After running out of the yard, Ah Huang ran through several streets in one breath, and only when he saw that no one was chasing him did he catch his breath.
It looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings with a bit of a blank expression. It didn't know where it was or where its home was. It hesitated for a long time, and finally, based on its intuition, it chose a general direction towards home and walked on firmly.
Although Ah Huang had regained some of its strength, it was still starving. It went to a pond by a flower bed and drank a few mouthfuls of water, finally relieving its thirst.
It looked up and looked around. There were several garbage dumps not far ahead, but Ah Huang did not go there to look for food. It was a pet dog with an owner, and also a proud hunting dog. Ah Huang would not tolerate the behavior of looking for food in the garbage dump. That was the behavior of stray dogs.
It saw the mountains outside the city ahead, and without hesitation, it ran towards them. Mountains meant wild animals, and wild animals meant food. A good hunting dog would never let itself go hungry in the mountains.
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In the courtyard, Bawan lay convulsing in a pool of blood. Its chest injury was too severe; its pleural lining had been completely opened, and a large amount of air had entered its body, causing pneumothorax. Its condition was extremely bad, and even if it was sent to the hospital now, there would be no way to save it.
Afei returned to the courtyard, where Aqiang and Junzi were checking on Bawan's condition, shaking their heads and sighing incessantly.
Bawan is actually a good dog, an extremely excellent fighting dog.
It had won many matches for them, earning millions of dollars. It was only three and a half years old, the golden age for a fighting dog. It should have been able to fight for several more years, but unexpectedly, it died so inexplicably in the mouth of a strange Central Asian dog.
"Ah Fei, the 80,000 is beyond saving. We've suffered a huge loss this time."
Ah Qiang turned around and said to Ah Fei, his tone calm but with a hint of dissatisfaction, though he dared not express it.
"It can't even beat a dog that's been starving for a day and a night and is on a chain. What's the point of keeping such a piece of trash around? It's fine if it dies."
Afei replied coldly, then glanced around the yard and continued, "Send that picture of the Central Asian dog to the group chat and have them mobilize everyone to find my dog. I'll give 100,000 yuan to whoever can help me catch the dog."
"good."
A-Qiang and Jun-Zi both nodded, then took out their phones and started posting information.
Their WeChat group is a gathering place for most of the spoiled rich kids in Yizhou City. Although these people are not respectable, they have countless thugs under their command, so asking them to find the dog is obviously an excellent choice.
A reward of 100,000 yuan is not a small amount.
Afei gave Casro Bahwan a cold look before walking away. He had no feelings for Bahwan; fighting dogs were just his playthings.
His deepest desire is to have a dog like Ah Huang, one that can go hunting in the mountains, fight wild boars together, and go to the battlefield. In such a state, it can take down 80,000. If it were in a normal state, how terrifying would its strength be?
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Chen Chongshan and Xu Jiaming arranged to meet at a KFC in a shopping mall. About an hour and forty minutes later, Xu Jiaming arrived alone.
The journey from Tanzhou to Yizhou is only a 40-minute drive. Xu Jiaming was driving a Maserati this time, and the trident logo of Neptune became the most eye-catching sight outside the KFC.
"Chongshan, have you found the dog thief?"
As soon as Xu Jiaming sat down, he asked Chen Chongshan.
“Yes, I contacted Lin Jianbin, and he gave me an address. I went there this morning, but they kicked me out,” Chen Chongshan nodded in reply.
"What address? Where is it?" Xu Jiaming asked back.
"here."
Chen Chongshan handed the note in his hand to Xu Jiaming, and then said, "I only heard that the owner of this house is called Secretary Wen."
"The municipal party committee compound?"
Xu Jiaming was taken aback, then pondered for a moment: "Secretary Wen? Could it be a literary name?"
"You know him?" Chen Chongshan asked, startled.
"I don't know him." Xu Jiaming smiled and shook his head. "But there are only a few members of the Yizhou Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee. I've heard of most of their names. The secretary with the surname Wen should be your Deputy Secretary Wenxue Ming."
"You mean, the literary name was stolen from Ah Huang?"
Xu Jiaming pondered for a moment, then asked with some disbelief.
"It wasn't him, it must be his son."
Chen Chongshan shook his head and replied, "I found them based on a license plate number. I personally saw three young men put Ah Huang into their car."
"What is this phone number?"
Xu Jiaming asked.
"It must have been a dog thief, but I didn't hit them. I thought if I went to their house, the adults would be reasonable."
Chen Chongshan replied, and Xu Jiaming smiled. Who is Wenxue Ming? He is a veteran deputy secretary of the Yizhou Municipal Party Committee, and almost the designated successor to the next municipal party secretary.
How could such a powerful provincial-level official possibly reason with a country bumpkin like you, especially since you came to his door looking for a dog thief?
If word got out that a dog thief had gotten into Secretary Wen's family, no one would believe it, and it would be a loss of face for Secretary Wen.
Xu Jiaming smiled and shook his head, but he didn't say anything to Chen Chongshan. He was just a country bumpkin who was already doing well to find this place. How could he understand the ins and outs of the system?
"Let's call the person in question first."
Xu Jiaming smiled, took out his phone, and dialed the number on the address. The call was quickly answered, and a cold voice rang out: "Who is this?"
"Who we are doesn't matter. What matters is, where did you put my dog?"
Xu Jiaming replied casually.
Looking for your dog?
Afei immediately sneered: "Yizhou City, No. 612 Yincheng Avenue, Mengquan Home, come here."
"Okay, that's fine."
Xu Jiaming laughed, then put away his phone and said to Chen Chongshan, "Chongshan, let's go."
"Young Master Xu, is it really that simple?"
Chen Chongshan was stunned for a moment before asking with some doubt, "He was turned away when he went there, but here he can get his dog back with just a phone call?"
"Simple?"
Xu Jiaming chuckled and replied, "It's not that simple. They've laid out a path for us to pick them up. Getting Ah Huang back is no easy task."
The other party was from the Wen family, a powerful faction of powerful officials in Yizhou. Xu Jiaming was also an official, and he knew the rules of conduct of these officials very well. He knew that this matter was not so simple, but since he had stepped forward, no matter how difficult it was, he had to get the dog back for Chen Chongshan.
The address Ah Fei gave was a bit remote, but it seemed to be quite famous. Xu Jiaming drove Chen Chongshan around the area for a while, asked someone for directions, and finally found the place.
As soon as the car stopped, the fierce dogs inside heard the commotion outside and began to bark wildly. They were fed and cared for every day, but they rarely had the chance to go to the battlefield. They could only vent their energy through these hysterical roars.
The door was ajar. Xu Jiaming and Chen Chongshan pushed it open and entered. The fierce dogs inside barked even more fiercely, but both of them were dog lovers and ignored the raging dogs.
Their attention was focused on the three people in the middle of the courtyard, and beside them lay a dead Casro.
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