HLM – Chapter 81 Zhuang Ding’s Interests

After the people from Tahiti Town left, Old Wang dragged a lounge chair to the shade just outside the castle gates to enjoy a bit of relaxation.

It was a prime spot—perched on the mountainside’s edge. To the northwest, the Twin Lakes shimmered like silver. To the west stretched grasslands dotted with cattle and sheep. To the south and east, the view was a sea of lush, green prairie.

Opening the Lord’s Heart, Wang Bo—being a man of his word—took out the screwdriver left behind by the knight and gave the tires of the Nissan sedan a couple of solid jabs. Judging by sight alone, without a high-clearance tow truck, the people from Tahiti Town could forget about driving that car away.

After finishing his little sabotage job, he checked on the extraction tray again. It had turned completely emerald green now, but still wasn’t usable. So he decided to expand the pasture surveillance area to monitor the livestock more closely.

Suddenly, a large yellow rabbit appeared at the gate, strutting confidently down the mountain path.

Wang Bo wasn’t the only one who noticed it—Zhuang Ding spotted it too.

He had been amusing himself by chasing his own shadow. But the moment he saw the rabbit, he froze.

Because this wasn’t your average wild rabbit—it was massive, about the size of a small mongrel dog, easily weighing over ten jin (5+ kg). It was a rare big rabbit!

It was Wang Bo’s first time seeing such a giant rabbit. He figured the little guy had probably fattened up on the rich pasture grass—there was no other explanation for its size.

Zhuang Ding stared at the big rabbit, and after a brief moment of thought, shook out his fur, pinned his ears back, planted his feet, and shot off in full sprint toward it.

Seeing this, Wang Bo was awestruck. The mastiff truly lived up to its reputation as a superb hunting dog bred through generations of human selection. The instinct to hunt ran deep in its blood—no training needed. At the sight of prey, it just ran.

The big yellow rabbit was fast, no doubt. But Zhuang Ding, with the power of a soul core and the body of a mastiff, was lightning-quick—closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

Sensing danger, the yellow rabbit panicked and bolted, desperately trying to escape. Out in the wild, this guy was clearly a top survivor—its powerful hind legs launched it forward in massive bounds, covering ground fast.

Unfortunately, its pursuer was a born predator. After a fierce chase, Zhuang Ding finally caught up and pounced, tackling the giant rabbit to the ground.

Wang Bo hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to command.

Mastiffs were battle hounds, after all—and he’d raised Zhuang Ding to protect the castle, so it needed to learn to hunt, to see blood. But… was it too early for a pup to start shedding blood?

While he was still debating, Zhuang Ding had already pinned the rabbit down…

But instead of biting its neck or disemboweling it, he used his front paws to hold it still—then climbed on top of it and began rapidly thrusting his hips back and forth…

The big rabbit struggled in disgrace, its hind legs kicking furiously against the ground—but it was no match. The mastiff, known as the Titan among dogs, was a true brute: strong, massive, and relentless. Once it pinned the rabbit down, the poor thing couldn’t budge an inch.

Wang Bo finally snapped out of his shock and let out a bloodcurdling scream: “Holy sh*t, Zhuang Ding, you little demon! What the hell are you doing?! Let go of that rabbit! Let it go!”

Back when Zhuang Ding mounted a sheep, Wang Bo hadn’t thought much of it. He’d assumed the pup was just imitating what it had seen in Charlie’s D-A-V videos. But now, seeing the same moves applied to a rabbit… things were getting serious.

Hearing his master’s yell, Zhuang Ding turned his head, startled, staring with wide black eyes—but his rear end was still happily going at it.

At this point, the yellow rabbit had lost all fight. It just lay there limply, accepting its fate like a helpless cabbage under the heel of a warlord.

“This is insane!” Wang Bo was at a total loss for words. His face was frozen in utter confusion—the kind that required capital letters to express.

He shouted a few more times but then stopped, worried he’d frighten Zhuang Ding so badly the dog might develop… performance issues. But wait—wasn’t Zhuang Ding still just a pup? How could he even do this to a rabbit?!

Wang Bo’s heart ached with helplessness. This was all Charlie’s fault—his D-A-V videos had clearly led Zhuang Ding astray.

And the little guy was fast at learning too. Charlie had only let him watch those clips for two days. Honestly, if the enemy wanted to branch out into D-A-V business, Zhuang Ding could be their top performer. He was a natural—born for the job.

Wang Bo rushed over and pulled Zhuang Ding off. The yellow rabbit had been utterly wrecked. But the moment Zhuang Ding was removed, the rabbit tried to flee—only to be tackled again as Zhuang Ding pounced, pinned it down, and resumed his enthusiastic thrusting.

“Get back here!” Wang Bo dragged him away again. The rabbit now lay on the ground, its body twisted, barely breathing—just wheezing faintly.

Zhuang Ding sat back on his haunches, ears pulled back, big eyes wide and innocent, wearing a look that screamed, What did I do wrong?

Wang Bo didn’t know whether to hit him or scold him. He was still a damn virgin himself—how was he supposed to deal with this?

Left with no better idea, he shouted toward the castle, “CHARLIE, GET OUT HERE AND DIE FOR ME! COME OUT AND DIE RIGHT NOW!”

Charlie appeared, disgruntled: “Wang, mind your attitude, damn it! I’m your assistant, not your emotional punching bag!”

Wang Bo roared: “Get over here! I’m gonna beat you to death! You’d better turn into a sandbag—at least sandbags can take a hit!”

The parrot commander gleefully swooped over and squawked: “Ah, idiot’s in trouble! Ah, you’re screwed! Ah, you’re so screwed!”

Charlie chuckled: “Damn, that bird’s got a sharp tongue. Most kids can’t even talk this fluently. Hey, Wang, what’s with the look? Why’re you staring at me like that? Did I kick your dog or punch your bird or something?”

Wang Bo said with a tragic face, “I don’t even know where to begin!”

He pointed at the rabbit. “Zhuang Ding, go ahead. Show him again!”

Zhuang Ding leapt up cheerfully, pinned the rabbit down again, and began rhythmically shaking his hips.

Charlie’s face slowly froze. He hesitantly asked, “Sh*t… Zhuang Ding hit puberty early, huh? You giving him testosterone shots?”

“I didn’t give him jack!” Wang Bo was devastated. He grabbed Zhuang Ding and scolded, “Enough already, stop it! You trying to screw it to death or what? You’re a dog, it’s a rabbit!”

Reluctantly, Zhuang Ding let the rabbit go—only to latch onto Wang Bo’s leg and start thrusting again, scaring the hell out of him.

Charlie swallowed hard and said, “Wang… I don’t believe this is from watching videos. He’s a dog—how the hell can he learn this well?”

A horrifying thought flashed through Wang Bo’s mind: What if the soul core amplified whatever activity they were doing when they first received energy?

That was entirely possible. The parrot commander had been learning to speak at the time, and now it was absurdly articulate. And Zhuang Ding? He’d been watching Charlie’s hand-picked D-A-V collection!

Even the all-capable Charlie the Great couldn’t help with this one. Just then, Bowen walked out and looked at them in confusion: “What are you two doing out here? Huh, a rabbit? That’s a big one! Who caught it? Was it Zhuang Ding? Good boy, Zhuang Ding!”