HLM – Chapter 1066 Chinese Rural Pups

The dog thieves were beaten so badly their faces were practically rubbed into the ground. Wang Bo was truly angry—he had almost fallen into their trap earlier. It was a classic case of overturning in the gutter.

So, once the white fox bit the man in the passenger seat and neutralized the danger, Wang Bo immediately rushed over, grabbed the guy, kicked him to the ground, and unleashed a flurry of punches like a meteor shower, going berserk on the burly man.

People passing by saw the chaotic brawl and began whispering:

“What’s going on? Why are they fighting?”

“Looks like two cars crashed, and one side called in backup.”

“Isn’t that Cao Huzi from Caojia Gully? Who are they helping?”

“You idiot, what nonsense are you spouting? Those people are dog thieves! My old dog of fifteen years was killed by them!” the bearded man roared over his shoulder.

The back of the van was opened, and several stiff, dead dogs came into view.

The onlookers immediately grew furious and rushed forward, fists flying:

“Beat these scumbags! Heartless bastards—my dog was stolen by them! My son cried for days!”

“Damn it, that dog looks like my aunt’s! Get them!”

“Move! My dog was killed by them—let me avenge him!”

Seeing that the four dog thieves were in real danger of being beaten to death, Wang Bo quickly stepped back to avoid getting involved.

The little snow fox hid in his arms, its dark eyes darting nervously—the chaotic scene frightened it.

Eva asked, “What’s going on? Why does this look like a war zone?”

Wang Bo said, “The ones who hit our car were a group of dog thieves. This is getting interesting—let’s just watch.”

“Uh… who’s going to fix our car, then?” Na Qingyang asked.

Wang Bo froze. Right—these dog thieves were either going to be beaten half to death or arrested. Who was going to pay for his repairs?

The scene was extremely brutal. The four dog thieves were quickly beaten until their faces were covered in blood.

Eva looked worried and asked if he should step in to save them.

Wang Bo refused immediately. “Save them? That’d only drag us down with them! One group traffics people, the other steals dogs—in our hometown, when you catch them, you beat them half-dead first and talk later.”

Finally, someone called the police. Sirens wailed as a patrol car arrived.

Hearing the siren, everyone who had been fighting scattered instantly—even the bearded man jumped on his motorcycle and sped away.

Three of the dog thieves, covered in blood, had fainted on the road—though clearly they had been pretending earlier. The fourth, whose pants had somehow been ripped off, curled on the ground holding his stomach, wailing. Blood soaked his crotch area—he had taken a brutal hit.

Most of the attackers fled, leaving only bystanders. The police asked the onlookers a few questions and then approached Wang Bo.

One officer handed him a cigarette. “You’re the ones involved from the beginning, right?”

Wang Bo declined the smoke. Na Qingyang quickly stepped forward and said, “Hello, officer. We didn’t participate in the beating. We didn’t lay a hand on the victims.”

“Then what were you doing here? Watching for fun?” the officer barked.

Na Qingyang pointed at their car. “No, our car was hit by them. We’re waiting for traffic police to handle the accident.”

Seeing the police arrive, the three who had been pretending to be unconscious instantly “woke up.” The one missing his pants continued to howl—he had really been beaten badly.

An ambulance arrived shortly after. A doctor did some simple bandaging and prepared to take them away.

Wang Bo stepped forward to block them. “Doctor, officers—our matter hasn’t been resolved. If you take the perpetrators away, who’s going to pay for the car repairs?”

The officer said, “Alright, young man, you’ve beaten them badly enough—let’s get them to the hospital. If someone dies, no one can afford that.”

Wang Bo refused to back down. “Officer, I really didn’t hit them. I just want to know—my car was hit by them. How is this going to be handled?”

The two officers were convinced he had rammed the van himself. They assumed his dog had been stolen and he chased the thieves down to crash into them.

After all, from appearances, the van was the one that had been hit—not Wang Bo’s Volkswagen.

They were taken to the police station. Wang Bo felt helpless. No matter what he said, the officers didn’t believe him.

Zhong Dabao’s car had no dashcam. There was no surveillance at the small rural intersection. He had no evidence to prove his story.

Fortunately, the police didn’t make things difficult for him. In this region, there’s an old tradition—when you catch a kidnapper or dog thief, you beat them half-dead first. No witnesses, no pursuit. And rumor had it that even the county police supported it—after all, a police dog had once been stolen and sold to a dog butcher.

When Wang Bo and the others arrived at the station, someone recognized him—he had been brought in after a fight with Leng Si a couple of years ago.

The police called around, gathered evidence, and concluded he wasn’t a suspect. First, his family didn’t own any dogs. Second, he had just gone to the city to donate to his alma mater—he had no reason to fight with dog thieves.

The county police chief came out, shook hands, and told them the investigation was over—they were free to go.

Wang Bo sighed. “Chief, so our car just gets wrecked for nothing?”

The chief sighed as well. “If you’re willing to wait until these dog thieves are prosecuted in court, the traffic police can assign responsibility then.”

Wang Bo didn’t have that kind of time. “Forget it. Guess I’m unlucky this time.”

The chief hesitated, then said, “If you want some compensation… well, those thieves stole a whole litter of puppies. We can’t find the owners. You can take them as the rightful claimant.”

Wang Bo went to take a look. The litter had over ten puppies, just opening their eyes. They were round, fluffy, with big heads and short legs. Their coats were mottled black, white, and gray—classic Chinese rural dogs.

If he didn’t take them, they’d eventually become strays. The police wouldn’t raise them, and there was no need to. Chinese rural dogs weren’t considered rare here; few people would adopt them.

So, though the chief called it “compensation,” it was really a way to dump the burden.

Wang Bo understood. He reached out and stroked the puppies. They licked his palm with their soft, warm little tongues.

Seeing this, he smiled. “Alright, I’ll take them.”

There were no Chinese rural dogs in Sunset Town yet. He planned to bring his parents over eventually—raising a few dogs would keep them busy.

After receiving the puppies, he didn’t want to deal with quarantine checks. He simply used the sandbox to send them directly to the ranch—and even brought the Queen over to help care for them.