Chapter 1120 - Dog King vs. Dog King

Chapter 1120: Dog King vs. Dog King
Translator: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio 
 Editor: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio

A bag of spareribs could barely fill a large dog’s stomach, and a single sparerib could only plug the gap between the teeth.
The white dog unreservedly distributed the bag of spareribs to everyone. Although it was only a small favor, when did these stray dogs ever see this? The class separation of dogs was strict, and it had always been only after the leader had eaten enough, patted its butt, and left before the other dogs could eat any leftovers.
Whether they managed to snatch the spareribs or not, the stray dogs had regained the shine in their dark and grey eyes, and they looked admiringly at the white dog. They had never seen such a leader. Now they were willing to die fearlessly at the white dog’s command.
The white dog was very satisfied with their looks, and looked towards the German shepherd.
Okay, now let me go and see what other stray dogs can become our brothers.

The German shepherd was first, leading the white dog and the big group, and ran in a certain direction. Its territory was closer to the pit bull’s territory, and it was very clear about the movements of its old enemy.



What the fck? What’s going on?

The eyelids of the forklift driver, who had finished his work and was resting, twitched, and he dropped half of his cigarette on his trousers, almost burning a hole in his overalls.
He watched in shock as a swarm of stray dogs ran like a dark swarm of locusts through the area, raising a great cloud of dust where they ran. He had never seen so many stray dogs gather together before.

Close the door! Bring the door up quickly!

After a moment, he finally reacted and shouted desperately to the driver of the road roller, who was on the running route of the stray dogs that practically seemed to want to attack the latter.

What?

The driver of the road roller was peeing next to his car, and he was almost done, still calmly shaking.
There was a distance between the two cars and he didn’t hear very clearly.

I’m telling you to get in the car quick! The dogs have come!

The forklift driver pointed in a direction and yelled.


The driver of the road roller turned his head to look and instantly felt cool under his hips, accidentally spraying the machine gun onto his pants.

Oh my god!
He did not care about whether he pulled up his pants or not. He stumbled into the driver seat of the car, closed the door, and stared in horror as his two hands fumbled around in a panic, touched a metal crowbar, and held it tightly, palms sweaty.
The vicious stray dogs rushed toward the road roller and toward him.
If a group of stray dogs that were of a very high number started to attack them, the glass of the car definitely could not protect him against them, and the metal crowbar may or may not be helpful. It could only be used to comfort himself in his heart.
He noticed that the leader of the German Shepherd Club was in front of him. So it had really broken the ice. Was it that this German shepherd had unified four groups of stray dogs? Coincidentally, he had bet on the German shepherd.
The odds were against the German shepherd, and the villa was by the sea. It seemed that he could win some liquor money this time.
He admired himself very much. At that time, he still cared about winning or losing in the gambling game. He did not know if the money was enough to buy himself a box for his ashes.
As the dogs approached, the forklift driver broke out in sweat and wondered if the group of dogs would target him after attacking the driver of the road roller.
However, the stray dogs came and went in a hurry. They did not stop by the road roller at all. They rushed past without even looking at the driver, leaving only a cloud of choking dust and stinking smell.

What happened?



The two drivers were shocked after surviving the disaster. Hadn’t the dogs come to attack both of them?
They could have driven with them to find out the truth, but they were sweating all over and practically going to collapse. They were already extremely thankful that they had managed to keep their pitiful lives. How could they care about other things?
The landfill was very large, the aggravation of the urbanization process in the city had made more people gather there, and more and more garbage was being produced. It was not feasible to reserve more space. In theory, this large area of saline-alkali land belonged to the scope of the landfill, but most of it was still empty.
The German shepherd ran in front for a while before it slowed down and turned around to give a signal to the white dog. The Pit Bull Band’s territory was in front of them.
The white dog’s forelegs did not touch the ground, and it stood up for a short time to get a better view.
It saw a lot of dogs gathering in front of it. The numbers were not smaller than its side, but it was divided into two groups, one larger than the other. It seemed that they were also confronting each other.
The other stray dogs stopped one after another.

What is going on?
the white dog asked.
Are these two groups of dogs all stray dogs?

