Change jobs, pet beast!

South of Kujing Village, near the Golden Toad Hot Spring.

Naizhu, carrying a fluorescent butterfly on her back, suddenly appeared on the roof.

"What happened? Didn't Zhao Baogang go out with Yunfeng? Why is he back early?"

"Yunfeng is dead."

A man in a trench coat curled his lip and said, "Old Zhao felt he couldn't complete the task, so he came back early, and he's holding back his anger."

"See, when they heard that the new young man was so arrogant and ignorant, actually wanting to help the Golden Toad Hot Spring regain its former glory, they just had to vent their frustrations, didn't they?"

Nai Zhu's gaze darkened, her gentle demeanor vanished, and with a gentle wave of her hand, the fluorescent butterflies began to carry her downwards.

"Hey, Nai-zhu, stop right there! What are you doing getting involved?"

Suddenly a strong gust of wind swept in, and a dark shadow swept across the low sky.

A tiger-headed crane glided gracefully, its tiger head radiating menacing intent, its crane wings drooping gently, suddenly blocking the path of the fluorescent butterflies.

"Old Zhao's exact words were, 'Anyone who dares to get in the way, ask me to help block them out.'"

"Naizhu, don't make things difficult for me. We're just two outsiders. We used to play house together when we were kids."

"Chai Jun, move aside."

"Hey, Chengxiong's been dead for years, why bother with his good-for-nothing grandson? Old Zhao'll be the fourth chieftain in a few years, wouldn't it be better to latch onto his coattails now?"

During the argument between the two.

The deathly aura spread like a tide.

The withered tree and bone wolf stepped out from the other end of the street.

The jagged skeleton was wrapped in dry, cracked, and decaying dark brown vines, withered branches embedded in the crevices of the bones, two clusters of eerie flames burning in the hollow eye sockets, the bone legs wrapped in bandages, and the bone claws grinding through the dust, slowly approaching Jiang Mo.

[Race]: Drywood Bone Wolf (Contract)

[Bloodline Rank]: Mountain and River Beasts (Medium)

[Life Cycle]: Maturity Stage

[Attribute]: Wood/Undead

[Pet Position]: Young and Dangerous (One Star)

[Work Experience]: 94%

Jiang Mo glanced at him, chuckled, and calmly looked at the tall figure in front of him—this person also had an exclamation mark above his head, undoubtedly a potential customer as well.

But Jiang Mo had absolutely no interest in probing his wishes. A faint, cold smile played on her lips as she casually said:

Are you threatening me?

"I don't handle pressure well. If I go crazy later, you might not be able to handle the situation."

Cheng Zhengqi was startled, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this Brother Jiang's counterattack?

Why is it different from what I imagined? There was no beating around the bush, no backing down, it was straightforward and cold, it went straight to the point.

"Sizzle."

He Zhifeng took out a firecracker, struck a match, and lit the fuse.

With a loud bang, the firecracker shot fifty or sixty meters into the air and exploded.

"Woof?"

Inside his own yard, the sleeping fire hound suddenly raised its head, its eyes blazing, and vanished in a flash.

Duan Yi, who was cooking for his daughter next door, suddenly put down his ladle and told Duan Diehua to close the doors and lock the windows, as he was going out.

"Ugh."

He Zhifeng blew out the match, put his hands behind his back, and gave Zhao Baogang a rude once-over. He shook his head and sighed:

"On our first meeting, you want to behead our young master? Your arrogance is truly astounding."

"roar--"

The withered tree and bone wolf suddenly roared, and its ferocious aura exploded outwards.

"Muddy chirp!"

Not to be outdone, Niwan tilted its head back, puffed out its body, and let out a babyish hiss.

It was only confused for a short while at first!

Now I understand, this two-legged creature is a villain. We must not bow to evil forces and must protect our master!

"Inexperienced and overestimating his abilities."

Zhao Baogang scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer, his eyes filled with disdain:

"I gave you a choice, but you insisted on courting death!"

"Next time you leave the village, remember to prepare a coffin for yourself, oh... two coffins!"

Zhao Baogang glanced coldly at He Zhifeng, his lips slightly parted, and silently uttered the words "old thing".

Immediately, he flipped over and leaped onto the withered tree and bone wolf, intending to leave without bothering to linger.

"Woof woof woof woof woof!" ("▼皿▼")!!

A heatwave raged, and smoke and dust billowed.

