There's a chat group for pets in my neighborhood.

"Shut the fuck up." Scarface was in a bad mood, his tone full of impatience: "This place is so remote, you can't hide anyone here. If you had accomplices, you would have come out long ago, why wait until now!"

He staggered a few steps closer to Lu Fang.

"I may not know what you do for a living, but I know for sure that those bastards can't save you right now!"

Even if Scarface was stupid, he would now realize that the animal escape from his factory was inextricably linked to the person in front of him.

At this very moment, inside the factory, Tanuki is leading a group of stray cats on a frantic run toward the land, but their speed is still far too slow compared to that of the truck.

Until the truck crashed into the concrete pillar, they were still more than a hundred meters away from the land. Just as Scarface said, Tanuki couldn't help him at this point.

"Since you know I can control small animals, how do you know I only have them?" Lu Fang said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Scarface couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, but he quickly calmed down.

"No matter what methods you used, raising these animals must be quite something. I have a hunting rifle. If you're so capable, call those little beasts out and see if I can take them down one by one. Will you feel any remorse then?"

Lu Fang was startled.

He knew Scarface was right; the truth was now in the other's hands. He had originally planned to secretly have someone charge him a bone for each dog walk and then sneak up on him from behind. Now it seemed that if any pet appeared around, he would immediately raise his hand and shoot it.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have to reload that shotgun every time you fire it, right?" Lu Fang pointed to the homemade shotgun in his hand. "If seven or eight large dogs were charging at you, which one would you kill first?"

His tone was full of threats.

But Scarface was a desperate man, and Lu Fang's words had no effect on him: "Don't worry, when that time comes, I'll give you the first shot!"

"But I'm quite curious, who are you? An animal trainer? It's one thing to control these small animals, but to go to such lengths to save them, even risking your own life?"

Lu Fang opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a slight tremor came from the ground beneath his feet.

His expression changed slightly: "If I were you, I'd run away right now."

"The police could be on their way at any moment. With your current charges, it might be difficult to catch you. But if you kill someone and the case escalates, you won't be able to escape."

Scarface knew Lu Fang was right, but he didn't want to let the other man off so easily. So, he rolled his eyes and pointed his shotgun at Lu Fang's leg: "Then let's not kill him, shall we?"

He was too lazy to waste any more words with Lu Fang and pulled the trigger directly.

At that moment, Lu Fang roared, "Bones!"

Upon hearing the shout, the dog walker, who had been lurking nearby and charging a fee for each dog walk, suddenly burst out of the bushes and slammed headfirst into Scarface's waist. The sudden impact caused Scarface to veer off course.

Just then, Fat Pig and the others, who had been unconscious from the truck collision, slowly woke up.

"Damn it, you little bastard!" Scarface clutched his aching back, his eyes practically spitting fire as he glared at Lu Fang. "Fat Pig, Skinny Monkey, kill this dog for me, and this guy, cripple his legs, then we're off!"

The fat pig, sitting on the ground, shook its head, then stood up, holding a dog leash in its hand, and charged towards the bone that charged for each dog walk.

Now that the enemy has a large and powerful force, Lu Fang has been forced into a desperate situation.

However, he did not show the slightest sign of panic.

I'll tell you a secret.

"Hmm?" Scarface frowned, clearly unaware of Lu Fang's true intentions.

"Actually, I'm a druid!"

"Fuck you, you filthy bastard Rui!"

Even if Scarface was slow-witted, he now realized that Lu Fang was toying with him.

Just as he was about to take action in a fit of rage, a light suddenly appeared on the dark horizon in the distance.

"Hmm?" He frowned and looked toward the light.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, and countless blinding beams of light ripped through the desolate night sky in the north of the city like sharp blades.

Accompanied by the roar of car engines and the cacophony of electric scooter horns, a large army of more than a dozen private cars and electric scooters sped toward the old steel mill.

"This is it! The location provided by that clue is right here!"

"Don't let them escape! My son is still inside!"

"You dare touch my dog! I'll tear this lousy factory down today!"

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a group of pet owners with bloodshot eyes, carrying baseball bats, shovels, golf clubs, and even pepper spray, rushed over like a divine army descending from the sky.

That's right, this is the real trump card from the mainland!

Previously, he asked the sheriff in the group to contact Grey Mouse to investigate the specific images and information of the stolen pets. He then used this information to find the latest missing pet notices and contacted them one by one, informing them of the specific locations where the pets were being held.

Upon hearing news of their stolen dogs, they formed a support team filled with righteous indignation, waiting for Lu Fang's order to bring the dog thieves to justice.

Soon, sharp-eyed people noticed what was happening here.

"Over there, in the truck bed!"

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who usually appeared gentle and refined, immediately spotted the Samoyed strapped to the truck bed with blood still trickling from its mouth. His eyes widened in fury, and he grabbed a golf club and charged over.

"Angel, Daddy's here!"

When the owners saw their beloved dogs being tortured to the point of near death, their eyes turned completely red. They didn't care whether the other party was a desperate criminal or not, and more than a dozen people immediately surrounded the truck.

Skinny Monkey, who had just climbed out of the driver's seat, hadn't even had a chance to touch the weapons on the ground when three or four baseball bats and shovels were pointed at his head.

"What do you want to do? Don't do anything reckless!" Skinny Monkey looked at the group of humans who were furious to the extreme. His arrogance just now had vanished, and he was even hoping for the police to arrive.

What a joke.

The police won't hurt anyone, but if they fall into the hands of these pet owners, things could get complicated.

"What are you doing? Stealing my dog? I'll beat you to death today, you beast!" A burly man from Northeast China roared, holding the petite Chihuahua in his arms, and kicked the skinny man hard in the face.