"Haha, still daring to spout madness at this point? Die!"
Zhou Chengkun laughed wildly, an ice-cold, bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face as he shook the iron chain, releasing his grip.
"Aooo... Woof—"
"Woof woof woof—"
The two Tibetan Mastiffs drooled fiercely, glaring at Jiang Chen and his two companions with their sharp, pointed teeth exposed as if ready to pounce at any moment.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, casting a casual glance at Yan Hu: "Yan Hu, what should I do about these two little dogs glaring at me?"
"Young Master, do you want to eat dog meat?" Yan Hu grinned cruelly.
Jiang Chen frowned slightly: "The meat of Zhou Family's dogs is all smelly, not for eating! However, only a dead dog can stink!"
"Understood!" Yan Hu nodded and took a step towards the two Tibetan Mastiffs.
