Da Huang had scared Li Chenggong so badly his legs went weak.
When he finally got to his feet, he wanted to curse up a storm. He even thought about faking an injury and blaming it on Da Huang.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as he planned. Before Li Chenggong could open his mouth, he saw Da Huang wagging its tail, head held high and proud amidst the crowd. Every one of the gawking villagers was giving the dog a pat on the head.
"Da Huang is just the best, isn't he?"
"You can say that again. He doesn't bite, but he can still catch bad guys."
"Exactly. With Da Huang in the village, I feel so much safer."
Basking in everyone's praise, Da Huang turned his head and looked at Li Chenggong.
'A dog borrowing its master's might—it couldn't be more obvious.'
Li Chenggong scrambled to his feet, embarrassed. He didn't dare say another word, just found the shoe he'd lost and limped away.
"Da Huang, let's go."
