บท 55: The god of racing circuit

YIREN

Standing beside me is a massive black panther, glossy fur, intense eyes, the whole "I could eat you for lunch" look. My soul nearly exits my body. 

A panther. In the penthouse!

With a strangled scream, I fling myself backward, practically skidding across the marble floor until I land flat on my azz. Ow.

"Yiren!" Suyin, instead of helping, is doubled over, howling with laughter. Honey doesn't even blink at my dramatic escape. He rushes straight to the panther, scratching its massive head like it's a kitten.

Then, as if the scene wasn't wild enough, a strange white creature darts in, climbing onto Honey and wrapping around his neck. I squint. Is that… a fox?

"Relax, Yiren," Suyin manages to gasp out between laughs. "That's Bagheera and Cleopatra. Our pets."