Chapter 8

"Stray dog? How could a stray dog possibly defeat my Tibetan Mastiff?"

The leading, lean old man said, puffing out his mustache and glaring.

Another tall young man and a cold, beautiful woman also glared at Su Jing with murderous eyes.

Actually, they recognized it as a stray dog, but they simply couldn't accept the fact.

Their own mighty and extraordinary Tibetan Mastiff, how could it lose to a stray dog? How could that be possible?

The lean old man was named Shen Hong. He had come out to play with his granddaughter and the grandson of an old friend, but unexpectedly encountered a car accident. The Border Collie his granddaughter brought was hit by a car and sent to a nearby animal hospital for treatment. However, due to the negligence of this third-rate village animal hospital, the Border Collie disappeared in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, they found this dilapidated old house and the Border Collie through the Tibetan Mastiff's sense of smell.

What made them happy was that the Border Collie looked much better. It was clearly on the verge of death yesterday, and the vet said it would need at least one to two months to recover. But after just one day, it seemed to be full of energy.

But before they could celebrate, a stray dog suddenly rushed out of the yard, barking and charging at them.

Being on someone else's territory, Shen Hong was prepared to be humble from the start. However, he couldn't just stand by and let a dog attack him and his granddaughter. So he let the Tibetan Mastiff out, thinking that as long as he called it back at the critical moment, it wouldn't hurt the other dog.

What they never expected was that their Tibetan Mastiff would actually lose to the stray dog.

"What's wrong with a stray dog? Stray dogs are also called Chinese Rural Dogs, a breed that has been naturally and artificially selected over thousands, even tens of thousands of years in China. It's said that Emperor Qin Shi Huang led this kind of dog when he unified Central China. It was originally a world-renowned breed, but because of your discrimination, it is now considered a low-grade breed far inferior to foreign breeds." Su Jing spoke with a righteous tone, but in fact, he was also surprised. According to reason, a stray dog should definitely not be able to defeat a Tibetan Mastiff. Could it be because it ate some magical beast meat? However, he wouldn't reveal the real reason.

"Nice try, don't try to put the blame on me for favoring foreign breeds. The Tibetan Mastiff I like is also a Chinese breed." Shen Hong was taken aback by Su Jing's words but quickly recovered. "Moreover, it's a fact that stray dogs are not large and not very strong. What did you feed this stray dog? How did you train it?"

"Grandpa Shen, this stray dog suddenly attacked General when he wasn't prepared. General is trained and wouldn't attack without your command, so he was caught off guard by this aggressive stray dog." The tall young man tried to explain. This Tibetan Mastiff named General was a gift he gave to Shen Hong a year ago, and it was very dear to Shen Hong. How could it be defeated by a stray dog?

"Don't speak." Shen Hong waved to stop the tall young man and stared intently at Su Jing.

"What did you feed it? How did you train it? We villagers don't have as many rules as you city people. Dogs just eat leftovers, and they don't need training." Su Jing shrugged.

"That's impossible." Shen Hong didn't believe it.

"Believe it or not, you haven't answered my question yet. Why are you at my doorstep?" Su Jing pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "If I tell you this dog was a stray yesterday, eating from garbage piles, would you believe it?"

"This is my granddaughter's beloved dog. We came to find it. It seems you have taken it in. Thank you for taking care of it." Shen Hong pointed to the Border Collie standing next to the cold, beautiful woman.

"Oh, so it's yours." Su Jing suddenly understood. He had noticed early on that the Border Collie likely had an owner. Its collar looked expensive, and it was very well-mannered, always going outside to relieve itself. However, seeing it so badly injured, Su Jing didn't mind and took it in. After all, he couldn't just let it die.

"How did you take care of my Duoduo to make its injuries heal so quickly?" The cold, beautiful woman was tall and slender, wearing a well-tailored professional suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure. She looked at Su Jing with a scrutinizing gaze, speaking politely but with a commanding tone.

