The moment their eyes met, the man swallowed hard. Cash let out a sharp cluck, warning Lucky. Lucky spun around, bared her teeth in a vicious snarl, and gave a sharp command. Baron sprang forward, pounding the man without mercy. Lucky knew exactly who to target. The man wasn't carrying a gun, so Baron could go all out. Within seconds, the man's face was swollen and bloody. He couldn't fight back or dodge. Baron's punches were precise and fast, like a pro in a boxing ring. Philbert couldn't help but chuckle. "Lisa, that rabbit's insane! I bet it could take down ten of our guys by itself." Lucky shot him a sly side-eye. One against ten? Don't insult my crew. With trash like you, even 30 wouldn't be a problem! She glanced irritably at the gun in Philbert's hand. That's the only reason you're still breathing. Lisa laughed at the sight, pointing at Baron. "Looks like it's not happy because you called him fat!" Then she switched to her leader act, shouting, "That's enough! Stop right now!" Baron immediately obeyed, remembering her orders: Always pretend to respect the leader. Lisa felt a surge of satisfaction. A whole group had struggled to hold the rabbit back earlier, but she calmed him with a single word. Joe clapped happily. "Mommy, you're amazing! The bunny listens to you!" Lisa softened, looking at her son. "Do you like them?"Joe nodded eagerly. "Yeah! I like them!" Lisa smiled warmly. "Then we'll keep them here for you to play with, okay?" Joe beamed. "Yay! Thanks, Mommy!" Some of the men immediately objected. "Ms. Eland, these creatures are meant for food! How can we keep them alive?" "Yeah! And they just devoured your duck breast and caviar!" But Lisa wasn't thinking of pets. She wanted these obedient, powerful animals trained as war beasts. She cleared her throat. "If we cooked them, how many meals would we even get? The Grayhound Sect isn't starving." She added, "But if we keep them, they'll show off our strength. While other survivors are scraping for scraps, our sect will look powerful enough to raise battle pets. That'll attract more strong fighters. "Of course," she continued, "if they were just pets, I wouldn't bother keeping them." She patted Lucky's solid shoulder. "These aren't pets—they're war animals. Partners who fight alongside us." Her words sounded noble, but inside, she knew animals were far more reliable than people. People would betray her, but a loyal dog never would. To make her decision unshakable, she added, "Anyone who disagrees, speak up. If you can beat them, I'll throw them out immediately." She could tell that besides herself, no one here could handle the three. Still, one man stepped forward. He was calculating. Lucky was vicious, Baron all muscle and power, so he picked what seemed the weakest—Cash.A big chicken—how much harm could it do? I've killed plenty in the village. Cash noticed and lifted his head arrogantly. Think I'm soft? Buddy, you're about to get wrecked! With Lisa's permission, the man swung his machete down at Cash. But Cash was the fastest. He dodged effortlessly, flapped his wings, and soared up to the rafters, circling above them. The men gasped. "A chicken can fly that high?" Before their shock faded, Cash dove like a missile, snatched one of the man's eyes clean out, and dropped it to the floor like trash. Natalie said it before that flashy moves don't matter. Hit the vital point. Now you're blind, sucker! "Ahhhh!!" The man screamed in agony. The room went quiet except for his cries. Lisa raised an eyebrow, both surprised and pleased. Not bad—even the chicken packs a punch! Cash circled a few more times, then landed safely. One of the men whispered nervously to Lisa, "Lisa, their fighting power ... it's insane. Their size and their moves are unnatural ... " Lisa waved it off casually. "So what? As long as they can fight, they're worth keeping. I'd say they're some kind of mutated special breed."