927 Boss Dog's Prestige

Ling Pong, who was the assassin leader, squinted his eyes at the dogs before them.

So these were the dogs that his subordinates had talked about?

Actually, they weren't since the dogs the subordinates mentioned were far away on the opposite side of the main highway, around the barracks.

His subordinates tried to infiltrate the barracks, but some came back with their bitten beaten, and their hands and legs chewed on like bones.

The actions of these dogs made them believe that they had stumbled upon hungry animals in the dead of night.

After all, they were attacked by these dogs deep at night whenever they tried to infiltrate the barracks.

But the dogs never had killing intent, as they let them go after a while.

So no one thought more of it.

Little did they know that all those times, the dogs were just heeding to the instructions of the humans around by listening to the silent dog whistle that only they could hear.

And with their training, they knew the instructions based on how many times the whistles blew.

Of course, the Prison dogs had almost identical training to the military dogs. But there were a few more instructions catered to their prison scenarios.

Looking at the dogs, Ling Pong realized that their previous deductions about them were wrong.

Just by how they saluted the big one and even moved in formation, he could tell that they meant business.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn't impressed.

But he never believed for one second that they, as top-notch assassins, would lose to dogs.

If word went out, how were he and the rest supposed to live in the Assassin world again?

No matter what tricks these dogs have, they were still dogs and will always be lesser than humans.

That's why it was very laughable to him when he thought of the Baymardians sending dogs to fight In their place.

As expected, the Caronian soldiers in Baymard might be too focused on protecting the ports and the lower region.

So since Baymard didn't have enough guards, they got digs to do their job guarding other places.

Or else why was it that every time his men went scouting at night, they constantly met with dogs?

Everything further proved just how weak Baymard was.

Ling Pong looked at the boss dog and sneered.

No matter how big it was, provided it was a dog, he would kill it!

Likewise, the boss dog, who was as big as a tiger, had set its sights on Ling Pong, making him its target.

As the magical doors were closing... like lightning, the dogs had already circled their enemies, ready for combat.

~Ruuuuuuuu!

Boss dog gave the signal.

And instantly, all hell broke loose.

The superiors and dogs charged towards their targets like crazy.

Of course, how could Boss dog allow them to have all the fun?

Boss dog's sharpened as it dashed forward while keeping its head low before finally leaping onto the air, straight at Ling Pong.

Blood trickled down as Ling Pong felt a spine-tingling pain grip his heart.

F***!

The bastard bit his hand.

~Grrrrrrrrrr.

Ling Ping could smell and see the dog's wolfish fangs slowly crush his wrist.

Pain.

It was like the dog had disconnected something within his body, making him let go of the knife he held in that hand subconsciously.

Dammit!

Was he going to sit here and watch this bastard get the best of him?

No way!

Right now, the dog was over him while he lay on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and raised the other dagger in his other hand in an attempt to stab the bastard's neck.

But as if sensing his move, the boss dog moved its body slightly higher, causing him to stab the vest instead.

"Die!!!"

Pap.

What?!!!

Ling Pong looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

How was it possible that the blade didn't even fully go in after he used his max strength?

What exactly where these dogs wearing?

Boss dog grinned and quickly raised its paws, slapping the sh** out of Ling Pong.

Of course, it didn't reveal its sharp claws and just slapped his face with its paws alone.

Nonetheless, it hurt so bad that it left a clear reddish paw print underneath Ling Pong's mask.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah.

The slaps were so hard that it completely shocked him and left him in a daze.

Forget it.

He was probably missing a few teeth by now.

Blugh.

He spat out blood and glared at Boss dog unwillingly.

"You!!!..."

Could anyone tell him why this dog was so strong?

He felt like there was a conspiracy somewhere.

And he wouldn't be wrong.

Who was Boss dog?

He was warden Mitchen's pet.

And almost every day, Boss dog would have close combat with Mitchen.

Because just like Mitchen and his chief subordinates, Boss dog and his one chief subordinates seemed to have heavenly strength that was bestowed by the Gods.

Both dogs and prison guards fought in close combat for training purposes to see where they needed improvements.

This training had been beneficial because the dogs typically attacked just like beastly creatures.

So if they were out on a mission and came in contact with a hangol or something like that, they would have a better understanding of how to handle such matters, especially when some of the tiger-like dogs were you the size of Hangols.

Likewise, the dogs also learned how to handle humans more.

When it came to Boss dog, he was respected by both the guards and the dogs alike.

The other dogs looked at him in awe.

At times, they stood in line and sometimes reported their updates to Boss dog as if they were humans.

Even when they were sometimes taken out on missions to escort or capture prisoners, they all followed boss dog as his subordinates.

In short, if Ling Pong knew the real prestige of his opponent, he would smile bitterly and feel better about getting beatings from Boss dog.

What a joke!

Belittling Boss dog was akin to belittling Warden Mitchen.

And that was just plain stupid.

Pah!

Boss dog landed the last slap before grabbing the knife that Ling Pong dropped earlier on and threw it towards one of the walls far away.

Ling Pong took advantage of this and pushed Boss dog away, finally freeing himself from underneath it.