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The Caucasian Dog truly deserves its title as the third-ranked fighting dog in the world. When it's vicious, it's utterly ferocious—on par with lions and tigers.

Han Long was also considered a ruthless figure of the highest order, and his reputation in the underworld was unquestionably formidable.

Perhaps he had envisioned possible ways he might die someday—being shot, blown up, or stabbed... but no matter how much he wracked his brain, he would've never imagined dying from being mauled by his own dog.

And that dog was the beloved pet he'd raised for years...

"Boss..."

Just as Qin Fang commanded the dog to kill Han Long, a startled shout rang out from the villa entrance. Turns out, it was a subordinate who'd been on patrol earlier and just returned.

The scene before him utterly shocked the mercenary known for his murderous ways; for a moment, he couldn't process it.

Han Long, once a dominant figure in Southeast Asia, was now lying slumped over, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, devoid of any shine. Blood stained his neck, and the Caucasian Dog had just released its grip...

"Someone, quick! Someone come! Brother Long has been killed by a dog!"

The woman reacted quickly. A moment ago, she had been watching smugly as Han Long took his last breaths; now, she suddenly switched gears, putting on an act of pitiful desperation.

The piercing scream of the woman, mixed with sobs, immediately drew attention from many people. At the very least, it snapped the dumbfounded subordinate out of his shock, instinctively making him reach for his gun.

What exactly this woman wanted and her specific relationship with Han Long was of no concern to Qin Fang. His goal had been simply to eliminate Han Long.

With the objective accomplished, there was no need for him to linger any longer.

Whether the dog lived or died was not something Qin Fang particularly cared about. It was merely a tool he'd temporarily recruited for the job. Now that Han Long was dead, its value had significantly diminished.

Nevertheless, a strong pet like this, Qin Fang figured, was worth keeping alive if possible...

Even though the System allowed Qin Fang to control the pet, if it were killed, it would still die permanently...

Similarly, the Caucasian Dog was in the same precarious position as Little Dragon, who was lurking within Qin Fang's body—a single life, and death meant complete annihilation.

"Awooo~~"

With just a thought, Qin Fang sent a signal to the Caucasian Dog, which immediately let out a howl and darted forward with astonishing speed and power. It lunged at the mercenary reaching for his gun, bared its sharp claws and teeth, and snapped its bloody jaws straight at the mercenary's neck...

"Ah..."

But the mercenary, having climbed out from piles of corpses, was no ordinary man. Faced with such a brutal attack by the dog, he instinctively threw himself sideways to avoid the danger, foregoing the chance to grab his gun.

The Caucasian Dog's movements, however, were much faster. Its claws tore through the mercenary's clothing, leaving a long, bloody gash on his shoulder...

For these seasoned mercenaries, such injuries were not severe enough to be life-threatening—at most, it made him grunt in pain—but it spared his vital areas from damage.

Enduring the pain, the mercenary began turning his body sideways and reached for his gun, intending to kill the dog before it could make another attack. The creature was simply too dangerous.

But...

Despite landing a hit, the Caucasian Dog didn't even glance back. It darted through the doggy door on the villa and disappeared into thin air.

When the other mercenaries rushed out in response to the commotion, they searched the entire villa but couldn't find a single trace of the dog. It left barely any bloodstains and vanished in an eerily mysterious way...

Such an outcome was far too bizarre for the mercenaries. However, compared to their boss Han Long's death, this incident seemed almost trivial.

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After the dust settled, Qin Fang finally relaxed and couldn't help but reveal a slight, pleased smirk.

Even he hadn't thought things would go so smoothly—and in such an invisible, undetectable manner...

This incident also made Qin Fang contemplate whether he should raise more similar pets in the future. They could silently kill without drawing suspicion—a perfect asset for completing his King of Assassins mission.

However, pets were not something easily acquired.

Not every wild animal could be tamed as a pet. Only those with relatively higher intelligence could obey commands; the less cognitive ones wouldn't even understand instructions, making taming outright impossible.

Still, this idea gave Qin Fang something to consider paying attention to.

Once pets exited combat, Qin Fang would have the option to make them revert to their pet status markers. This way, they could be stored within the Props Box—ready to be deployed when needed, and tucked away when not.

