if he had not expected Mbappe to ask such a question, “I didn’t lock him up, I just need him to stay in there for a while.”

“Until when?”

“After I’ve dealt with all the threats.” Augustus clattered something out of a drawer. “Since you asked, Killian, come and help me. I’ll open the cage and you hold him down while I put this on him.”

Mbappe was stunned, “That is——”

Augustus raised the object in his hand and shook it.

“As you can see.”

It was a muzzle.

It’s made of leather, half for wearing on dogs or wild animals, a bite stopper.

If you put it on Barty Cat’s mouth…

The focus is on Batty.

Hiss, it tastes so bitter.

Mbappe’s throat moved. He fully suspected that Augustus wanted to take the opportunity to do something: “You——”

“I made this myself, specially for him. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Augustus interrupted him and said in a tone of fascination, “We’ll put this on him later, and then I’ll cut his nails, and then – hehehehehe!”

“What happens then?” To be honest, Mbappe was a little worried about Augustus’ mental state. If things continued like this, things would probably get out of control.

“And then? Then he will become a good baby who can be petted, hugged and kissed!” Augustus said with a blush, “Then I can rub him however I want, his big ears, his little face, his paw pad, the black paw pad, and his tail, the fluffy tail! Ahwww! They are all mine!”

Mbappé: …

Looking at his crazy look, Mbappe’s mouth twitched.

Forget it.

……

“Ah! Quick! Hold it down! Killian! Left leg!”

“I’m holding it down, not – damn it, over there, hurry up!”

“Ow!!!”

“Don’t hide, baby, put it on, put it on! It will be fine soon, it’s okay, baby.”

“My God, he’s so strong. Augustus, are you alright? Is it so hard to cut your nails?”

“I’m trying!”

“Ah I can’t see a thing, Tails Tails! He swung his tail in my face!”

In the room, Augustus was cutting Batty the cat’s nails with the help of Mbappe. As we all know, cats hate having their nails cut the most, so Batty the cat struggled hard and roared through his muzzle, and cat hair flew everywhere in the room.

At this time, the assistant ran in in a panic: “Mr. Rothschild, there are people outside, a lot of people, from Manchester City, they want you to return their captain to them!”

Oh?
Manchester City is here to ask for someone?

Mbappe paused when he heard this, giving Batistuta a chance to break free. Augustus had just trimmed Batistuta’s nails a few seconds ago and was putting a leash on him. He had just put a black leather collar around his neck and was about to hook the leash, when Batistuta broke free from his and Mbappe’s grip and jumped onto the highest cabinet.

“Killian! Look what you’ve done!” Augustus complained, throwing his hands away.

Mbappe stood up and shrugged. It wasn’t entirely his fault. “Manchester City is coming to ask for you, Augustus, what are you going to do?” he asked.

Augustus looked at Barty the Cat on the cabinet, then at his assistant, and ripped open his collar in annoyance.

“Go and send them away.”

……

At the same time, the US EBA, General M is negotiating with the aliens.

After unremitting efforts, they finally got in touch with the Supreme Council of the Wunanawa people this morning. Of course, if these guys had not turned the wife of the researcher in charge of the decryption work into a goldfish, they would not have achieved results so quickly.

“…The destruction of the Earth’s biodiversity is our fault. We should take more proactive measures to deal with it. However, we, the people of Earth, cannot accept your way of directly turning humans into animals.” General M said, “I am sure that in addition to this method, we have other better solutions.”

The Wuna Wu people on the screen communicated with each other for a while, and finally, a figure in a white robe who looked like a high priest stood in front of the camera and raised his frog-like hands towards the earth.

“We also believe that there are better solutions.”

……

At the door, the Manchester City people were arguing with Augustus’s bodyguards and Hull’s assistants. No matter how innocent they said he was, Batistuta’s disappearance had nothing to do with him, but no one in Manchester City believed it.

“Don’t lie, who are you trying to fool? It must be you, Augustus! There’s your hair on the ground!” Neymar shouted inside, “Give Batistuta back to us, thief!”

The assistant stepped forward to stop them: “I’m sorry, please leave. Mr. Rothschild is sick and cannot see guests today. The person you are talking about is not here either.”

“Bullshit!” Kyle Walker broke through the obstruction, “That’s him! He stole Batistuta and gave it back to us. Batistuta is not yours! Did you hear me, bastard?”

“Yes! Return Batty to us now, we are calling the police!”
“You are committing a crime!”
“Buddy, Buddy! We know you’re in there, wait! We’ll take you home right now!”

There was chaos at the door.

