Do you also want to adopt Doro?

Black Panther is a mixed-breed, fierce wild dog they keep.

Because of its mixed bloodline, this fierce dog is even more ferocious and well-trained.

Using the black panther's ferocity, the two elderly scavengers took over the entire neighborhood, owning all the valuable discarded trash in the vicinity.

After discussing it, the two decided to release the black panther!

Doro, who was diligently picking up bottles, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition crept into his heart.

Danger is imminent.

The fierce black leopard, with a muzzle on its head, pounced on Doraemon like a tiger!

Oh... Oh oh...

The dull barking of a dog reached Doraemon's ears.

Driven by instinctive fear, it subconsciously decided to abandon the sack of bottles it had just picked up and run away.

Then I thought again, I already have a hammer, why should I be afraid of a big dog?

You won't make money by throwing away bottles!

If you can't make money, you can't be happy. Doro wants to make people happy, so I'm not running today.

The only way to overcome fear is to face it.

Mustering its courage, Doro hurriedly conjured a hammer and swung it with a "Dragon Tail Sweep" technique, striking the fierce black panther on the head. Tense inside, the panther dared not open its eyes as it swung the hammer, its large eyes tightly shut.

The chibi-style hammer, blue and white, doesn't seem heavy at all.

However, its actual weight is related to Huang Musong's care for Doraemon.

Because they had only known each other for a short time, Huang Musong's care for Duoluo was not yet intense, but its quality was incredibly pure.

The heavy hammer immediately knocked the fierce dog unconscious.

Awooo...

After a few mournful howls, the fierce dog Black Panther collapsed to the ground, its limbs trembling and convulsing.

Doro was stunned by what he saw.

"I?"

"Did I knock the bad dog unconscious?"

With an incredulous expression, it looked at the hammer and then at the dog lying on the ground, and muttered to itself.

The two elderly scavengers hiding nearby never expected that their fierce dog would be "killed" in return.

The old woman instantly became enraged, grabbed a willow branch used for training dogs, and headed straight for Doraemon.

"Little beast!"

Before seeing the person, you hear their voice.

Doraemon recognized the voice as that of the wicked old woman who had previously stolen his bottle.

Someone (Huang Musong) said I was not allowed to use force against anyone else, so I'd better run away quickly.

Recalling what Huang Musong had said, Duoluo picked up the sack and immediately fled towards the basement.

The old woman, still furious, had no intention of letting it off easily.

Snapped!

Catching up with Doraemon, the old woman swung her arm and lashed out with a willow branch. The branch, accompanied by the whoosh of the wind, lashed down sharply and struck Doraemon squarely on the back.

"Wow~"

The memory of being beaten made Doraemon cry out in shock.

Luckily, there was a sack behind me, so it didn't hurt at all. But even though it didn't hurt, just being whipped by a willow branch was scary enough.

"You little brat! Didn't I tell you you're not allowed to pick up bottles anymore?"

"Damn it, do you even have an owner?"

"Tell me! Do you have an owner?"

Crackling... popping... crackling... popping...

Every time the old woman uttered a question, she would swing a willow branch and strike Doraemon's back repeatedly.

Fortunately, he was always beaten up by bad guys when he was a homeless person, so he has a lot of experience in being beaten up.

It quickly curled its chubby body into a ball.

His back and buttocks were the fleshiest parts, and with burlap sacks and a hammer placed on top, the force of the willow whip was greatly reduced. Under this double defense, the old woman's weak attacks were like tickling Doraemon.

I'm still so scared!

Despite feeling no pain, the curled-up Doraemon was reminded of the terrifying memories of being beaten in the past.

Actually, if Doro wanted to run away, he could escape at any time.

It only needs to give up the bottles it collected in the afternoon.

But if you give up the bottle, you'll have worked for nothing all afternoon, and without money you won't be able to buy O-Run-Ji!

So, Doraemon decided to endure it for now.

Anyway, it didn't feel any pain from the whipping this time.

With his eyes closed and the countdown complete, Doraemon hoped the old woman would leave soon.

If Huang Musong were present, he would never have allowed this to happen! Now, he's not there, and Duo Luo is being bullied by bad guys. And every blow the old woman strikes Duo Luo will soon become another round of Huang Musong's retaliation…

Half a minute later, even the people playing on the court started to find it unbearable to watch.

"Old man! Are you out of your mind?"

"A few broken bottles, is it really necessary to go crazy in the street?"

"Get out of here, you old bastard! If you don't stop, I'll take you out of the stadium and into jail."

"..."

Most of the basketball players were young men with straightforward personalities, and they all spoke up for Doraemon.

Even more clever boys decisively took out their phones to film the elderly scavenger's brutal behavior, preparing to upload it online for cyberbullying.

The old woman is not afraid of cyberbullying, nor is she afraid of going to jail.