The mastiff and mixed-blood Rottweiler also slowed down, barking to reply that the smaller group was made up of stray dogs, while the opposite group was a large group of wild dogs that had been forcibly occupying this space for many years. In each other’s eyes, they were each a thorn in the other’s side. In this situation, it seemed the wild dogs had come to make trouble again.
Of course, the mastiff and the mixed Rottweiler did not say that very clearly, but many of the meanings could be deduced from their angry expressions and tones of voice.



So that’s how it is.
The white dog nodded.
The wild dog it had just met had made it clear what kind of things the wild dogs were—like bandits who took up residence on the the mountain and did all kinds of evil things for the king.
Of the four stray dog heads, the bloodthirsty pit bull may not have been the strongest, but it was absolutely the most ruthless. It dared to exchange blood for blood and life for life. It might injure itself by 800 points but still harm its enemy by 1000. It was for this reason that its territory was also the largest of the four leaders’. It not only encroached on the territory of the other three leaders, but it also expanded into the territory of the wild dogs, fighting day after day.
But the pit bull had not initiated today’s confrontation. The king of the wild dogs had. It had been complaining about this for a long time, and led its subordinates, wanting to destroy the bloodthirsty pit bull in one fell swoop.
The king of the wild dogs rarely came out directly, and even the landfill workers seldom saw it. There had been repeated rumors that it had died—died of injuries, challenges from other wild dogs, or old age—but the emergence of the King of the Wild Dogs caused the rumors to collapse on themselves.
The dog king was also a local dog. Its whole body was black, and it lacked one ear. One side of its eyelid had been gnawed off by other dogs. All over its body, it had scars, which was proof that it had experienced a hundred wars.
It did not look very strong, but there was a chilling breath emitting from inside its body. When others met those cold eyes, it seemed they were being stared at by the god of death.
Even the fierce, bloodthirsty, and fearless pit bull, faced with the legendary dog king, showed unprecedented caution and delayed its initiative to attack.
Among the white dog’s newly recruited subordinates, only a few of the original German Shepherd Club kept quiet while moving, while the other dogs were running and barking excitedly. The wild dogs and members of the Pit Bull Band discovered their arrival very early.
It was also because of the arrival of this unknown force that the King of the Wild Dogs, who was supposed to launch an attack, temporarily postponed the original attack plan and stared at the white dog coldly. Perhaps humans would misunderstand who the leader of the dogs was, but it would not.

Chapter 1120: Dog King vs. Dog King
Translator: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio 
 Editor: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio

A bag of spareribs could barely fill a large dog’s stomach, and a single sparerib could only plug the gap between the teeth.
The white dog unreservedly distributed the bag of spareribs to everyone. Although it was only a small favor, when did these stray dogs ever see this? The class separation of dogs was strict, and it had always been only after the leader had eaten enough, patted its butt, and left before the other dogs could eat any leftovers.
Whether they managed to snatch the spareribs or not, the stray dogs had regained the shine in their dark and grey eyes, and they looked admiringly at the white dog. They had never seen such a leader. Now they were willing to die fearlessly at the white dog’s command.
The white dog was very satisfied with their looks, and looked towards the German shepherd.
Okay, now let me go and see what other stray dogs can become our brothers.

The German shepherd was first, leading the white dog and the big group, and ran in a certain direction. Its territory was closer to the pit bull’s territory, and it was very clear about the movements of its old enemy.



What the fck? What’s going on?

The eyelids of the forklift driver, who had finished his work and was resting, twitched, and he dropped half of his cigarette on his trousers, almost burning a hole in his overalls.
He watched in shock as a swarm of stray dogs ran like a dark swarm of locusts through the area, raising a great cloud of dust where they ran. He had never seen so many stray dogs gather together before.

Close the door! Bring the door up quickly!

After a moment, he finally reacted and shouted desperately to the driver of the road roller, who was on the running route of the stray dogs that practically seemed to want to attack the latter.

What?

The driver of the road roller was peeing next to his car, and he was almost done, still calmly shaking.
There was a distance between the two cars and he didn’t hear very clearly.

I’m telling you to get in the car quick! The dogs have come!

The forklift driver pointed in a direction and yelled.


The driver of the road roller turned his head to look and instantly felt cool under his hips, accidentally spraying the machine gun onto his pants.

