Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The next morning, on the ski slope leading to the county town.

Zhao Shanhe carried a heavy basket on his back, his steps were brisk, but his brows were always furrowed.

The scene of his third brother, Zhao Shanlin, kicking down the door and trying to rob and injure people last night kept replaying in his mind.

"Simply fixing the door isn't enough."

Zhao Shanhe squinted, exhaled a puff of white breath, and pondered in his mind:

"I'll be going deep into the mountains often from now on, and I'll be gone for two or three days at a time. Only Xiuer and Niuniu will be left at home. If those ruthless beasts try to do something sneaky while I'm away, the two of them won't even have anyone to warn us."

He needs a living thing.

A "living Yama" guards the house, who is usually silent but can tear the throat off anyone who dares to cross the threshold even half a step.

"Let's sell this red fox pelt today and get some cash. Then I'll go to the forest farm to find Old Sun to get that wolfhound, and on the way back, I'll look for a guard dog."

Having made up his mind, Zhao Shanhe quickened his pace.

……

The backyard of a state-run restaurant in Qingyang Town.

Before Zhao Shanhe could even enter the house, the kitchen yard erupted in chaos, with loud crashing and smashing sounds mixed with men's screams and curses, creating a terrifying commotion.

"Block it! Block the door! Don't let it escape!"

"Ouch, my goodness! My hand!"

"Get boiling water! Quickly get boiling water and scald this beast to death!"

Zhao Shanhe was taken aback. What had happened?

He had just reached out and pushed open the half-closed wooden door to the backyard when he was stunned by what he saw.

The kitchen helpers, who were usually so arrogant and domineering, were now all in a sorry state.

The ground was covered with broken porcelain shards and dark, murky pickled vegetable soup. Seven or eight burly men in white coats, holding shovels and rolling pins, were sweating profusely around the corner, looking panicked and their legs were trembling. None of them dared to go forward.

In the corner, a black dog, so thin it was skin and bones, was driven to the brink of despair.

It was covered in wounds, and its left hind leg was broken and hanging in mid-air.

But it didn't curl up into a ball and tremble.

Instead, it lowered its body, bared its blood-stained fangs, and growled softly. Its bloodshot eyes were fixed on a fat cook holding a wet mop in front of it.

"Damn it! Let's see how fierce you are! I'll beat you to a pulp!"

The fat cook cursed loudly and, mustering his courage, shoved the still-dripping mop in his hand hard into the black dog's face!

In that very instant.

The black dog didn't even flinch!

It lunged upwards towards the head of the mop!

"Snap!"

With a sharp crack, it actually bit into the iron clamp of the mop head!

Immediately afterwards, the muscles in its neck bulged out, and it violently shook its head like a crazed crocodile!

That ruthlessness was incredible!

Caught off guard, the fat cook felt a tremendous force coming from the mop handle in his hand, causing him to stumble and step on the salted vegetable soup on the ground.

"Ouch!"

The fat cook screamed and fell flat on his backside, the mop in his hand flying out of his hand!

"Splash—"

The encirclement was instantly torn open with a huge gap!

"My goodness! This dog is sentient!"

The people around were so frightened that they all took a step back, and the originally tight encirclement instantly turned into chaos.

The black dog seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

It was extremely clever. Instead of lingering to bite the fat man who had fallen to the ground, its sinister eyes suddenly turned and locked onto the back door, which had just been pushed open and was now exposed by a crack!

That was the only way to survive!

With a powerful push of its hind legs, it shot towards Zhao Shanhe at the door like a black lightning bolt!

It wants to break through!

"Dude! Get out of the way!!"

"Get out of the way! That's a mad dog!!"

The head chef, Liu Changchun, who had just rushed out, turned pale with fright when he saw people standing at the door and shouted at the top of his lungs.

This dog just bit Old Li's hand badly. If it bites the person at the door too, he might as well close his restaurant!

But the black dog was too fast, carrying a nauseating, fishy smell, and arrived in front of Zhao Shanhe in the blink of an eye.

Without hesitation, it opened its large mouth full of yellow teeth and lunged at Zhao Shanhe's throat!

Without any probing, the attack was a killing blow from the start!

"What courage!"

Faced with Liu Changchun's shrill exclamation and the gaping maw so close to his face, Zhao Shanhe didn't even blink, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, remaining completely still.

Just as those foul-smelling fangs were less than three inches from his neck, and he could even feel their heat—

Zhao Shanhe made a move!

Without any fancy evasion, he simply turned slightly to the side, barely dodging the dog's mouth that was poised to kill.

At the same time, his left hand shot out as if taking something out of a bag, his five fingers like steel hooks, and with a "snap," he precisely and firmly gripped the black dog's nape!

The old hunter's signature move - Dragon Lock!

"Get down on your knees!"

Using the immense momentum of the black dog's lunge,

Zhao Shanhe didn't even try to fight it. Instead, he used his waist and stance to his advantage, and slammed his left arm into the ground!

boom!!

