HLM -Chapter 1299 Little Shitheads

The golden python’s vitality far exceeded Wang Bo’s expectations. By the time he managed to wrest it away, the snake was covered in wounds but not dead. On the contrary, once it was in his hands, the python seemed even more energetic, coiling around his leg at top speed.

The little guys all thought it was about to attack Wang Bo and immediately assumed fighting stances. The Fat Cat brothers even bounded forward in two quick strides, ready to pounce and finish the snake off.

Wang Bo stopped them. As the person involved, he could feel that the python had been tamed before—it was quite docile. Coiling around his leg was an act of avoidance, not aggression.

He planned to quietly return the golden python to the neighbor’s house. When he reached the adjacent villa and set the snake down, two little Rottweilers came out of nowhere—one bit the head, the other bit the tail—and took off at a mad dash with it.

“My Tom!”

A shrill scream rang out from the second floor of the villa.

Wang Bo’s scalp went numb. Clearly, the neighbor had noticed.

He sprinted after them, smacked the two little Rottweilers to the ground, snatched the golden python back into his arms, and hurried to return it to the lady of the house who had run outside.

The villa had been sold long ago; most buyers were wealthy people who bought such places for vacations.

Wang Bo’s neighbor fit that description. Mr. Betsy was a publisher. He’d bought the house because of his child—the kid had become obsessed with the Sunset Band at the Flaming Mountain Bar.

Of course, back then it wasn’t yet the Sunset Band; Ryan, Reddy and the others were just resident singers.

Wang Bo handed the golden python back to the tearful Mrs. Betsy and said awkwardly, “I’m sorry, ma’am. When did you arrive in town?”

Mrs. Betsy cradled the python like a treasure. Once in her arms, the snake behaved as if it had returned to its nest, wriggling nonstop—clearly badly frightened.

Wang Bo was shaken too. He wasn’t afraid of fierce beasts, but reptiles were another matter. A python slithering around in someone’s arms—forget touching it, even looking at it made him uneasy.

“About a week ago. We’re here for spring break. Auckland’s spring pollution is too severe, so my husband and I came to Sunset Town to get some fresh air.”

After briefly explaining their trip, Mrs. Betsy went on the offensive. “What exactly happened here? My Tom is a good child. He wouldn’t take the initiative to provoke your dogs. So how did he end up in a dog’s mouth?”

Wang Bo laughed awkwardly. “Haha, haha—what provocation? They were just playing. The little ones probably just met and were playing together.”

Mrs. Betsy lifted the python’s head for him to see. “Look at how many places its skin was bitten through! Mayor Wang, I need an explanation!”

Wang Bo forced a bitter smile. “May I apologize? Perhaps your snake was basking in the sun outside and the dogs discovered it. I’m very sorry they injured your pet.”

Mrs. Betsy was a well-mannered middle-aged woman. Hearing Wang Bo’s apology and seeing that the python, though injured, was clearly not in mortal danger, she didn’t press him too hard.

Still, she was displeased and deliberately raised her voice. “Dear, pack up. We’re going back to Auckland. The air there may be bad, but at least it’s safe.”

A slick-haired middle-aged man walked out and asked, “What? We’re going back? Didn’t you just say you wanted to stay in Sunset Town for a whole year?”

“A whole year? Then I’d have to raise three hundred and sixty-five Toms!” Mrs. Betsy snapped angrily.

Mr. Betsy stepped out, scratching his head in confusion. “What does this have to do with Tom?”

A teenager poked his head out of the villa window and laughed. “Tom got carried off by a Rottweiler. Mayor Wang just brought him back. Mom felt bad when she saw it.”

Mrs. Betsy’s voice jumped several octaves. “How do you know? You saw it, didn’t you?”

The boy made a face. “Yeah, I saw it. But I thought I was hallucinating. You know, Mom—I’ve been studying music lately and getting hallucinations.”

“Then you can forget about learning music ever again!” Mrs. Betsy roared.

A family civil war broke out. Wang Bo took the chance to slip away and head back home.

The little Rottweilers refused to leave, staring at the golden python with drooling anticipation.

Seeing this, Wang Bo was furious. He went up and smacked their butts one by one. “Go, go, go!”

At lunchtime, the little girl started kicking her legs and crying.

Eva calmly ate her fruit salad and said, “Go. Your daughter is calling you.”

Wang Bo stood up helplessly. “She can’t even talk yet. You can’t just dump her on me because she needs to poop.”

Eva said, “How can she not talk? I understood her perfectly. She’s saying, ‘Daddy, I pooped, Daddy, come clean me up!’”

Mother Bo hurried to stand. “I’ll take care of it.”

Wang Bo pressed her back into her seat. “It’s fine. Eva and I are just bickering. I’ll handle it.”

Holding his breath, he took off the doll’s diaper.

Then a scream rang out—Eva’s scream.

Wang Bo turned back in confusion. Eva was usually calm; this was the first time he’d ever heard her scream like that.

Father Bo and Mother Bo shouted too. “Oh my mother!” “Good heavens!”

The three of them stared fixedly into the living room. The little Rottweilers were fighting again—this time over a diaper. The thing wasn’t sturdy at all and was torn to shreds in moments.

As a result, the poop and pee from the diaper were flung all over the carpet, and the dogs were smeared with patches of it as well…

“Holy crap!” Wang Bo was helpless. Without their “hearts of souls,” these dogs were truly dumb as rocks!

To make matters worse, the little Rottweilers were having a great time. After tearing the diaper into several pieces, they meticulously shredded it further into tiny fragments.

The Commander flew up, shouting, “Ah—shit kids! Ah—shit kids!”

The Political Commissar blinked and muttered, “So dirty, so dirty. The commissar is the cleanest. Little Meng is the cleanest.”

Eva strode out of the dining room and shouted at him, “Are you stupid? How did you let them get the diaper?”

Wang Bo said aggrievedly, “I didn’t give it to them! I didn’t even notice—who knows when they snatched it away.”

Eva snapped, “You’re still explaining? Hurry up and clean this mess! My God, how can they do this? No—no—no—don’t come near me! Don’t open your mouths and lick me!”

Seeing her waving her arms, the little Rottweilers thought she was playing with them. They leapt up, opening their mouths to nibble or stretching out their tongues to lick enthusiastically.

Wang Bo felt utterly powerless watching this. Eva was really doomed this time.

Eva yelled, “Why are you just standing there watching? Come pull them away!”

Wang Bo said, “I can’t. I still need to wipe our daughter clean and put on a fresh diaper. Do it yourself—you’re not some helpless weak woman.”

Eva shouted angrily, “I’m afraid I won’t control my strength and smash these little bitches to death!”