Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Day two.

The doorbell rang just as the morning sun began to climb onto the windowsill.

Qin Ming glanced at the time; it was exactly seven o'clock in the morning. The other party was ten minutes earlier than the agreed time, which showed how much importance they attached to the mission.

As soon as the door opened, the two sides looked each other up and down.

A man in his early thirties stood outside the door, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, a gray T-shirt and jeans, looking like the older brother next door.

But Qin Ming's eyesight was incredibly sharp. He could see the faint muscle lines under the T-shirt, the unnaturally upright posture of the shoulders and back, and those eyes that, though seemingly casual, were actually habitually taking in the situation inside and outside the door with just a few glances.

The aura emanating from him was also extraordinary. Although it was somewhat restrained, Qin Ming, whose perception had been enhanced, would not ignore it.

Qin Ming nodded silently to himself, "What a skilled fighter."

However, his image in the eyes of the other party was not very good. Qin Ming was dressed in home clothes. Although he was neat and tidy, he was too thin and had no muscle definition at all.

Although his eyes were bright, the exposed patches of skin were pale, indicating that he rarely went out in the sun.

He was a scholar with plenty of wisdom but lacked physical strength; he was practically a weakling.

With just a quick glance, the SWAT officer had some doubts.

His name is Chen Feng, a veteran member of the city's special police detachment. He was temporarily assigned to this mission.

Dogfighting arenas are places where all sorts of people mingle, so the undercover agents have to be carefully selected. The dog partners are actually very important – they have to be bold and steady so they won't hold us back during the mission; they have to be alert and perceptive so they can detect danger; and they have to be absolutely obedient so they can follow orders when it matters.

However, such dogs generally require a lot of exercise and need long-term training and companionship. They are not the kind of dogs that people who don't like exercise can raise. The young man in front of me looks like a homebody.

He had seen Cangxuan's videos and photos, and had heard that it had helped solve several cases, with a perfect performance throughout.

But I've never had any direct contact with them, so I don't know if this information has been embellished. These days, people will do anything to become famous; it's not impossible for a dog to be marketed and hyped up as a super dog.

Time is of the essence, and there are very few options. The clue about the dogfighting arena was only discovered last night, and we must send someone in to scout it out today, otherwise the other party is very likely to move.

There are no suitable special dogs available, and it would be difficult to arrange for one from further away in the short term. Consultant Qin's dog is indeed one of the few options available at the moment.

We had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

Chen Feng sighed inwardly, but showed no sign of it on his face. He calmly showed Qin Ming his identification to prove his identity, and then followed him inside.

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The living room is right inside the entrance; it's not big, but it's very tidy. In the corner, a large dog sits quietly.

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks.

What eyes they were!

Cang Xuan crouched there quietly, like a statue. When a stranger entered the house, he didn't bark or get up like a normal dog, but simply stared calmly at the newcomer.

There was no hostility in his gaze, nor was there any attempt to please; it was simply a pure, calm observation.

But for some reason, Chen Feng dared not underestimate him.

He had been in the police force for many years and had seen all kinds of dogs: gentle Golden Retrievers, grumpy German Shepherds, cunning Border Collies, and good-natured Labradors.

But he had never seen such a look in his eyes before—too calm, so calm that it didn't seem like a dog's.

Furthermore, its attention is so focused that the slightest noise from the neighborhood or street corner fails to arouse its curiosity whatsoever.

Its presence is inexplicably weak; it's just that the moment you notice it, you'll naturally feel a chill down your spine.

That was a gaze from the top of the food chain.

With just this one meeting, most of Chen Feng's earlier concerns had dissipated.

Regardless of how this dog was raised, its aura alone is enough to convince people.

"Great, Advisor Qin, you've taken excellent care of this dog!" Chen Feng praised sincerely.

He wasn't just flattering him; he was genuinely impressed. This young man was definitely no ordinary person to raise such a dog.

Qin Ming, "!"

His lips twitched slightly, and he turned around to rub his temples. Of course, he knew that Cang Xuan had an extraordinary bearing.

The kingly aura of having commanded a pack of wolves, the murderous intent honed through battles with countless ferocious beasts—even with efforts to disguise it, some things are etched into one's very bones and cannot be concealed.

