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Antonio's gaze lingered on him as he retreated, his footsteps becoming fuzzier. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he strolled down the corridor hesitantly. His scrutinizing gaze swept around and he came to halt when he saw a figure in the last room. – the attic. His eyes narrowed, his face filled with anticipation as he drew nearer. And that was when he saw him. The young, beautiful champ. Marco. The son of his enemy Antonio's footsteps faltered, and his eyes sparked with a hint of desire as Marco's stunning body came into view.

“Where did you get THAT chicken?!” And with a loud, ear-shattering squawk, Allie launched herself out of my arms in a flurry of fury and feathers, and barreled straight towards CeCelia.

"You should check out the live stream first, Yvonne." Yvonne took out her phone and checked the National Day Gala live stream, where she noticed that the performance featuring the pigeons and chickens was proceeding smoothly. She was completely baffled. "How could this be? You've clearly been abducted! How are they doing the act without you?" I let out a chuckle before explaining, "I'm not sure what kind of spell you cast to make everything I train belong to you, so I simply stopped training them. "Those chickens weren't 'trained'—they were just following the trail of feed on the ground. Those pigeons were raised with them in the mountains, so they naturally follow the flock.

Johanis’ POV The first thing I noticed was the chickens. They used to cluck and strut and puff their feathers up at one another like they were ready to wage war over a breadcrumb. Now, they huddled in the far corner of their coop, beady eyes fixed on nothing—or maybe something I couldn’t see. One of them had pecked a hole clean through the wooden wall during the night. Another refused to eat. Papa said it was the weather. Mama didn’t say anything at all.

As soon as they were released, the chickens, still tied at the legs, immediately went into a frenzy, fluttering around the cave entrance. "These are chickens," Ben said, watching Clar's eyes light up. He knew he had chosen well, his lips curving into a small, pleased smile. "Gugu chickens, for you." Lucas’s sharp gaze swept over Clar before narrowing at the "scheming tiger." His veins bulged as he clenched his fists, clearly ready to snap. Was it really just chickens? Ben was using this small thing to gain favor, and it infuriated him. Clar, now unable to resist, swallowed at the sight of the lively chickens. Thoughts of East An chicken and white-cut chicken flooded her mind. However, given

CHAPTER 130 RHETT One year later – June, Santa Ynez Valley “The chickens are loose again!” Cassie’s voice rang out across the yard, half-laughing, half-panicked. I dropped the fence post I’d been hauling and jogged toward the coop, boots kicking up dust. Sure enough, twelve Rhode Island Reds were sprinting around the driveway like feathered criminals, Juno in hot pursuit with a fishing net and a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.

He swept his arm across the stall with pride, gesturing toward the wire mesh cages where a dozen brown-feathered chickens huddled together, pecking at scattered grain on the wooden planks below. "These are just common hens - nothing fancy like some merchants sell - but they laid every single one of these eggs just this morning." Eirene stepped closer, peering intently through the bars as she watched each bird move with quick, nervous steps. Her small nose wrinkled slightly as she took in the earthy scent of straw and feathers. "They look so sad," she commented loudly, pointing a small finger at one hen that huddled trembling in the corner of its cage, its head tucked under its wing.

"Jensen likes chicken, and Blake likes shrimp. Get some of both." They went to a poultry store, which was super crowded. As chickens were being taken out of the cage one after another, feathers flew everywhere. The butchers were too busy. Mia stood in front of the chicken cages for a long while and finally picked out a healthy-looking chicken. She asked the shopkeeper to bring it out, but the shopkeeper was too busy to attend to her. She could not wait but help herself to butcher it. Kisa was worried that the chicken would peck her delicate hand. Just as Mia reached to grab the chicken, a chubby hand suddenly came across and grabbed the chicken from Mia's hand.

"Evan, please turn the screen on." Within a few seconds, the big screen on the wall was on. It showed a real-time footage of the dungeon. The four chickens were tied tightly on their chairs. One of them was badly hurt, his hand was crushed and bleeding. He was unconscious. "Wow. They're still alive after you shot them." Commented Hell Rhino while chewing the potato chips. "Not all of them though." Said Little Dragon. He was sipping the cold soft drink. "I think that one is dead."

The one that looked like someone who had been running at full speed for eleven years and had finally found somewhere to stop. “You really want this?” I asked tilting my head. “Yes.” “The chickens and the barn and all of it.” “Yes.” “Even Gerald.” “Especially Gerald.” He glanced at me. “You want it too.” I looked at the chickens. At Edna in particular who was watching me from the pen with her expression of profound personal grievance that I was starting to find more endearing than threatening.