Oh my god!
He did not care about whether he pulled up his pants or not. He stumbled into the driver seat of the car, closed the door, and stared in horror as his two hands fumbled around in a panic, touched a metal crowbar, and held it tightly, palms sweaty.
The vicious stray dogs rushed toward the road roller and toward him.
If a group of stray dogs that were of a very high number started to attack them, the glass of the car definitely could not protect him against them, and the metal crowbar may or may not be helpful. It could only be used to comfort himself in his heart.
He noticed that the leader of the German Shepherd Club was in front of him. So it had really broken the ice. Was it that this German shepherd had unified four groups of stray dogs? Coincidentally, he had bet on the German shepherd.
The odds were against the German shepherd, and the villa was by the sea. It seemed that he could win some liquor money this time.
He admired himself very much. At that time, he still cared about winning or losing in the gambling game. He did not know if the money was enough to buy himself a box for his ashes.
As the dogs approached, the forklift driver broke out in sweat and wondered if the group of dogs would target him after attacking the driver of the road roller.
However, the stray dogs came and went in a hurry. They did not stop by the road roller at all. They rushed past without even looking at the driver, leaving only a cloud of choking dust and stinking smell.

What happened?



The two drivers were shocked after surviving the disaster. Hadn’t the dogs come to attack both of them?
They could have driven with them to find out the truth, but they were sweating all over and practically going to collapse. They were already extremely thankful that they had managed to keep their pitiful lives. How could they care about other things?
The landfill was very large, the aggravation of the urbanization process in the city had made more people gather there, and more and more garbage was being produced. It was not feasible to reserve more space. In theory, this large area of saline-alkali land belonged to the scope of the landfill, but most of it was still empty.
The German shepherd ran in front for a while before it slowed down and turned around to give a signal to the white dog. The Pit Bull Band’s territory was in front of them.
The white dog’s forelegs did not touch the ground, and it stood up for a short time to get a better view.
It saw a lot of dogs gathering in front of it. The numbers were not smaller than its side, but it was divided into two groups, one larger than the other. It seemed that they were also confronting each other.
The other stray dogs stopped one after another.

What is going on?
the white dog asked.
Are these two groups of dogs all stray dogs?

The mastiff and mixed-blood Rottweiler also slowed down, barking to reply that the smaller group was made up of stray dogs, while the opposite group was a large group of wild dogs that had been forcibly occupying this space for many years. In each other’s eyes, they were each a thorn in the other’s side. In this situation, it seemed the wild dogs had come to make trouble again.
Of course, the mastiff and the mixed Rottweiler did not say that very clearly, but many of the meanings could be deduced from their angry expressions and tones of voice.



So that’s how it is.
The white dog nodded.
The wild dog it had just met had made it clear what kind of things the wild dogs were—like bandits who took up residence on the the mountain and did all kinds of evil things for the king.
Of the four stray dog heads, the bloodthirsty pit bull may not have been the strongest, but it was absolutely the most ruthless. It dared to exchange blood for blood and life for life. It might injure itself by 800 points but still harm its enemy by 1000. It was for this reason that its territory was also the largest of the four leaders’. It not only encroached on the territory of the other three leaders, but it also expanded into the territory of the wild dogs, fighting day after day.
But the pit bull had not initiated today’s confrontation. The king of the wild dogs had. It had been complaining about this for a long time, and led its subordinates, wanting to destroy the bloodthirsty pit bull in one fell swoop.
The king of the wild dogs rarely came out directly, and even the landfill workers seldom saw it. There had been repeated rumors that it had died—died of injuries, challenges from other wild dogs, or old age—but the emergence of the King of the Wild Dogs caused the rumors to collapse on themselves.
The dog king was also a local dog. Its whole body was black, and it lacked one ear. One side of its eyelid had been gnawed off by other dogs. All over its body, it had scars, which was proof that it had experienced a hundred wars.
It did not look very strong, but there was a chilling breath emitting from inside its body. When others met those cold eyes, it seemed they were being stared at by the god of death.
Even the fierce, bloodthirsty, and fearless pit bull, faced with the legendary dog king, showed unprecedented caution and delayed its initiative to attack.
Among the white dog’s newly recruited subordinates, only a few of the original German Shepherd Club kept quiet while moving, while the other dogs were running and barking excitedly. The wild dogs and members of the Pit Bull Band discovered their arrival very early.
It was also because of the arrival of this unknown force that the King of the Wild Dogs, who was supposed to launch an attack, temporarily postponed the original attack plan and stared at the white dog coldly. Perhaps humans would misunderstand who the leader of the dogs was, but it would not.