He felt both proud and helpless about Cang Xuan's perfect disguise. He was proud of Cang Xuan's excellent acting skills, but he was helpless because... the praise still sounded so awkward.

"Consultant Qin, has your dog undergone any training? What commands does it understand?"

Chen Feng spoke politely, but his words implied a subtle request for testing. After all, it was part of a mission, and he needed to know what the dog was capable of.

This was actually a way of hoping that Qin Ming would take the initiative to show off.

Qin Ming swallowed, feeling conflicted. How far should he go with the demonstration?

If it's too simple, it might limit creativity; if it's too complicated, where does it end?

The key question is, what kind of cooperation do the special police need? It can't just be commands like shaking hands or bowing.

After much deliberation, Qin Ming decided to adopt a compromise strategy.

He mumbled, "Cang Xuan is very intelligent. Let me first establish a friendship between you two, and then you can try to cooperate."

He beckoned Cang Xuan over, and like establishing friendships between kindergarten children, he extended a hand from each side to shake hands.

Cang Xuan even pretended to sniff twice before extending its paw and gently placing it on Chen Feng's hand, the movement elegant and composed.

Two minutes later, Chen Feng scratched his head.

That's it? Just a handshake and a couple of sniffs, and friendship is established? Does Advisor Qin have some misunderstanding about "establishing diplomatic relations through friendship"?

Despite the questioning looks from the other side, Qin Ming nodded confidently, his eyes resolute.

Chen Feng issued the order with some skepticism, but the slogan was short and accurate, a standard police command.

"sit!"

Cang Xuan sat down in response, his movements so perfect they could be straight out of a textbook.

"Catch!" Chen Feng took a rubber training ball out of his pocket and threw it into the distance.

Cang Xuan darted out like an arrow, catching the ball before it hit the ground. He then turned around, ball in his mouth, and looked calmly at Chen Feng.

"Go back!"

Cang Xuan trotted back and gently placed the ball at Chen Feng's feet. There was no saliva or bite marks; it was as clean as if it had just been bought from a store.

As Chen Feng executed all the commands so smoothly, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He thought about it and decided to increase the difficulty.

Chen Feng took out a small packet and opened it in front of Cang Xuan. It was a packet of specially made training olfactory sources, which had been specially treated and had a unique scent.

He had Cang Xuan sniff it carefully, then mixed the packet of odorant into a pile of miscellaneous items and scattered it into the yard.

The clutter included rags, plastic bottles, old newspapers, bricks, and even a few freshly bought, fragrant chicken legs—a distraction he had deliberately prepared.

"try to find!"

At his command, Cang Xuan didn't hesitate at all.

He lowered his head and sniffed the ground, then, with a clear goal and a straight path, walked directly to the corner of the yard and accurately picked out the source of the scent from a pile of miscellaneous items.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without a moment's hesitation.

Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh, "This dog is amazing! It can even resist the temptation of delicious food!"

Upon hearing the word "delicious food," one of the turtles, who had been pretending to be asleep in the corner, quietly peeked out and took a look.

Little Fatty's gaze swept over the neglected chicken legs and landed on Cang Xuan, his two small eyes narrowing into slits.

"Tch, you think you can tempt Cangxuan with just a few lousy chicken legs?"

If Cangxuan were tempted by something like this, he'd lose all face! This is nothing compared to what's to come.

Little Fatty silently gave Cang Xuan a thumbs up in his heart, then tucked his head back into his shell and continued to pretend to be asleep.

He couldn't be bothered with such things. He needed to carefully analyze the factors that had triggered the mantis shrimp's mutation, plan what to stock up on in the newly expanded space, and whether the big fish's friend's friend had become even tastier. Slurp... He was just too busy.

Chen Feng was truly impressed by Cang Xuan's performance.

This teamwork has far exceeded expectations, and it is even comparable to the professionally trained police dogs in the team.

His eyes, reaction speed, and obedience are all perfect!

He kept praising Cang Xuan, unable to tear his attention away.

But this scrutiny led to a problem.

—Why does this dog seem to have a hint of contempt and disdain in its eyes?

It wasn't anger, nor was it wariness; it was just a faint, condescending contempt, as if looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

It must be an illusion!

Chen Feng blinked hard, and when he looked again, Cang Xuan had already returned to his calm and composed state...