Pet Egg?

Big Fang's subordinates shivered in fear, not daring to move a finger.

A figure, face hidden in the shadow cast by the dim light, sneered before raising a foot and kicking Big Fang hard in the stomach.

"Ughh!" Big Fang tumbled back, crashing against the wall. He curled up, clutching his stomach in agony.

Clink—

Something small and cold struck his cheek. He forced open one eye and saw a small white porcelain vial lying on the floor. His pupils shrank in surprise. Isn't this…?

"The egg better be in my hands within two days, or else..." The voice rolled out like an approaching storm—slow, ominous, each syllable dragging through the air like iron chains.

Big Fang flinched.

The sentence need not to be finished. Big Fang knew the consequences.

Ignoring the pain, he reached for the white porcelain vial before prostrating himself on the ground, his body trembling.

"Y-yes, Boss."