HLM -Chapter 1298 Snatching Toys

The “People’s War” method was effective, but inefficient. After drinking, people tended to get overly excited and hypersensitive, so even some normal behavior was mistaken for criminal activity.

Still, the tactic worked. That very night, a small group using GHB was caught—three young men and one young woman.

The four of them hadn’t been luring others into taking drugs. They were just sitting there themselves, half-conscious and twitching. Someone spotted white pills on them and called the police.

Wang Bo arrested them and sent them to Oak City together the next day.

Sunset Town still didn’t have a district court, so many matters still had to be handled in Oak City.

Sheriff Smith insisted on taking two Rottweilers. Wang Bo was extremely reluctant, but since the man had helped maintain order at the party and assisted in catching criminals, no matter what, Wang Bo owed him a favor.

After being busy all night, Wang Bo left a few officers on duty and gave everyone else a short break—two days off. He himself also needed some rest.

He returned to the villa and slept until afternoon.

Yawning, Wang Bo stepped outside. Eva was standing at the door, holding the baby and basking in the sun.

When she saw him come out, Eva aimed their daughter toward him and giggled. “Come on, baby, look who’s here?”

The little girl was still too young to recognize people. She stared at him with her pitch-black eyes for a moment, then struggled to turn her head back toward Eva, opened her mouth, and wailed loudly.

Eva hurried to soothe her, then said, “You’re too ugly—you scared the baby.”

Wang Bo took his daughter and said, “Impossible. She’s crying because she’s excited. Look—now she’s even more excited.”

Doll cried even louder, straining her throat with all her might.

Mother Bo walked out of the house, wiping her hands as she asked, “What’s going on? Why is our little trumpet blowing again?”

Wang Bo said helplessly, “A little trumpet? This is a battle horn!”

Mother Bo reached out to take the baby, but Wang Bo said, “We can’t spoil her, Mom. This kid cries whenever she wants—that’s definitely a bad habit. We have to correct it!”

After hearing that, Mother Bo slapped him on the arm. “I know not to spoil children, but how old is your daughter? Does she even understand anything yet? Even if you hit her, would she know what she did wrong?”

Eva nodded. “Exactly. So you have to go along with her. She really is a little princess right now.”

Mother Bo added, “When she’s a bit older and understands things, then you can teach her. Just like those puppies—look at them, fighting all day long. Just like babies crying, it’s all instinct.”

More than a dozen little Rottweilers were tumbling around together. There were so many that you couldn’t tell who was who—only that they were making an awful ruckus.

The puppies were already almost four months old. They were no longer tiny pups; they’d grown into half-sized Rottweilers, like jet-black cannonballs—strong and solid.

But they were still just as rowdy. Not a single one had inherited the Queen’s calm temperament.

Sitting on the lawn, Wang Bo said, “Sheriff Smith wants two of them to train as police dogs.”

Eva immediately protested, unwilling to part with them. “How can that be allowed? They’re the baby’s little companions. She’ll like them.”

Wang Bo sighed. “That’s exactly what I said, but Smith is too stubborn. I guarantee that in two days at most, he’ll come back again.”

As he spoke, he clapped his hands. The little Rottweilers kept playing wildly. A few glanced back at him, but their attention quickly returned to their companions, and they went on happily roughhousing.

Seeing this, Eva burst out laughing. “Haha, they don’t listen to you at all.”

Wang Bo snorted. “They’re still too young. You think they’d listen if you called them? Don’t shout—just clap.”

Eva said, “Alright, I’ll clap then.”

She patted the Queen, who was dozing beside her, then clapped her hands toward the puppies.

The puppies still didn’t react, but the Queen did. She jumped up and barked twice.

Hearing their mother’s call, the puppies came racing back one after another.

They all had short legs, and the grass was thick. As they ran through it, they kept tripping and falling, tumbling like little meatballs before scrambling back up and continuing on.

At this sight, the little girl—who had just been soothed—suddenly became delighted. She broke into a wide smile and stretched out her soft, pink little hand, pointing at the little Rottweilers.

Wang Bo wrapped an arm around Eva and said, “We absolutely can’t give these kids away. Look—how much the baby likes them. They’ll be her companions in the future.”

The next morning was still bright and sunny. Wang Bo returned after releasing Little Meng. A group of little Rottweilers came charging over wildly.

Seeing them, Little Meng—who had been perched on Wang Bo’s shoulder—suddenly spread its wings and took off. After reaching the air, it quickly folded its wings and dove straight down like a missile.

“What’s going on?” Wang Bo was puzzled.

Little Meng was heading straight for one of the Rottweilers, as if to attack it. But ever since the puppies were born, they’d always gotten along well.

The little Rottweilers seemed to know what it was trying to do. They quickly huddled together, then collectively barked furiously up at the sky.

After barking a few times, Little Meng flew up again. The little Rottweilers then scrambled toward the grass, fighting and rushing about. When Wang Bo approached, he was stunned to see several of the puppies fighting over a large snake!

The snake was as thick as an adult woman’s wrist—a python.

But in the mouths of the little Rottweilers, the python lay limp and lifeless, as if already dead.

Wang Bo’s heart sank. New Zealand didn’t have native pythons. All pythons there were pets. And this one, with its golden-yellow body, was unmistakably a famous pet species—the golden python!

“Damn it, you little brats! I knew you’d cause trouble!” Wang Bo rushed forward, shouting at the puppies, trying to snatch the golden python from their mouths.

The little Rottweilers thought he was playing with them. A few jumped up and wrestled with him. The one holding the python, however, guessed that Wang Bo wanted to steal its toy and immediately dragged the snake away at full speed.

Other puppies were also interested in the golden python, barking excitedly as they chased after it. They pounced and bit onto the python, trying to snatch it away.

Wang Bo shouted urgently, “Zhuang Ding, Queen, Little Wang—get over here right now!”

Hearing his voice, Eva walked out of the villa and asked, “What’s wrong? Your voice—”

“Quick, bring the Queen out! Damn it, these little bastards somehow got hold of a golden python!” Wang Bo cut her off anxiously.

At first, he thought the puppies had already killed the python and only wanted to take it away. But when he saw it again, the golden python started writhing.

That made him worried. The little Rottweilers were still in their juvenile stage, their combat strength limited. Even if it was just a pet, if the golden python used a death coil, killing them would be easy.

Hearing Wang Bo’s words, Eva froze. “Oh my god, a golden python? Is it Mrs. Betsy’s pet, Tom? Our neighbor Mrs. Betsy has a golden python as a pet…”

The Queen ran out after hearing Wang Bo’s shout. Wang Bo pointed at the golden python the puppies were fighting over. The Queen immediately ran over, clamped it in her jaws—and joined the fight for it.

Damn it—that’s their actual mother!

Wang Bo was utterly speechless.