The white dog did not know why it was here, but it could vaguely feel that its destined enemy seemed to be here, waiting to fight with it.
It didn't know who its enemies were, but it believed that when they saw each other, it would recognize them—and it was definitely not the rabble of dogs barking in the distance.
Its fur had yet to be totally dried by the sun, and it was wet and plastered to its body, very uncomfortable. Its good mood was completely ruined.
So he started to run and bark in the direction of the dog calls. He wanted to bring down the little guys who didn't know good from bad by a bit.
A worker driving a forklift noticed the white shadow running by and shouted to another worker driving a rolling mill, "Look! Another stray dog! I haven't seen this one before!"