A muffled thud.

This ferocious dog, which had turned the entire kitchen upside down and outmaneuvered a group of burly men, was pinned firmly to the frozen ground by Zhao Shanhe with one hand.

"Whoosh!!!"

The subdued black dog did not back down.

It twisted its body wildly, its four claws digging deep trenches in the ground, its neck twisting desperately backward, trying to bite Zhao Shanhe's wrist.

"Don't move."

Zhao Shanhe pressed his knee against its lumbar spine and added three points of force to his hand.

He looked down at the dog, which was still struggling desperately, and grew to like it more and more.

This isn't a mad dog; it's clearly a fierce warrior!

A broad frame and a prominent ridge on the top of the head are called "tiger head"; a thick tail with a stick-like base is called "iron whip".

The most crucial thing is its intelligence; it knows how to use feints and how to capture the leader!

"Master Liu, so many of you, and you let a dog bully you?"

While suppressing the dog, Zhao Shanhe looked up and teased.

Only then did Liu Changchun realize that the person who had come was Zhao Shanhe. He was so angry that the fat on his face trembled, and he pointed at the dog, cursing:

"Hey, it's you, buddy! Quick! Help me hold it down, I'll chop it up right now!"

Liu Changchun rushed over, carrying a thick-backed cleaver. Seeing the mess on the floor and the still-groaning fat cook, he was furious.

"This isn't a proper dog! It was brought over by an old hunter from the next county a couple of days ago. He said it was trained as a hunting dog from a puppy, but this beast is too wild and can't be tamed at all!"

"A few days ago, when we went into the mountains, it not only didn't help bite the prey, but it turned around and bit the old hunter! The old hunter was furious and sold it to me for five yuan to be a meat dog."

"Who knew it wouldn't behave here either! It's been starving for three days and it's still so ferocious! I was just about to kill it and eat it, but it almost bit me too!"

"It turns out he was a 'traitor' who was eliminated by the hunters."

No wonder they are so methodical, knowing how to attack by surprise and how to use a chokehold.

If it were an ordinary person, upon hearing that a dog was "devouring its owner," they would definitely stay as far away as possible.

But the light in Zhao Shanhe's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Devouring its master? Unruly?

That's because its previous owner wasn't skilled enough to control it!

These dogs are proud and arrogant, only obeying the strong. Once they truly acknowledge a master, they become the most loyal and devoted followers in the world.

"Master Liu, spare the dog's life."

Zhao Shanhe looked at Liu Changchun, who had already raised his knife, and suddenly spoke.

"What?" Liu Changchun was stunned. "Brother, this is a mad dog! Keeping it around is just asking for trouble! It almost bit you just now!"

"I find it pleasing to the eye."

Zhao Shanhe didn't waste any words. He pressed down on the still struggling dog's head with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out the bright red fox pelt from the basket.

Its fur is bright and shiny, like a ball of flame, making it extremely eye-catching in the snow.

"This skin will do for this dog's life."

Zhao Shanhe's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority:

"Master Liu, I'll take this dog. Consider it a favor I owe you."

Liu Changchun looked at the red fox pelt, which was worth at least forty yuan, and then at the mad dog on the ground, which was worth at most five yuan and had made a mess of the kitchen.

"Brother...you...you've really lost out big time!"

"This hide could be exchanged for dozens of kilograms of pork!"

"A treasure is priceless."

Zhao Shanhe tossed the fox pelt directly to Liu Changchun, saying, "This dog is destined for me. If you don't mind, the deal is done."

"Alright! Perfect!" Liu Changchun quickly took the leather, afraid Zhao Shanhe would change his mind. "Brother, you're a man of principle! Get rid of him quickly, I'm really scared of this beast!"

The deal is done.

Zhao Shanhe took a thick hemp rope from Liu Changchun.

The moment he loosened his grip slightly, the black dog suddenly turned around and tried to bite again.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Shanhe slapped the dog hard across the head.

This slap, imbued with the murderous aura of a hunter from two lifetimes, left the black dog's head buzzing and completely stunned.

Taking advantage of its momentary confusion, Zhao Shanhe skillfully tied a "pig's hoof knot" with hemp rope, tightly binding the dog's mouth and binding its four legs securely.

"Waaah..."

The black dog's mouth was gagged, preventing it from making a sound, but its amber eyes remained fixed on Zhao Shanhe, filled with resentment and defiance.

"You disagree?"

Zhao Shanhe picked it up like a chick, looked into its fierce eyes, and smiled coldly:

"If you're not happy, then keep it to yourself."

"I'll give you a good talking to when we get to my house!"

Zhao Shanhe tossed the "Black Demon God" into his basket and dusted off his hands.

"Now that we have someone to guard the house, it's time to go and meet Old Sun."

"Find a brother for this black guy."