HLM – Chapter 1058 The Fat Cats Go Wild

“Holy crap!” Na Qingyang couldn’t help blurting out, “What’s going on? Why didn’t you close the pet crates properly?”

The captain said helplessly, “No, we did close the crates. But somehow your cats managed to open theirs! And not just their own crates—they even opened the little white fox’s crate.”

When Da Pang and Er Pang saw Dale appear, they panicked like chickens scattering, diving straight into the gaps between luggage. From outside, all one could see were four pairs of eerie green eyes staring back.

Wang Bo waved. “Come on, come out. We won’t hit you this time. Be good and stay in your crates.”

The two fat cats cautiously observed for a moment before creeping out. Eva immediately grabbed one in each hand and stuffed them back into the crates.

A flight attendant stepped up and closed the latch on the crates. Though these locks didn’t require keys, they were still very hard to open.

But just as she finished locking it and turned to leave, a chubby little paw stretched out. The paw pressed the latch pin, pulled it, and—almost as skillfully as a human—easily popped the crate open.

Da Pang happily poked its head out, the corners of its mouth quirking upward as if proudly grinning.

With a click, Er Pang popped its head out right behind him…

The captain, flight attendants, everyone stared in shock. “My god… are these really cats?”

Wang Bo asked, “Do you have crates that can be locked with a key?”

The captain shook his head helplessly. “These are all standard issue.”

Dale secretly rejoiced. Pretending to be mature, she spread her hands. “Then nothing can be done. If you don’t want to take off and then have to land again, I suggest you bring the crates to our seats.”

After discussing it, the captain and crew really went to ask whether any first-class passengers were allergic to cats. Upon learning no one was, they moved both crates into first class and allowed Wang Bo’s group to guard their two manuls.

But the captain warned them, “You are not allowed to open the crates. If you let them out, we will forcibly remove them from the aircraft.”

Wang Bo promised, “Don’t worry. We definitely won’t do that.”

The crying baby gets the milk—so the fat brothers were brought into first class. The white fox, however, had to remain in the cargo hold.

Seeing them leave, the fox anxiously cried and whined, but since it couldn’t open the crate, it couldn’t follow. Luckily, it was terrified of these two hormone-crazed fat cats, so seeing them taken away actually eased its nerves.

Now the plane could finally take off smoothly. First-class seats were spacious enough to be little beds, and Dale could even set the crates beside her.

Da Pang became quiet once he saw Wang Bo and the others, but Er Pang kept fussing, stretching his paw out to try opening the latch again—determined and full of desire for freedom.

Dale started playing with him. Whenever he stretched out his paw, she pinched it or tickled his pads.

The palms of manuls were covered in soft fur to protect them while running across frozen plains. But after living in the warm climate of Sunset Town, the fur on Da Pang and Er Pang’s paws had grown sparse and short. So when Dale lightly scratched them, it tickled terribly.

She teased Er Pang the whole flight. The cat whimpered nonstop, but refused to give up—stubbornly stretching its paw to fiddle with the lock again.

Wang Bo woke up several times only to see Dale still enthusiastically sparring with Er Pang. In over twenty hours, girl and cat barely slept at all.

When the plane finally landed at Capital Airport, an elderly passenger sighed, “Kids really have endless energy. I’m jealous.”

The Capital Zoo had arranged pickup. Wang Bo and Eva came out carrying the crates, looking for the zoo staff. Someone called out, “Hi! Are you Wang Bo, the mayor of Sunset Town in New Zealand?”

Wang Bo thought it was the pickup person—it wasn’t. The man held up his phone and grinned. “I’ve been to Sunset Town! Came there as a tourist. Amazing place.”

Others also came up to take pictures, leaving Wang Bo a bit flattered—he hadn’t expected to be a minor celebrity back home.

Finally, the zoo staff arrived in an off-road vehicle. After getting in, he opened the crates to check on Da Pang and Er Pang.

The two cats stared at him warily, paws ready—Try reaching toward us, and we’ll make you bleed. You look annoying already.

After confirming that both were in good condition, the staff smiled. “These two are doing great. How did you raise them in New Zealand? The ones in our zoo are always lethargic.”

Wang Bo explained that the manuls had been free-range—they roamed over a thousand square kilometers.

At the zoo, Da Pang and Er Pang were to undergo veterinary checks—only reproductive checks, since quarantine had already covered infectious diseases.

Both cats were full of impatience. When strangers approached, they growled “woo-woo” warnings, eyes wide, claws extended, ready to attack at any moment.

The veterinarian chuckled. “Very lively little fellows.”

Wang Bo asked, “Do you need me to help calm them?”

The vet shook his head and led the cats into a room. Its walls were transparent, and in the next room several fluffballs—other manuls—were resting or wandering around.

When Da Pang and Er Pang saw them, their eyes instantly widened. Wang Bo had never seen them look like this before. They struggled violently, crying out like crazy.

The vet underestimated their strength. Da Pang broke free in an instant.

The cat hit the floor and sprinted—straight toward one of the manuls.

BANG

 He slammed into the glass wall.

Da Pang didn’t care. He got up and charged again, tail sticking straight up in excitement.

The glass was extremely strong. Unable to break through, he lashed out with his claws, scraping it with loud, grating screeches.

As the vet reached for him, Er Pang also escaped—followed by another loud BANG as he slammed into the glass.

Eva shook her head repeatedly. “Oh my god… are these kids going insane?”

Another vet explained, “It’s mating season. Manuls get extremely excited. If they can’t mate, the long-term stress can make them depressed—or even cause hormonal imbalance severe enough to kill them!”