At this time, Mbappe ran out of the house, shook his head at his assistant and bodyguard, and then motioned for everyone in Slow City to follow him in.

Assistant: “But…”

“It doesn’t matter.” Mbappe interrupted him, “If we don’t let them into the house, it will be a mess.”

A group of people walked in hurriedly.

“I knew it was this guy who did it!” Neymar clenched his fists and said angrily, “Have you seen Batistuta, Kylian, how is he now?”

Before Mbappe could speak, De Bruyne pulled Neymar back and asked: “How can you be sure that he was not there when Augustus took Batistuta away last night and was not an accomplice?”

“No, I only knew Batistuta was here a few hours earlier than you did.” Mbappe shrugged helplessly, “Augustus is crazier than many people, I know that, but I didn’t expect him to be crazy enough to steal Batistuta.”

‘banging’

As he was speaking, a clanging sound came from the inner room.

“What was that?” Guardiola asked cautiously. He looked at Mbappe, “What did Augustus do to Batistuta?” “… Three minutes ago he was cutting Batistuta’s nails, two minutes ago he was trying to put a collar on Batistuta, and one minute ago Batistuta broke free and jumped onto the cabinet.” Mbappe said, holding back the twitching corners of his mouth. “As for now, I suspect he jumped onto the chandelier, otherwise there wouldn’t be such a loud noise.”

Everyone:…

“Ow—”

A sharp cry of a serval was heard, and everyone’s heart trembled, and they quickly quickened their pace and walked inside.

When we arrived at the hall, we saw Batistuta squatting on the chandelier as Mbappe had said, and he was in an attacking posture. Augustus was standing on a chair near the chandelier, saying nice words to appease Batistuta and trying to put the leash on him.

“Ah! Batty!!”

Following Neymar’s scream, the man and the cat who were confronting each other turned their heads to look over here at the same time.

next second.

Augustus’s feet slipped and he fell off the chair, but he was quick enough to avoid hitting his head on the coffee table.

And just as Batti the Cat on the chandelier turned its head to look at the people of Manchester City, another familiar white light fell, and the whole room was suddenly plunged into a white mist, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

Wait for the light to dissipate.

“Hiss, my head hurts, what’s going on? Why am I… huh?”

De Bruyne resisted the urge to cry and looked up, only to see that Batistuta on the chandelier was still in the posture of a serval, but his body had changed back into human form, and he was looking around with a question mark on his face.

Well, this angle.

Plus the cat’s squatting posture.

The honey-colored skin that was half tattooed and almost turned into a comic book was clearly visible, including the playing cards on the abdomen, the Latin on the forearm, the goddess of victory near the mermaid line, and the square tattoo on the thigh.

The eyes of the first few who looked up at him were wide open.

“Ah Barty! You’re back!”

Neymar’s voice reminded everyone again. Everyone looked up and while they were happy, some people soon realized that the situation was not good.

Changing back isn’t the point.

The point is, he’s got no clothes on.

“Uh, come down first, Batistuta.” Guardiola pulled over a chair and then winked at the players around him.

‘Quick, go find some pants for Barty!’

Ah this.

What to do.

Where could they find clothes for Batti, since they were in Augustus’s villa?

“Why bother? Just go find it. A towel will do.”

Everyone below started to get busy.

What’s funnier is that no one thought of asking Augustus where he could find some clothes or towels. Of course, it’s also possible that they didn’t want Batty to use the kidnapper’s belongings.

Soon, someone found something and some clothes were handed to Batty, who was still leaning on the lamp.

Batty didn’t answer.

He was still dizzy and hadn’t figured out what was going on.

In a daze, he only remembered that he seemed to be playing a derby game, and then he fainted. What happened next?

His brain gradually started to work, starting from the derby, recalling bit by bit. It seemed that everything he had experienced in his memory in the past few days, his perspective was very…

Very short?

Batty narrowed his eyes, and just when he was about to move the corners of his mouth, he suddenly found that he seemed to be wearing something on his face.

He touched it with his hand and it felt cool, like a metal sheath.

“Damn it, this is—”

Then Batty discovered that there seemed to be something of the same material around his neck, a collar? This was strange, how could he have a collar around his neck?
“Don’t think too much, Batistuta. You can’t control your behavior after you become a cat.” Neymar saw Batistuta in a daze and thought he was really worried about what happened in the past few days. “Come down first and put on your clothes. We can talk about the rest later.”

and many more.

Become a cat?
Batty looked down dizzily, and what the hell, it made him clear again.

