HLM – Chapter 225 Zhuang Ding Captures the Bull King

The cowboys actually weren’t very busy at the ranch, and the work wasn’t heavy either.

Wang Bo had underestimated the power of the Ranch Heart. It could manage the livestock and poultry that entered its territory—though only domestic animals. Wild creatures like deer, mice, boars, and hares weren’t affected by its control.

How powerful was the Ranch Heart’s management ability? It could stop chickens, ducks, and geese from hunting the delicious Giant Wētā. Otherwise, with so many poultry on the ranch, the species would’ve gone extinct already.

But in reality, that hadn’t happened. The Giant Wētā had multiplied successfully, and nowadays it was common to see a few of them hopping or flying around the ranch, coexisting peacefully with the chickens, ducks, and geese.

So, the cowboys usually had plenty of free time. Their main responsibilities were twofold: guarding against thieves and monitoring pregnant cows, sheep, and pigs to assist with deliveries.

However, once they began slaughtering operations, the workload increased significantly. Ranch management became harder, and minor issues could crop up.

For example, although the Ranch Heart attracted the livestock, there were still occasional accidents that led to animals wandering away.

Once they left the Ranch Heart’s area of influence, they were no longer drawn to it and would freely roam.

As they wandered farther and farther away, the ranch would suffer losses.

Wang Bo only discovered this by accident while looking at the ranch’s sandbox monitor. And the issue was already serious by the time he noticed—it was the Bull King that had gone missing, leading an entire herd of cattle off the ranch.

Once he saw that, Wang Bo immediately drove out to herd them back. Zhuang Ding and the Queen followed.

Upon reaching the grassy field near the ranch, they didn’t wait for Wang Bo to give orders—they rushed forward, barking as they drove the cattle back.

Simmental cattle are sturdy beasts. Startled by the barking dogs, they quickly grouped together, lowered their heads, and raised their horns in a stance ready to confront Zhuang Ding and the Queen.

The Queen remained composed, but Zhuang Ding couldn’t stand the provocation. As a mastiff dog bred for strength and battle, its blood carried the fighting spirit of its ancestors. Provoked, it instantly lunged forward and bit one of the cow’s legs, tearing open a large gash!

The injured Simmental cow was terrified and in pain. It shook its head and ran wildly, mooing in agony.

The cry it let out summoned the Bull King—towering at 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall, three meters long, and built entirely of dense, muscular flesh. It charged in like a war machine, letting out a thunderous roar: “Moo! Moo! Moo!”

Wang Bo didn’t understand what that roar meant, but Zhuang Ding did—it was a challenge!

The mastiff’s fighting blood boiled. It fixed its eyes on the Bull King, jogging steadily forward in short, powerful steps, its sharp gaze locked on the opponent.

Under normal circumstances, Simmental cattle had no real combativeness. They weren’t wild bison; they were domesticated.

But the Bull King possessed the heart of a wild beast. Its awareness of battle was much sharper. It stared fearlessly at Zhuang Ding, snorting white vapor from its flared nostrils, eyes blazing with aggression. It lowered its head, horns forward, ready to meet force with force.

Sensing danger, Wang Bo quickly shouted, “Zhuang Ding, come back—!”

But a cowboy cut him off: “No, boss! Let Zhuang Ding attack! He can’t retreat now. The Bull King has issued a challenge. If he backs down, the herd will never fear him again.”

Zhuang Ding turned to look at Wang Bo. The latter gave a helpless smile, then waved his arm and shouted, “Take down that bull! Prove you’re the king of Sunset Town on four legs!”

The Commander flapped his wings and flew above, shouting, “Ah! Zhuang Ding! Ah, go get it! Ah, take it down! Ah, screw it up!”

The cowboys were speechless. “Sweet Jesus above!”

With the order given, Zhuang Ding’s determination grew even stronger, and his eyes almost glowed with fighting spirit.

Though fired up, he didn’t lose his head. He continued jogging in circles, eyes fixed on the Bull King, searching for any weaknesses.

The Bull King was more agile than a wild bison. Despite its bulky frame and exaggerated muscles, it moved with surprising nimbleness, keeping its head facing Zhuang Ding at all times.

After two full laps with no visible weaknesses, Zhuang Ding decided to attack head-on, abandoning sneak tactics.

He suddenly accelerated, like a jet taking off, and with a whoosh, rushed toward the Bull King.

The Bull King raised its head to gore him, but Zhuang Ding slammed on the brakes and swiftly retreated—clearly just testing the waters.

Seeing that, the Bull King lowered its head again, using its unbreakable horns to face its enemy.

Zhuang Ding tested several more times, but the Bull King’s defense was flawless.

Still, it was a brute beast. Simmental cattle are not known for their patience or temper. After several head tosses, the Bull King grew agitated and let out two loud moos. Then, with stomping hooves, it charged first!

Zhuang Ding pretended to panic and retreated, prompting the Bull King to give chase. Zhuang Ding’s speed increased, and the Bull King chased relentlessly—one large, one small, two mighty beasts swept across the grassland like a whirlwind.

The cowboys were stunned. Cousins gasped: “Sh*t! Am I blind? How is a Simmental cow running at 50 km/h?!”

“More than 50 km/h! My God! I didn’t know cows could run that fast!”

“Lord have mercy, Zhuang Ding’s in trouble! Quick, start the car and save him! That’s not a Simmental, that’s a North American bison!”

Indeed, Zhuang Ding seemed to be in danger. Though giant among dogs, next to a Simmental bull he looked like a dwarf.

Not just mastiffs—any wild beast would seem tiny beside this Bull King, who weighed over a ton, his entire body like a mountain cast from bronze and iron.

Bowen cried out, “Damn it! We’ll need Little Wang himself to tame that thing in the future. God, please let Little Wang recover his lion-and-tiger spirit!”

Just as they were about to start the car, the situation suddenly changed. Zhuang Ding, still sprinting, suddenly twisted his body in a paper-like fold and turned 90 degrees—a fluid, precise pivot.

Though the Bull King was agile for a cow, at high speed it couldn’t match Zhuang Ding’s maneuverability. Its heavy mass and momentum betrayed it. It tried to turn—but lost control and flung itself forward!

“Boom!”

A heart-stopping thud echoed across the field. The Bull King crashed to the ground like a collapsing mountain!

And in that very moment—swift as lightning—a golden shadow shot through the wind. Zhuang Ding charged like a blur, reaching the Bull King in a heartbeat, and clamped his jaws onto its neck!