CRASH—BOOM!
Bart once again slammed his shoulder hard against the metal bars, creating a heavy, booming sound. The entire enclosure seemed to shake.
"Alright, alright, I won't say any more."
Yang Qi knew when to quit while he was ahead and stopped provoking him.
Switching to a calm and concerned tone, he asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with? I'll definitely help if I can."
Bart panted heavily, his massive chest heaving. He turned his head and shot a disgusted glare at the giant screen still lit up outside, then growled at Yang Qi.
[Get this thing away from me.]
[And don't let those Two-legged Beasts bother me.]
Hearing this, Yang Qi's heart settled. He knew the "treatment" was basically a success.
Bart's obsession with Duke had been battered, overshadowed, and even reversed by the terrifying images of "deformed offspring" and his instinctive repulsion toward "monsters."
