HLM – Chapter 201 The Roaring War Mastiff

What’s the tiger’s deadliest trait?

Its pounce. With the weight and strength of an adult tiger, a single pounce can knock a grown man unconscious.

And what about dogs?

Naturally, it’s their bite.

Zhuang Ding wasn’t an ordinary dog. He was a war beast among canines—a Mastiff, the battle companion of Roman legions across Eurasia. This breed carried the blood of warriors, their veins brimming with fighting instinct and the purest combat reflexes.

With a powerful bite, he clamped onto a thug’s ankle. But he didn’t close his jaws—he quickly jerked his head upward to reposition, then bit down hard on the thug’s calf muscle.

Ankles had joints—if his teeth hit bone, they could get damaged. But muscle? That was easy. Smooth. So-easy.

The two thugs screamed like banshees, instantly losing their combat capability…

From there, the mastiff only grew more ferocious. Agile and fierce, he dashed and leapt through the crowd, mouth open, sinking his fangs into thighs and calves. Every bite brought down another opponent.

Even more powerful than the damage was the fear. After five or six people were bitten, the others began to panic. One burly thug managed to pull out a butterfly knife and lunged at Zhuang Ding.

But Zhuang Ding didn’t dodge. He lunged right into the attack. The blade grazed his fur and left a shallow cut, but at the same time, the mastiff sank his teeth into the thug’s arm.

The pain only fueled him.

He clenched down harder, razor-sharp canines nearly piercing straight through the limb. Blood sprayed from his jaws, painting the scene with cruelty.

This time, Zhuang Ding didn’t let go after biting. He thrashed his head wildly, growling from deep within his chest as he yanked the thug to the ground and began dragging him backward.

The remaining two men were petrified. Though they both pulled out knives in a panic, one glance at their companion being mauled was enough—they tossed their blades and fled, wailing.

In just a few exchanges, Wang Bo himself had taken down three men, helped Bowen and Charlie drop two more, and the rest—all except the two who escaped—were brought down single-pawed by Zhuang Ding. A glorious victory!

The ground was littered with groans and blood. Those taken down by the humans were still moaning, but those bitten by the mastiff were bleeding badly. Blood pooled here and there on the concrete, the scene utterly wrecked.

Seeing Zhuang Ding still mauling the poor thug with the butterfly knife, Wang Bo feared it might end in a criminal case. He shouted, “Zhuang Ding, come back!”

But once in combat mode, it wasn’t easy for the mastiff to snap out of it. He kept growling, thrashing the thug’s arm.

Wang Bo had no choice but to run over and wrap his arms around Zhuang Ding’s head to pull him back. Charlie panicked and yelled, “Hey! Careful! He’s gone berserk—”

Before he could finish, Wang Bo had already cradled the dog’s head. The furious mastiff immediately unclenched his jaws, burying his face into Wang Bo’s chest, rubbing affectionately while whining lowly.

Gently stroking his fur, Wang Bo whispered soothingly, “Okay, okay. The fight’s over. You did great. Good boy. Really great job.”

Behind the door, the Maori hotel owner had been watching the entire incident. Phone forgotten in his hand, he stood stunned, eyes wide.

Seeing the fierce mastiff finally calmed, he nervously pushed open the door and said, “Gentlemen, you should leave—quickly! That damned Mountain Monster Gang is not to be messed with. Take your car and go!”

Charlie nodded and waved for everyone to leave.

Wang Bo was reluctant. “We’re just letting them off like this? At the very least, we should call the police and have them all thrown in jail!”

Charlie shook his head. “First, what exactly are we reporting? Right now, they are the ones injured. They took the beating. Look at that poor idiot—did Zhuang Ding break his arm?”

“Second, do you really think the local police would give us a fair shot? These gang bastards wouldn’t still be around if they didn’t have influence here.”

Juan chimed in, “Exactly. Look at this boss—his family’s been here for over a century, and even he can’t do anything about those thugs. Just like back home—the drug lords run everything!”

Wang Bo was still furious. He sneered, “And what, we’re supposed to be scared of them? Charlie, are you scared of them? Even if they have power, we’ve got people too! I don’t believe they’ve got more pull than a governor or a prime minister. And I definitely don’t believe they’re richer than Bartier Good!”

“Strong dragons don’t crush local snakes,” Charlie warned. “Are you really going to risk court and jail time for some moral victory against scum like them?”

Wang Bo fell silent. He had to admit—Charlie was right. Court was a bad idea. They wouldn’t stand a chance here. Even if they did want to press charges, they couldn’t afford to stay. What if the gang came back with guns?

Still seething, Wang Bo walked over to the thugs, and with a final stomp to each of their heads or bodies, he grabbed the leader, yanked him up, and slapped him hard across the face.

“Open your dog eyes and remember me! Next time you see me, run. Or I’ll beat you every damn time!”

He tossed the man aside, climbed into the jeep, and Charlie floored the gas pedal, tearing out of there.

Shortly after they left, dozens of roaring bikes and modified cars pulled up. The bitten thugs staggered toward them, crying, “Take me to the hospital! I need rabies shots—now!”

A tattooed brute stepped forward, scowling. “Shut up! Where are those bastards? Find them—and kill them!”

The white punk Wang Bo had flattened first timidly said, “Boss… we might not be enough. There were four of them, but only one man and one dog actually fought…”

“F**k! One man and one dog did this to you? Useless! Every damn one of you is useless!” the boss spat. “Go. Find them. Find out who they are. This grudge—the Mountain Monster Gang will settle it!”

“Revenge! Revenge!”

“Kill those sons of b****es!”

“Can someone please take me to a hospital first?! Oh God, I got bitten by a rabid dog! And poor Oakley—his arm’s probably done for! God help us!”

One guy tentatively suggested, “Boss… maybe we should call the cops? That dog attack was illegal—”

SMACK! The boss slapped him hard and roared, spraying spit, “Shut it, idiot! The face we lost—we take it back ourselves! You think those pigs are just gonna get away with this? No! I’ll make them regret it! I’ll make them despair!”

Meanwhile, far away, Wang Bo was indeed full of regret: “Damn it. Next time we go out, I’m not just bringing Zhuang Ding. We need to bring the Queen too.”

“If you could train Little Wang to be a beast like this,” Bowen said, “just bringing him would be enough. Even if the whole damn Mountain Monster Gang came, they wouldn’t stand a chance.”