HLM -Chapter 1140 Cute Pet Battle

Having a big territory is just satisfying.

As Wang Bo planned the running route, he began to understand why people in ancient times wanted to be landowners. The more land you owned, the easier it was to get things done.

If they were to participate in a race, it would be the Iditarod Sled Dog Race. According to the rules, each team has one musher and sixteen dogs, and the route starts near Anchorage and ends in Nome—a total of 1,161 miles, or a full 1,868 kilometers!

Of course, that didn’t mean the dogs would need to run the full 1,868 kilometers as a test. Time didn’t allow it—the record for the race was eight days, twenty-two hours, and forty-six minutes. There was no way to let these dogs run for that long continuously.

The race allowed for breaks along the way, so as long as the dogs could run 100 kilometers in one go, that would be sufficient.

Sunset Town’s perimeter was roughly 140–150 kilometers. If the dogs could run a full lap continuously, that would be excellent, and they’d be ready for the race.

Wang Bo was reluctant for them to try. The distance was too far, and if the dogs couldn’t handle it, they might exhaust themselves to death.

Zhuang Ding and Queen had no problem with such a distance—they had accompanied him on multiple runs to and from Auckland, roughly 100 kilometers each time.

Since the Chinese rural dogs had arrived in Sunset Town, although they ran every day, they would rest after just a few kilometers.

Seeing his hesitation, Tony calmed down from his earlier enthusiasm and said, “Maybe forget it. I think I’ve seen this breed before—they really aren’t suitable for long-distance runs.”

Williams, who was also present, said, “Wang, I suggest you give it a try. You might not know these dogs as well as I do. My kennel has more than ten dogs brought from China.”

“Locally, these dogs are sometimes eaten, but in my kennel, they all perform well—at least as excellent hunting dogs.”

“What do you mean?” Wang Bo didn’t quite understand.

Williams explained, “It’s simple. The Iditarod attracts dog lovers from around the world. It’s always been a domain dominated by sled dogs. If your Chinese rural dogs perform well, they’ll draw attention and free themselves from the unfortunate status of being considered food.”

Tony added, “They’re eaten in China? How can that be? At least they are excellent guard dogs. With careful bloodline selection and training, they can handle many roles.”

Their words convinced Wang Bo. They made perfect sense—he should let the Chinese rural dogs compete and make them famous internationally.

Although he liked calling his dogs “local dogs,” they weren’t ordinary. Tony thought they were compact, loyal, and smart—better than many purebreds.

Wang Bo whistled, telling several staff members to bring back all the rented dogs. There were ten dogs in total. They weren’t from the same litter; nobody knew where they were taken from, but the police had handed them over.

The ten large dogs circled around him. Zhuang Ding ran over again—it was the king of dogs. Its massive body brushed aside a few other dogs with ease, then squatted next to Wang Bo: “Get away, little buggers! This is my dad!”

Wang Bo laughed, patting Zhuang Ding’s head to soothe it, then gathered the Chinese rural dogs together. He hopped on his mountain bike and shouted, “Hey, babies, keep up with me!”

The mountain bike kicked up smoke and accelerated forward.

Seeing this, the rural dogs didn’t hesitate. They immediately scrambled to follow.

Zhuang Ding, seeing them chasing Wang Bo’s bike, widened its eyes: “Little buggers, shamelessly chasing my dad? I’m joining too!”

Queen, who had been lying quietly, saw the group running. Thinking for a moment, it followed along—not to chase Wang Bo, but to protect its children from Zhuang Ding.

The Chinese rural dogs were raised by Queen, so to it, they were like its own kids.

The Fat Cat brothers blinked and quickly ran after them as well. They didn’t really understand why they were running, so they mewed while running haphazardly.

Little Meng flew alongside—they were the fastest. With a swoosh, they shot to the front, then circled back to perch on the front of Wang Bo’s bike, looking at him curiously.

The all-terrain bike was open-top. Wang Bo laughed heartily upon seeing Little Meng and got excited, shouting, “Little guy, fly! Lead the way from the air!”

He pointed to the sky ahead. Little Meng crouched, jumped, and flapped its wings rapidly, shooting into the air.

When passing the mountains below the castle, Little Wang, from halfway up the hill, saw a group of playmates chasing the bike. Curious about the fun, it howled loudly: “Awoooo!”

The howl shook the forest, but the dogs, used to such sounds, weren’t scared. They kept running under Wang Bo’s lead.

Little Wang ran straight down the hillside—not following the path, but barreling in a straight line. Even when it tried to turn, it couldn’t stop and crashed into the bushes.

No problem—it pushed its large head out and ran after the group again.

The lion-tiger beasts had big strides and strong bursts of power. They caught up quickly.

The Fat Cat brothers weren’t built for long-distance running—their short legs couldn’t keep up. They gave their all but could only stay at the back.

Seeing Little Wang, their eyes lit up. They leapt onto Little Wang and clutched it tightly.

Carrying these two chubby ones was like carrying two apples—Little Wang didn’t care and kept moving fast.

The lion-tiger beasts had poor endurance. Other than size and strength, they weren’t remarkable. They were a failed hybrid of wild beasts.

But Little Wang was different. Its Soul Heart had been upgraded to level three. Raised with the Nest Heart as a child and influenced later by the Beast Heart, it was extremely strong and healthy.

Running at full speed, it caught up with the group without falling behind.

After more than ten kilometers, Wang Bo saw the dogs panting heavily, so he stopped and gave them fresh water.

He had to monitor their condition—if they showed signs of exhaustion, he’d have to stop.

Fortunately, the dogs were only thirsty from running, not tired. After drinking, their eyes still shone brightly, and their muscles were taut.

Refueling the bike, Wang Bo got back on and pressed the throttle.

“Woof woof woof!” The dogs barked and ran again. Little Wang led the way ferociously, unburdened, and even faster.

The Fat Cat brothers, now riding the bike, lounged in the back, watching the dogs chase. Their plump faces looked very content.