A dog had controlled the entire situation.
It was the first time Tang Zelin had seen such a thing.
He grew fonder of the Wolfhound.
Despite the numerous people shouting around, their curses rising and falling intermittently.
Yet, under the sharp gaze of the Wolfhound, hardly a few dared to move.
For anyone who dared, the Wolfhound's head would instantly turn, its body lifting as if it was ready to attack at any moment.
Who would dare to move then?
A bite from it, and one would be done for.
When someone saw the military personnel coming over, they shouted loudly, "Hey! You soldiers, come on, kill it!"
"Yes, yes, shoot it! What if it bites someone!"
Behind Tang Zelin, just as Guozi was about to draw his gun, Tang Zelin slightly lifted his wrist and frowned.
"We are all civilians here, can we shoot?"
"Yes, group captain, I was wrong." Guozi put his gun away.
Only Qu Guo'an beside him understood; it seemed Old Tang had taken a liking to this imposing dog.
