Pet King

Chapter 1118: Instant Win

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The white dog did not know why it was here, but it could vaguely feel that its destined enemy seemed to be here, waiting to fight with it.

It didn’t know who its enemies were, but it believed that when they saw each other, it would recognize them—and it was definitely not the rabble of dogs barking in the distance.

Its fur had yet to be totally dried by the sun, and it was wet and plastered to its body, very uncomfortable. Its good mood was completely ruined.

So he started to run and bark in the direction of the dog calls. He wanted to bring down the little guys who didn’t know good from bad by a bit.

A worker driving a forklift noticed the white shadow running by and shouted to another worker driving a rolling mill, “Look! Another stray dog! I haven’t seen this one before!”

The latter glanced at it and yelled disdainfully, “It looks like he’s just run out of his house. Look at that little body. I bet the dog won’t last three days in the landfill! Do you want to bet?”

“Forget it, let’s not gamble. My salary for this month is going toward a blind date.” The former shook his head and refused. He also felt that the thin dog would be bullied if it came here. If it sailed with the wind, it might survive. Otherwise, it would starve to death.

The white dog did not pay attention to what they were saying. It ran, carefully avoiding the broken glass, the truncated steel bars, and the crushed cans exposed on the ground. The odor of the landfill made it nauseous, and it found it hard to understand why so many dogs gathered in such a dilapidated place.

It ran and ran, and suddenly it heard the loud wail of a dog from nearby. The sound seemed to be directed at it.

Sure enough, a dirty and stinky wild dog appeared in front of the white dog, with rotten vegetable leaves hanging on its body and a cut made by a sharp object on its shoulder, which was turned out and showed bright red flesh and blood.

More than a dozen flies buzzed around the wild dog, landing on its eyelids, back, and wounds from time to time. The dog just shook its body and tail at will, temporarily driving away the flies, but after a moment, they landed again.

The white dog paused doubtfully, wondering why the other had stopped him.

“Woof!”

The wild dog showed its dirty teeth and barked at it. With the sound, it emitted bad breath, and its eyes looked at the white dog unkindly.

“A road robbery? Sorry, I have nothing to give you.” The white dog shook its head. “Get out of here before I lose my temper.”

The wild dog was irritated by the white dog’s contemptuous attitude. It thought the thin white dog was easy to bully. If it frightened it, it could take the white dog as its younger brother. Or at least it would frighten the white dog till it begged for mercy and ran away with its tail between its legs.

It suddenly rushed up, opening its mouth and wanting to bite the white dog.

The white dog did not avoid it or hide, just turned its head a bit in disgust, like it was totally disgusted by the wild dog’s smell.

Until the wild dog rushed to a close distance, it was not in a hurry and lowered its head. Taking a deep breath, its waist and abdomen gathering strength, it roared loudly, “I attack!”

It attacked the wild dog like an artillery shell, but used an extremely rare method of attack for a dog—using its head to hit the enemy.

This wild dog was just a little character in the wild dog group. Even so, it had fought many times, winning or losing, single-handed and scuffling. It had never seen a dog attacking head-on.

The wild dog meant to bite the white dog on the neck, which would have been lethal to most animals. Once bitten by enemies, it would be difficult to overcome and win. But the white dog just happened to use its own bowed head to protect its vulnerable neck, so that the wild dog’s bite missed.

Not only that, but the white dog’s head hit the wild dog’s chest heavily. It almost made the wild dog feel like it had been hit by a hammer. Without even humming, it flew up from the ground, turned over several times in the air, and then fell to the ground like a broken sack, struggling to stand.

The wild dog’s eyes showed that it was unwilling to admit defeat. “You… Why don’t you play the cards you’re supposed to?”

“I warned you before.” The white dog looked at it in disdain. “Next time, before you try to block the road, look clearly at who you’re blocking!”

After that, it went on without turning its head back and left the wild dog behind it.

The whole episode didn’t take much time. A moment later, it came to the confrontation between the Local Dog Circle and the mastiff group.

By the time it arrived, the battle between the hybrid Rottweiler and the giant mastiff was already on the horizon, and sparks were almost bursting from the eyes of both sides.

The white dog strolled idly around and actually walked between the hybrid Rottweiler and the giant mastiff, as if it paid no attention to the two vicious dogs and the other supporting stray dogs.

The Local Dog Circle felt that this new dog probably belonged to the mastiff group, and to the mastiff group, it was the opposite.

So every dog showed their teeth to the white dog and barked wildly, meaning: “Don’t stand in the way! Get back to your side! If you walk ahead, we will bite you in minutes!”

“Pieces of sh*t!” the white dog scolded. “How dare you little chipmunks and piggy heads shout at me? Take a second to shut your stinky mouths!”

The dogs were stunned for a moment. They didn’t know where its confidence was coming from. Was it not scared that they would rush up and tear it to pieces?

“Woof!”

The mixed breed Rottweiler was enraged. He was nearest to the white dog and rushed toward the white dog with the force of a tiger. It planned to kill the white dog that was not scared of death in a matter of seconds. It would be an appetizer. After eating the dish, it would eat the main meal to play with its old opponent.

“I attack!”

The white dog repeated its old trick, hunching its neck and bowing its head, avoiding the sharp teeth of the enemy, and aiming its head between the two front legs of the mixed Rottweiler, hitting its head on the enemy’s chest.

The mixed-breed Rottweiler was hit and flew, but it was better off than the wild dog, and it staggered back several steps before falling to the ground. It felt that the air in its lungs was sharply compressed and squeezed out of its body through its throat, while the sternum and pectoral muscles had suffered a hard hit and had yet to return back to their original shape, making it feel like it could not breathe.

The local dog circle looked between the white dog and the mixed blood Rottweiler in disbelief. Their boss…lost? And lost so badly, without even being able to last past the first hit?

Not only were they shocked, but the Fierce Dog Group opposite was suddenly silent. The ones who knew you best were not your friends, but your enemies—no one knew more about the fighting power of this hybrid Rottweiler than the members of the Fierce Dog Group. He had bullied and bitten several members of the Fierce Dog Group before, which had made them dare not speak out, but the overwhelmingly strong dog had lost so quickly?

Their gazes toward the white dog again were full of fear. This kind of gaze was only enjoyed by the four great leaders ordinarily.

This white dog that had suddenly appeared—what sort of god was it?