What she was more worried about was that if she didn't stop, she would offend these young men.

If we offend them, we won't have any bottles to pick up in the future, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

The old woman stopped, then stomped hard on the edge of the sack.

You can forgive Doraemon, but you can't take the bottle. The old woman is clearly trying to steal Doraemon's things.

These bottles are Doraemon's bottom line!

Holding the sack tightly, Doro pulled with all his might, determined to defend his sovereignty.

Seeing this, the old woman became furious and raised her arm again to lash it out.

Meanwhile, on the court, a quick-witted bespectacled boy vaguely understood what was going on.

Then he shouted to Doraemon.

"Hello!"

Pushing up his glasses, the boy pulled five yuan from his pocket and said, "Hey kid, go to the supermarket and buy me an ice-cold Coke. Here's your two yuan change as a tip, okay?"

"The money you earn running an errand for me is more than what you earn picking up a dozen bottles."

Upon hearing this, Doraemon was slightly stunned, but soon its large eyes sparkled with clear surprise.

Buy some Coke!

Earning two yuan at a time?

How many times would it take to earn enough for a chicken leg rice?

Doro's understanding of money is not yet profound.

However, it understands that it can earn at least one 'Orunji' for each errand run.

It seems to be faster and more lucrative than collecting bottles!

With his not-so-bright little brain working for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, Doro slowly loosened the sack full of bottles.

The sack was snatched away by the old woman.

Having achieved her goal, and fearing public outrage, the old woman quickly dragged the unconscious Black Panther away.

"Little beast!"

As she left, she grumbled and cursed. The old woman turned and glared fiercely at Doro, warning it not to pick up bottles from the surrounding streets again.

The dislike for the old woman was deep in his heart. The other woman's malicious gaze made Doraemon feel extremely disgusted.

Until the old woman walked away, Doraemon pouted angrily.

The little hands were clenched into round, chubby fists.

He held the five-yuan banknote tightly in his hand.

Next, under the watchful eyes of the boys playing basketball, Doraemon happily ran towards the supermarket a hundred meters away.

Watching Doro's retreating figure, the bespectacled man pushed up his glasses, then wiped his sweat with his sweatshirt, finding the temples too slippery.

The other players only turned away with regret after Doro ran into the supermarket. The cute little guy was quite a sight to behold, all chubby and adorable as he ran; they wished they could have looked at him a little longer.

"What an adorable little pet. It's a pity it seems to already have an owner."

"What? You want to get one too?"

"I'd like to, but my family would definitely disagree, and I wouldn't have time to take care of them."

"By the way, if I give it five yuan, will I be guaranteed to bring back a bottle of drink?"

"That little thing is just a pet after all; it's obviously not very smart. What if it drops the money on the street? Wouldn't that be a complete waste of five yuan?"

"..."

The players chatted during their short break.

Hearing his friends' questions, the bespectacled man shook his head and explained, "I just don't want that little thing to keep getting beaten up. As for whether it can buy a drink or not, it doesn't matter."

"If we can buy it, that would be best. Think about it, everything in the supermarket inside the stadium is more expensive than in the convenience stores outside."

"If we go outside to buy it, we'll have to pay for another ticket to enter. If the little guy is willing to help run errands, we can save money on drinks in the future, and the little guy can also earn some money."

Inside the stadium, a bottle of cold cola costs 6 yuan.

It only costs 3 yuan at the supermarket outside!

A single ticket to enter and exit the stadium costs 20 yuan.

In the past, when everyone got thirsty or tired after playing ball, one person would go out and buy the drinks everyone wanted. If they bought more than 7 bottles, they could save 1 yuan per person after deducting the entrance fee.

Even though it saves money, it doesn't necessarily mean anyone will be willing to make the trip. In the sweltering heat, who wants to run errands for everyone when they should be resting? So, most people are still willing to spend more money, and few people will proactively offer to buy things for others.

Now I've found a little animal that can run errands for me...

Golfers hope it can perform its job well!

Soon, amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, Doraemon ran back, holding a bottle of "drenched in sweat" iced cola high in the air.

The "sweat" on the Coca-Cola bottle is formed by water vapor condensing when it cools down, which shows that the temperature of the beverage inside the bottle is low enough.

Furthermore, the Coke that Doro brought back was actually an 888ml medium-sized bottle!

A medium-sized bottle of Coke costs 4.5 yuan, which is half the price of a regular small bottle. In terms of cost-effectiveness, the medium-sized bottle of Coke is better and tastes more refreshing.

The bespectacled man, his mouth dry, became excited as if he had spotted a beautiful woman in black stockings, and hurriedly tried to get a drink through the gap in the fence.

A sip of cold soda...

Cool!

The burps from the bespectacled man made the surrounding players' mouths water.

Doraemon, on the other hand, happily held the gleaming old five-cent coin and spun around in place.