"Li Jiahao" lay on the ground, motionless. He no longer struggled or cried out, but his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hat's brim, were locked onto something in the distance, as if he were plotting something.
Yang Qi ignored him for the moment and turned to walk toward the spot where Xiaojiu was guarding the chameleon.
The chameleon was still trying stubbornly to escape, darting left and right within its limited confines. Its body color shifted rapidly between the gray-black of the roof tiles, the deep blue of the night sky, and its own original greenish-brown, its tongue occasionally shooting out at high speed.
Unfortunately, all its efforts were futile in the face of Xiaojiu.
Xiaojiu only had to occasionally adjust its sitting position or swat a paw through the air to precisely disrupt the chameleon's rhythm and force it back to its original spot.
Yang Qi approached, stopping a few paces away from the chameleon.
