The human and the bear stared at each other, separated by a special stainless steel door.
As a species of the Beast Clan, Iron-eating Beasts rarely lie. After all, for a slave, loyalty is the most important quality.
But its loyalty was to Qiao An, not the one who delivered its meals every day.
After its frantic brainstorming session, just as the Iron-eating Beast was preparing to argue its case to the bitter end, it realized something: even if it spoke, the delivery guy wouldn't understand a word!
Whimpering a couple of times, the Iron-eating Beast turned and walked away. It pretended nothing had happened, flopping right onto its small wooden bed and shutting its eyes to sleep.
The embarrassed keeper squatted outside the door, continuing his earnest pleading. "It's illegal for animals to gain sentience in this country! You'll be shot! If you keep hiding in there playing on your phone, I'll report you! You believe that?"