The only exception was Little Dragon, lurking within Qin Fang's body. Its pet marker was essentially the dragon-shaped tattoo on Qin Fang's chest. It fused with his body and didn't occupy a slot in the Props Box.

Having taken care of his primary business, Qin Fang naturally saw no reason to stay in the villa's bathroom any longer. After a quick shower, he changed clothes and stepped out.

"It's about time. Let's grab something to eat, and we can bet on some races in the afternoon..."

Qu Yuancheng, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached Qin Fang with the suggestion as he emerged.

Since they had come for horse racing in the first place, leaving before the event started wouldn't make sense. Naturally, he proposed this plan, though he also intended to strengthen their bond.

From the time Qin Fang entered the bathroom until he reappeared, it had only been about ten minutes—just the length of a normal shower. Qu Yuancheng didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, and neither did anyone else.

Han Long was dead, mauled to death by a dog...

And it had happened miles away from the racecourse. No matter how one speculated, there was no conceivable link between the incident and Qin Fang.

Moreover, there seemed to be no apparent motive for Qin Fang to harbor grudges or reasons to kill Han Long...

The racecourse naturally had restaurants, all of them quite upscale, catering especially to the wealthy heirs and horse enthusiasts.

Qin Fang and Qu Yuancheng weren't fussy and opted to dine here. By the time they finished eating, the race would be starting soon.

More people were beginning to arrive at the course. Using his Scouting Skill, Qin Fang found no trace of Tu San.

Perhaps Tu San was too far off, or maybe he'd already wrapped up his plans and left. He might've even gotten wind of Han Long's death...

Regardless, for now, Qin Fang hadn't had any direct encounters with Tu San.

Tu San—a devil among monsters—was definitely on Qin Fang's hit list. Eliminating him would rid society of a scourge and net Qin Fang a hefty reward in Justice Points. However, his current strength wasn't enough, so it was a goal he had to postpone.

It was race day; those who enjoyed betting on horses and had free time were bound to show up at the racecourse—especially idle wealthy heirs.

Some arrived early, such as the infamous Four Young Masters as well as Miss Hu, known as Little Chili...

Little Chili was a horse lover and an avid rider. Naturally, her passion for betting on horse races ensured she wouldn't miss this afternoon's event.

To save time, she handled lunch at the racecourse restaurant as well.

Coincidentally, just as Qin Fang and Qu Yuancheng sat to order their meals, Little Chili suddenly appeared and casually plopped down next to Qin Fang.

"Jiajia, what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Little Chili, Qu Yuancheng immediately felt his head throb.

Not that he feared her, but navigating the dynamic between Little Chili and Qin Fang—particularly after their bet—was exhausting. He had finally managed to separate the two, only to find them reunited.

Miss Hu, formally known as Hu Jiajia, reportedly had her name bestowed by their family patriarch. While the significance of the name wasn't clear, Hu Jiajia's personality definitely didn't align with its gentle connotations.

At least her name wasn't something overly ladylike, like "Shuxian" or "Shuyi." That would've been truly shocking.

"What? This isn't your restaurant. Why can't I be here?"

Predictably, Little Chili lived up to her moniker, shooting a glare and snapping back sharply at Qu Yuancheng, leaving him speechless.

"You're Qin Fang, right?"

Fortunately, Little Chili didn't press on further; her focus shifted to Qin Fang. She turned to him with an inquisitive look and asked directly.

"Hmm..."

Faced with the fiery Little Chili, Qin Fang found himself somewhat at a loss. However, since she at least kept her demeanor somewhat civil, he couldn't completely brush her aside. He let out a slight hum as confirmation.

"So you're Aunt Qing's son?"

Her curiosity unrelenting, Little Chili continued, staring intently at Qin Fang's face while occasionally glancing at Qu Yuancheng across the table, as if searching for a clue.

"You don't look the part. Aunt Qing was Hong Kong Island's top beauty back in the day. If you're her son, how come you look..."

Before Qin Fang could respond, Little Chili decisively dismissed his lineage with her own observation. Though she didn't finish her sentence entirely, the implication was clear—and left Qin Fang speechless. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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