Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 400: The Sovereign Of The Sands

The crow took flight, shooting into the sky like a black arrow to summon the true masters of this desert.

Back on the ground, the commotion caught the attention of the security team.

A massive bodyguard in sunglasses stomped over, his finger nearly poking Sicily’s phone lens. "What do you think you're doing?" he barked. "Who gave you permission to film? Put that phone down! Do you have any idea who we are? This is a Neo Summers Corp top production. This equipment alone is worth tens of millions. Where did a trashy little web drama crew like you even come from? Looking for clout or just trying to shake us down?"

His voice boomed with condescension.

Unfazed, Sicily thrust her screen right in his face. It showed the official filming permit. "Look for yourself. We have a legal permit for this site. You're the ones trespassing."

"I’ve recorded everything," she added. "I have more than enough to sue."

The bodyguard faltered for a second, but his embarrassment quickly turned to rage. He crossed his arms and used an even more aggressive tone. "A permit? Please. We’re a multi-million dollar production with top-tier talent. Us coming to this dump to film is a favor. Do you know how much exposure and tourism we bring to this desert? The local government treats us like royalty. I don't care who says otherwise. This spot is ours today."

Just then, an even more arrogant, impatient voice drifted over from behind the crowd.

The male lead sat in a luxury folding chair, surrounded by a swarm of assistants and makeup artists. One assistant was carefully holding a massive black umbrella to shield him from the sun.

He didn't even look up. He just waved a hand dismissively, as if swatting a fly.

"What am I paying the guards for? Why are all these flies buzzing around? I can't even remember my lines with all this noise."

His manager was just as nasty. "Clear the area now. If we fall behind schedule, can any of you actually afford the damages?"

Emboldened, the bodyguard reached out and tried to shove Sicily. Nancy moved fast. Her training over the past few weeks had sharpened her reflexes, and she stepped in instantly.

She dodged his arm and pulled Sicily firmly behind her.

"Don't touch her."

Nancy looked like a different person. Gone was her usual gentle vibe, replaced by a cold, sharp gaze that held the predatory edge of a lynx.

The bodyguard froze, momentarily rattled by her sudden intensity, before snapping back. "You little brat, you think you're tough?"

He lunged to grab Nancy, but she pivoted away with ease.

In that split second, Snowball who had been perched on Nancy’s shoulder launched off her back. It landed perfectly on the bodyguard’s arm and unleashed a warm stream of pee right onto his sleeve.

"Ah!" The guard let out a horrified shriek. "What are you idiots standing around for? Help me!"

The other guards closed in, snickering. "Buddy, you can't even handle one girl?"

"You should worry about yourselves first," Nancy said.

Before she even finished her sentence, the entire Dessert Route set erupted in screams.

The agile jerboa blurred through the air, landing squarely on top of a camera worth millions. It began rhythmically stomping its tiny feet, performing a frantic little tap dance on the lens.

The cameraman looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Please, get it down!" he wailed. "If that machine breaks, I couldn't pay for it if I sold myself into slavery!"

On the other side, the chubby Pallas’s cat used its thick, fluffy coat to wrap itself tightly around the male lead’s leg.

The actor froze, terrified to move. Up close, the cat didn't look like a cute plushie anymore. When it bared its teeth, the sharp fangs glinted in the sun, sending cold sweat down his back.

The drama queen sand fox took things to a whole new level.

With an elegant leap, it landed right on the head of the head director, who was perched in his chair.

The fox stood tall, mimicking the director’s posture by pointing a front paw at the chaotic crowd.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

It shrieked at the top of its lungs, looking every bit the onset tyrant. "No talent! No class! Overacting hacks! Every single one of you, get off my set!"

The director was livid. He reached up, trying to snatch the bold little creature off his head.

"Stop right there!" Nancy shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "That is a protected species! What do you think you're doing?"

"First the 'great director' steals land from protected animals, and now he’s going to assault one in broad daylight?"

The moment the words left Nancy's mouth, the sand fox on the director's head took its cue. Its inner actor went into full-blown crisis mode.