A fire hound, its eyes bloodshot with ferocity, its fur standing on end, its limbs pounding the ground with the speed of a crimson whirlwind, exuding an aura of slaughter, suddenly blocked the path of the withered wood wolf.

Zhao Baogang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tapping.

Behind the Firehound followed a massive creature, its heavy stone hooves stomping heavily on the ground.

"Duan Yi? You're going to go against me too?"

"Zhao Baogang".

Riding on the back of the rock-hoofed lion, Duan Yi, cold and stern, warned:

"These two are my saviors. If you dare to bully or humiliate them, we will fight to the death!"

Zhao Baogang burst into laughter, then his laughter abruptly stopped as he spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.

"Come on, let me see, do you have more brothers, or do I have the upper hand?"

The sound faded.

Whistles erupted from all sides.

In the shadows of the street corner, under the eaves, in the sky... at least four other people besides Chai Jun appeared, laughing and joking, completely disregarding those present.

"Brother Zhao, don't go too far. Duan Yi has a daughter, just over ten years old, already a beauty. If you kill Duan Yi, how will you propose marriage later?"

"That's right, that's right, Old Man Duan, don't show off. All you have to be proud of is your contracted pet. Your talent is terrible. After all these years, your original title is still stuck at level 1. That's all you'll ever be. Why don't you just live a peaceful life?"

Duan Yi suddenly opened his eyes wide, his arm muscles tensed like stone, and his breathing became heavy.

"Hey kid over there, I heard you're really good at scrubbing people in the bathhouse?"

Not satisfied with just mocking Duan Yi, one person then shouted at Jiang Mo:

"Grandpa's outhouse is never cleaned. Here's a coin, could you help me clean it?"

"Hahaha..." The other three burst into laughter.

Jiang Mo memorized the faces of these men, then turned and asked, "Are these people all from the Self-Defense Forces?"

"Yes, they're all the Second Chief's men. They've done a lot of dirty work behind the scenes."

Cheng Zhengqi's face turned ashen, his jaw clenched tightly:

"But don't be afraid. As long as you stay in the village, they won't dare to make a move. Otherwise, the chieftain will not let them off the hook."

"They're just deliberately provoking us. If we make the first move, they can act without restraint. We must hold back."

"Endure? Why should we endure?"

Jiang Mo tilted his head and looked at the little black mud penguin: "Mudball, can you stand it?"

"Cheers, cheers!" (｡・`ω´･)

Niwan shook his head vigorously.

Human conversations, which are often spontaneous and repetitive, sound like "cooing and gurgling" to a small animal because of their dense vocabulary. The little animal's head is spinning and it can't understand them in time.

But it doesn't matter!

Down with organized crime! It's the farmers' duty!

The little guy's eyes shone brightly, and his aura grew stronger and stronger, with a surge of fighting spirit.

"Young master, why don't you let this old servant and the troll go?"

He Zhifeng vaguely guessed the young master's plan and wanted to dissuade him: "Trolls are effective against withered wood wolves, so we have the advantage."

"No." Jiang Mo shook his head. "You're slow-moving, and your reactions are far inferior to those of a young man. One mistake could mean death. How can I be at ease?"

He Zhifeng opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

When he looked at Zhao Baogang, his killing intent deepened, and a faint glint of fire flickered in his eyes.

"Get out of here."

The deterrence is sufficient, and the answer to how to handle the situation is also clear.

Zhao Baogang straddled the withered wood wolf, approaching the fire hound step by step, a chilling smile twisting his lips under his cold gaze.

"Trolls, come back."

He Zhifeng lowered his eyes, his words were bland and tasteless, utterly devoid of emotion.

"Waaah..."

"Listen to me, this is an order!"

The fire hound, its anger surging, could only slowly retreat and make way, despite its resentment.

Zhao Baogang grinned, suddenly recalling the taste of dog meat. He smiled cruelly, his malicious gaze lingering on the fire hound.

Then, as he rode the withered wood wolf, preparing to leave...

Tapping.

Jiang Mo strode forward, suddenly stopping where the troll had just stood. He extended his right arm, hooked his index finger, and said calmly and casually:

"Did I let you leave?"

"A dead wolf, a stupid pig, I'm giving you two choices."

"Or, come with me to the ring and fight to the death."

"Or, kneel down and kowtow to apologize."

"You choose."

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P.S.: In the revised version, "bathhouse attendant" has been replaced with "laundry worker". The previous text needed several days to be revised because it could not be changed frequently. The following text will all use "laundry worker" (the ability settings remain unchanged, only the name has been changed).