The white dog didn't know why it was here, but it could vaguely sense that the destined enemy seemed to be here, waiting for it to fight.

It didn't know who its enemies were, but it believed it would recognize them when it saw them—not the rabble that came in the direction of the barking of dogs.

Its fur hadn't fully dried, and it was uncomfortable to stick to its body wet, and its good mood was ruined.

So, it strode in the direction where the barking of the dog came, and it wanted to show the little red guys who didn't know what to do.

A worker driving a forklift noticed the white shadow running by not far away, and shouted to another worker who was driving a road rolling machine: "Look! There's another stray dog! I don't think I've seen this before!"

The latter glanced at it and shouted disdainfully: "It looks like he just ran out of the house, look at that little body, I bet this dog will not live more than three days in the landfill!

"Forget it, don't gamble, I'm going to go on a blind date after this month's salary. The former shook his head and refused, because he also felt that this thin dog would definitely be bullied when he came here, and if he saw the wind and made the rudder recognize the boss, he might be able to survive, otherwise he would only starve to death.

The white dog didn't pay attention to what they were saying, and ran straight ahead, carefully avoiding the exposed broken glass, severed rebar, and crushed cans on the ground. The smell of the landfill was sick to his stomach, and it was hard to understand why so many dogs were congregating in such a place.

It was running and running, when it suddenly heard a wild bark nearby, which seemed to be coming for it.

Sure enough, a dirty, smelly wild dog appeared in front of the white dog, with rotten vegetable leaves hanging from it, and a wound on his shoulder that had been cut by a sharp object, and bright red flesh turned out of the wound.

A dozen flies buzzed around the wild dog, landing on its eyelids, back, and wounds, and it just shook its body and flicked its tail to chase away the flies for a moment, only to fall again a moment later.

The white dog stopped suspiciously, not knowing why the other party stopped him.

"Wang!"

The wild dog bared its dirty fangs and barked at it, and with the sound it spurted bad breath, and its eyes looked at the white dog with bad intentions.

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to give you. The white dog shook his head, "Before I lose my temper, you can get out of here." ”

The wild dog was enraged by the white dog's contemptuous attitude, and it thought that this thin white dog was easy to bully, and as long as it was scared, it would be able to take the white dog as a little brother, or at least it would be so frightened that the white dog would fall to the ground and beg for mercy, and run away with his tail between his legs.

It lunged over and opened its mouth to bite the white dog.

The white dog did not dodge or dodge, but just turned its head slightly in disgust, as if it was smoked by the smell of wild dogs.

It wasn't until the wild dog rushed to the close distance that it lowered its head unhurriedly, sank into the dantian, exerted strength in the waist and abdomen, and roared: "I'm top!"

It meets the wild dogs like a cannonball, but uses a rare attack for dogs - using its head to hit the enemy.

This wild dog is just an unknown small character in the wild dog group, and even so, he has done many fights, there are losses and wins, there are heads-up and scuffles, but I have never seen a dog use his head to push himself.

Wild dogs were meant to bite the neck of a white dog, which is fatal to most animals, and it is difficult to roll over once bitten by an enemy. But the white dog's bow happened to protect the most fragile neck with its head, which made the wild dog's teeth bite empty.

Not only if, but the white dog's head hit the wild dog's chest so hard that the wild dog almost felt as if it had been hit by a hammer, and without even snorting, it got up from the ground, flipped a few heels in the air, and then fell to the ground like a broken sack, struggling to stand up with a bang.

The eyes of the wild dog are unwilling: you ...... Why don't you play by the routine?

"I warned you. The white dog glanced at it with disdain, "Before blocking the road next time, look at who you are going to stop!"

With that, it continued without looking back, leaving the wild dog behind.

The brief episode didn't take much time, and a moment later, it arrived at the scene of the confrontation between the Earth Dog and the Mastiff Group.

By the time it arrived, the battle between the hybrid Rottweiler and the giant mastiff was on the verge of breaking out, and the eyes of both sides were about to burst into flames.

The white dog walked leisurely, and even inserted it between the mixed Rottweiler and the giant mastiff, as if he did not pay attention to the two fierce dogs and the other stray dogs cheering on him.

In the eyes of the earth dog group, this newly emerged white dog probably belongs to the mastiff group, and in the eyes of the mastiff group, it is the opposite.

So, every dog present showed its fangs at the white dog and barked wildly, meaning: Don't get in the way! Go back to you! If you dare to go any further, I will bite you to death in minutes!

"Wang Xipi!" the white dog scolded, "You little red guys and pig heads dare to yell at me, give you a chance to shut up your stinky mouths!"

The group of dogs was stunned for a moment, I don't know where it got the confidence to be so arrogant, aren't you afraid that they will rush up and tear it to pieces?

"Woohoo!"

The hybrid Rottweiler was enraged, and he was closest to the white dog, and pounced on the white dog with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, intending to kill the white dog in an instant, as if it were an appetizer, and then eat the main meal after eating the side dishes, and go to play with the old rival.

"I'm top!"

The White Dog repeats his old trick, sucking his neck and bowing his head to avoid the enemy's sharp teeth, his head piercing between the two front legs of the hybrid Rottweiler, and resting impartially against the enemy's chest.

The hybrid Rottweiler was knocked into the air, but it was stronger than the dingo, and after falling to the ground, it staggered a few steps backwards before falling to the ground. It felt like it was suffocating as the air in its lungs was compressed and squeezed out of its throat, and the sternum and pectoral muscles were not restored to their original shape after being hit hard, making it feel as uncomfortable as suffocation.

The members of the Dirt Dog Regiment alternate their gazes in disbelief at the White Dog and the hybrid Rottweiler, their own boss...... Lost? And lost so simply that he didn't even survive a single photo?

Not only were they shocked, but the mastiff group on the opposite side was also silent. It's not your friends who know you best, it's your enemies - no one knows better than the members of the Mastiff Pack about the fighting power of this hybrid Rottweiler, who has bullied and bitten several members of the Mastiff Pack before, making them angry, but how can it be so bad?

Looking at the white dog's eyes again, he was already full of awe, such a vision used to be exclusive to the four major leaders.

Who is this white dog that suddenly appeared as sacred?