"Just fed it some pork and rice, didn't take much care. Maybe it's just strong." Su Jing naturally wouldn't tell the truth. He had already decided that the magical beast meat must not be known to outsiders.

"Hmm?" The cold, beautiful woman looked at Su Jing indifferently and didn't ask any more questions.

"Ai Jing, since we met because of a dog, it's a kind of fate. Please invite them in for a cup of tea." Zhao Mengxiang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. Country people are hospitable and think it's only right to invite someone in for tea when they come to the door. These three didn't seem like bad people.

"Big Sister, my old house isn't shabby, is it?" Su Jing smiled bitterly. He had noticed the unusual behavior of the Border Collie and the stray dog, and he really didn't want to have much to do with them. If they guessed anything, it would be bad.

"Not shabby, not shabby. I'm just a bit thirsty." Shen Hong chuckled and walked directly into the yard, saying, "Though it's a bit dilapidated, the environment is quite peaceful, which is nice."

"This old man, can his face be any thicker? Did I invite you in for tea?" Su Jing cursed inwardly, feeling speechless. However, he couldn't just drive them away, as they were elderly.

"Grandpa Shen, let's go. This old house might collapse." The tall young man frowned.

"Tile houses are stable, they won't collapse. At most, a few tiles might fall, but they won't hurt anyone." Shen Hong was very relaxed, walking in with his hands behind his back, observing the surroundings. The cold, beautiful woman didn't say anything and followed him in.

Su Jing ignored the tall young man, who was criticizing his old house. If you don't like it, you can leave. Do you think I want you to come in?

Su Jing led Su Yan and Zhao Mengxiang into the yard. Su Yan, the little girl, started being mischievous again, reaching out to pet the stray dog. The stray dog was quite human-like, barking fiercely at Shen Hong and the others but being very gentle with Su Yan, allowing her to pet it and even enjoying it.

The tall young man, seeing no one paying attention to him, stood there with a dark face for a moment before finally following them in.

"Growl." The Tibetan Mastiff suddenly growled, as four cats walked out from the corner of the yard, sauntering past it. This made the Tibetan Mastiff, which had just been humiliated by the stray dog, feel its dignity challenged, so it opened its mouth to scare the cats.

"Meow." The female cat let out a sharp cry and struck with lightning speed, instantly leaving two bloody scratches on the Tibetan Mastiff's face, one on its nose and the other near its left eye. If it had been just half a centimeter higher, the Tibetan Mastiff's left eye would have been blinded. This female cat was already fierce, and after eating magical beast meat, it became even more formidable.

The Tibetan Mastiff, suddenly attacked, jumped back in pain. However, this jump just happened to collide with the stray dog behind it. The stray dog let out an angry roar and swiped at the Tibetan Mastiff's head, sending it flying before it could even stand steady.

The Tibetan Mastiff quickly got up and roared at the cats and the stray dog. However, seeing the female cat and the stray dog step forward aggressively, it whimpered and retreated to the corner, cowering. Tibetan Mastiffs are known as the "Eastern Divine Dogs," but not every Tibetan Mastiff is so brave, especially those that look fierce but are not purebred.

Seeing the Tibetan Mastiff cowering in the corner, Shen Hong's face turned red. He had raised this Tibetan Mastiff as a treasure for over a year, boasting about it to his friends. Wasn't it said to be a purebred Tibetan Mastiff, capable of fighting wolves? Now, not only did it lose to a stray dog, but it also lost to a cat?

"Grandpa, what kind of dog is this?" Su Yan asked in a childlike voice.

"This is a Tibetan Mastiff." Shen Hong, though frustrated, tried to be gentle with the little girl.

"Are all Tibetan Mastiffs so timid?" Su Yan looked up at Shen Hong, asking innocently.

"..." Shen Hong's mouth twitched violently, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood from Su Yan's words. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, speechless.

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