Only My Followers Can Enjoy Fried Chicken

Meow, meow.

Samuel stood around the flowers and reached out a paw.

"Humans, become my follower and I will bestow upon you endless riches and glory. Give the food in your hands to your master."

"What a cute kitty."

"What breed is it?"

"Good boy, eat this."

Meow, meow, meow.

"Very good. It seems that you've all pledged loyalty to me. You will become my first group of followers. Go and spread my belief."

Samuel waited until his three followers left before jumping onto Chen Zhao's table.

Chen Zhao was sitting at the open-sky café right now. Samuel strode proudly. "Human… I mean, master, did you see? I already have three followers now. This is the first step to conquering the world."

"Yeah, good, keep going," Chen Zhao replied dismissively.

"If you beg me, I'll share my food with you." Samuel looked proudly at him.

Chen Zhao glanced at the drumstick in Samuel's mouth. "You can enjoy it by yourself."