First of all, he didn’t know where he was, or why he was on the chandelier, still dressed. Second, all the Manchester City players were there, Pep, Kevin, Ney, and… eh? Mbappe? Kiki, who was next to him, Crazy Augustus? Why was he there too? Finally, what did Neymar just say, that he turned into a cat?
To sum up, that is to say, in the memory that he could not remember, that vague memory with a seemingly low perspective, he, Batistuta, the king of Manchester City, somehow turned into a cat.

Batty reached out and pulled the collar around his neck, then took off the bite stopper and held it between two fingers. “So what’s going on now? Someone, come and explain it to me.”

“That’s a long story.” Seat B said, “You come down first, and when we get back -“

“No!!!” Augustus’ voice interrupted B Seat’s words. He looked up and opened his arms towards Batty on the chandelier. “Have I lost you forever, my dear Batty Cat!!”

Batty: …

“You’ve never fucking owned me. Wait!” Barty was gritting his teeth when he suddenly thought of something. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and hooked the collar around his neck with his right index finger. “This thing, you lunatic, put it on me, right?”

“Yes! It’s him!” Neymar accused loudly, “Not only did he steal you away, he also put you in a cage and wanted to put a collar on you!”

steal?

cage?

Collar?

The aura around Batti became like a tornado. People who knew him well knew that this was a sign that he was extremely angry and was on the verge of exploding.

Augustus did not refute, but just looked at him straight, as if he was looking at some precious treasure.

Batty had a gloomy face. He put on the clothes that his teammates had found for him on the chandelier. Then he grabbed the lamp frame with one hand and jumped down from it flexibly and gracefully.

“Someone is going to be in trouble.” Seat B said in a low voice.

Crack-crack-
This is the sound of Batty cracking his finger bones.

The King of Manchester City walked towards the guy who stole his things step by step with rage like a storm.

“Go to hell, you pervert!”

……

Augustus’ screams could be heard from kilometers away, but no one tried to stop Batistuta, not even Mbappe.

And Augustus himself—

Don’t ask, the question is why we reward him.

At this time, Guardiola, one of the few people who was still rational, took out his mobile phone to check the news. Although Batistuta had recovered, the official had to say something, such as whether there were any sequelae or whether the issue with the aliens had been resolved.

[…We, EBA, are very happy to announce to the world that we have reached an agreement with the planet Wunanawa. The 13333 people who were originally transformed into animals will become the first group of representatives of the Earth.]
[Every six months, you will have three days to transform into animals. During this period, countries will organize environmental protection and animal protection activities. Please actively participate. Those with high cooperation will have the opportunity to gain the ability to transform freely, while those with low cooperation may never be able to return to normal life.]
[Finally, please be careful to those who have just turned back into humans, keep a calm mind, and do not do anything drastic, otherwise it may cause adverse reactions. ]

As soon as the spokesperson finished speaking, a “bang” sound was heard from Batty who was beating Augustus, and a cloud of white smoke rose.

“What are you doing?”

As the smoke cleared, everyone looked inside again.

Then I saw Batty changed again.

“Bati, you…” Neymar pointed to Batistuta’s head with a trembling hand, “You, ears, and, and…”

“What’s wrong?” Batty temporarily put down the bruised Augustus. He glanced around and found that everyone had a look of “pupils shaking”. He scratched his hair.

What is furry?
This is–

Then, his hand that was grabbing his hair stopped on top of his head.

He seemed to have touched something extraordinary.

Barty moistened his throat.

Why did he feel like he had cat ears growing on his head?

suddenly!

“My God, I didn’t expect you to be like this.” Augustus said vaguely. As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Batty’s tail, which was swinging back and forth behind his buttocks. “It’s exactly the same as before.”

The French midfielder’s hand touched from the base of the tail to the tip of the tail.

All of a sudden, Batty felt as if an electric current had been passed through his body, as if someone had reached deep into his soul, grabbed his spine, and gently used a feather to stroke it from top to bottom.

“Ah… um~”

A comfortable moan came out of his throat.

The whole room was silent.

When Batti reacted the next second, he froze.

What the hell is this physiological reaction?

How can it be comfortable to have your tail touched? Sure enough, ugh! You are not a cat, you are a person! Barty slapped himself in his heart, wake up, Barty! You are a person, even if you have a tail, you should not feel comfortable!

Augustus pinched the tip of his tail.

The two cat ears on Batty’s head trembled, and then he couldn’t help but lift his butt.

“Oh…” Augustus smiled, “It seems I still have you, my serval baby.”

Batty: …
Still Batty (gritting his teeth and rolling up his sleeves): “I didn’t go easy on you! Go to hell, pervert!!”

(End of this chapter)