1046 Night Attack (2/2)

After a pedestrian was bitten, they would certainly not let it go, but the owner of the dog would not confess to it. In order to destory any evidence, the owner would often secretly put the dog down. Plus, the villagers often had each other's backs, so that the bitten party could only confess to their bad luck.

There were a lot of gifs and images spread on the Internet about fights between cats and dogs, and more often than not it was cats bullying dogs. The dogs in the videos, however, had very mild tempers, and were not fierce dogs that had been trained.

The truth was that even golden retrievers, which were normally very gentle and loyal in front of humans, had the potential to become evil monsters when they faced other dogs and cats. They were nicknamed ”the treasure of dogs,” and the number of golden retrievers that killed stray cats was not small. After all, golden retrievers were hounds, and they had a hunting instinct.

If even a golden retriever could be like that, then fierce dogs that were born with a bloodthirsty nature were even worse. When stray cats encountered a fierce dog, if there was no wall or haystack nearby, it was often dangerous.

No one owned cats in the villages; rich people in the city owned cats. They did not interfere with the predation of stray cats by fierce dogs, and they even encouraged them to supplement their meat.

However, some sensitive villagers had recently noticed that the formerly silly stray cats seemed to have become more cunning and less vulnerable to predation. The fierce dogs in the village were hungry, and the stray dogs around the village were hungry––so much so that they even jumped into the villagers' yards to prey on poultry.

It was all right if they preyed on stray cats, but if they preyed on poultry, then the villagers could not stand it. That was their livelihood!

At dinner time, the smell of food was everywhere in the village, and the hungry dogs and stray dogs barked loudly in hopes of attracting human attention.

The troop of stray cats rushed into the village against the wind. Even dogs with the most sensitive senses of smell did not notice their arrival. Even if they smelled the cats' scent, the fierce dogs did not care. They thought it was just dinner being delivered to their doorstep.

Big Orange wriggled a few times, and used effort to climb to the top of the wall. It coldly stared at a rottweiler that was tied up in a villager's yard.

The rottweiler raised its head and met its eyes, then licked its lips with its tongue. Sticky saliva dripped out from the corner of its mouth. The orange tabby was fat enough; it would fill its stomach for an entire meal.

It started to bark loudly, hoping that its owner would release it from its metal chain; however, the owner of the house was eating at that moment, and did not care.

Following after the orange tabby, stray cats jumped onto the top of the wall one by one, their eyes were shining with different kinds of light. They were staring at the rottweiler from the high ground, and the situation felt very strange.

Big Orange had received very accurate information and knew that the dog had at least crippled and killed three stray cats––it had even injured a child before.

The rottweiler tilted its head, a bit confused. It had never seen stray cats gather in groups. But it didn't matter; stray cats were just food to it.

The stray cats began to gather until there was at least 20 to 30 of them. They did not make any noise or run; they just stared at it quietly.

Big Orange's claws were like knives. They ground into the wall, sending out an attack signal.