Chapter Forty-Three: Setting the Dogs Loose

The entire Sun family was now in utter chaos. The family's greatest figure, Sun Linhai's daughter, had just been hit by a car and was lying in a hospital room—her fate uncertain.

Yet, this young man had the audacity to come knocking, seeking to discuss business.

And not even to deliver money, but to return land!

Everyone in Peach Blossom Village knew about the Sun family's land purchases. The Suns, especially Sun Wenguo's branch, were notorious for their bullying ways—seizing, strong-arming, and forcing others to sell. Their central strategy was acquiring houses and land by any means necessary.

Even though the steward was not directly involved in the family's business, he knew well enough: the Sun family would never relinquish property once it was in their grasp.

"Get out! I’ll speak on behalf of Young Master Sun Wenguo: the land the Sun family bought will never be returned."

"If you don’t leave, I’ll set the dogs on you."

With that, the steward glanced at the Czech wolfdog behind him—a fierce beast kept by the Sun family to intimidate and attack. Many children and elderly in the village, especially those who dared insult Sun Wenguo, had been bitten, openly or furtively, at his command.

Afterwards, the steward would feign an apology.

Now, the Czech wolfdog seemed to understand, its gaze excitedly fixed on Lu Hao and Uncle Wang.

This dog had bitten many for Sun Wenguo, always rewarded with ham or meat, and had grown brazen over time.

"I’ll say it again: I’m here to see Sun Wenguo, not you. Unless Sun Wenguo meets me today, I won’t leave." Lu Hao’s tone was cold as he looked at the steward.

"I’ve made my intentions clear. If you refuse to notify Sun Wenguo, beware—your whole Sun family may regret it."

The steward sneered, sizing up Lu Hao.

"You’re the one the young master spoke of—the fellow whose woman was stolen, right? Just as he said, bold as hell. You’re the first I’ve seen dare to cause trouble at the Sun family villa in Peach Blossom Village."

"If you don’t get out, I’ll let the dog bite you. If you lose a chunk of flesh, don’t blame our Sun family’s dog for its brutality."

The Czech wolfdog, long accustomed to biting, knew exactly how to strike—often tearing a bloody chunk from a person’s calf, a terrifying sight.

Uncle Wang, sensing trouble, quickly tried to intervene. "Lu, maybe we should just let it go."

"After all… I’ll have to leave this yard sooner or later," he muttered, retreating once again; he had suffered at the hands of thugs and bullies before.

Last time, he agreed to sell his house only because Sun Wenguo led a group to his yard for “tea,” with a heavy hand on his shoulder, forcing the deal. Truthfully, Uncle Wang had been afraid—otherwise, he would never have agreed.

"It’s alright, Uncle Wang," Lu Hao replied with a smile, then turned to the Sun family steward.

"If you dare, let the dog loose. If anything happens, I won’t be responsible," Lu Hao said seriously.

The steward glared at him. "Well, well! You’ve got nerve, mouthing off at the gate of the Sun family. No wonder Miss Sun was hit today—must be your cursed presence!"

"Chang Wei! Chang Wei! Go for him! Tear him apart!"

Determined, the steward strode to the yard and unfastened the Czech wolfdog’s chain.

"Woof! Woof!" The dog, sensing its target, bared its bloody teeth and lunged at Lu Hao.

It rose to the height of a person, muscular and gleaming-eyed, as if Lu Hao were a piece of meat. It had bitten many in the village, injured countless children.

"Lu, that dog’s too fierce! Run!" Uncle Wang dashed backward, terrified of being bitten.

But Lu Hao stood his ground, unmoving.

He held a silver needle, aiming at Chang Wei’s flank.

As the beast leaped at him, Lu Hao struck.

With a swift motion, the needle found its mark.

The dog gave a piercing howl, lost balance midair, and crashed to the ground, convulsing.

Lu Hao’s needle had pierced Chang Wei’s heart—far more effective than bludgeoning its head.

The wolfdog twitched, foamed at the mouth, and lay motionless.

"Chang Wei! Chang Wei! What’s wrong? Bite him!" The steward rushed forward, cradling the dog, but it was already beyond saving.

"What did you do to Chang Wei?" the steward shouted, his eyes red. The wolfdog had been his companion during many lonely hours; its sudden death hit him hard.

Lu Hao sneered.

"So it’s fine for your Sun family’s dog to bite people, but not for it to fall sick? I’d say it’s poisoned from biting too many people, and now the poison has taken its life."

"Step aside. I’m going in."

There was nothing left to discuss with Sun Wenguo’s people. They either used money or violence to oppress others; to take anything from their hands required force.

"You’re outrageous! If you dare force your way into the Sun family, I’ll have you killed!" The steward roared at Lu Hao.

He tried to shove Lu Hao, but Lu Hao stood like a pillar, unwavering.

"I said, get out of my way!" Lu Hao stared coldly at him.

Intimidated by Lu Hao’s icy gaze and recalling how quickly Chang Wei had been killed, the middle-aged steward’s courage failed him.

"You—just wait!" Unable to stop Lu Hao, the steward turned and hurried off, intent on summoning Sun Wenguo.

At that moment, Sun Wenguo was restless, shut away in his home.

He had just returned from the hospital where his cousin Sun Zihuan was admitted, his mind agitated.

After all, it was he who had ordered the hit on her! Her fate uncertain, his uncle Sun Linhai was mobilizing every resource for revenge.

Right then, a frantic knocking sounded at his door.

The steward’s voice came from outside.

"Young master! Young master! It’s bad—some young troublemaker out front says he’ll smash and burn our Sun family home!"