Prologue: Crippling the Enemy's Eyes

As dawn broke, the night had not yet fully retreated.

The morning air was still thick with the damp chill of dew. In the dim light of the pre-dawn sky, the air was hazy under the glow of streetlights.

Within this warm, orange light, a chaotic small group of men and women stumbled along. Their swaying figures, the way they slung arms over each other's shoulders, their jumbled speech, and their slurred words all exuded a potent, unbearable stench of alcohol.

It went without saying that they had just emerged from entertainment venues like bars.

And they were not a small number.

Qianxi's city philosophy was "A life of peace of mind." Naturally, the residents concentrated in this burgeoning city were all wealthy people, perhaps wealthy in their own right, or perhaps their children were. In any case, wealth meant high consumption, and high consumption meant people were willing to open all sorts of entertainment businesses.

Although it sounded a bit like putting the cart before the horse, that was the reality.

After spending a night consuming under the neon lights, their savings dwindling with each swipe of a card, the drunken youths brazenly caused trouble for the traffic police.

The distant sound of two dog barks startled the girls into a series of screams. Fueled by alcohol, the men's inherently foolish natures were amplified by the drink. They roared with laughter. Some teased the girls, predicting they'd die alone, while others cursed and howled at unseen stray dogs, seemingly trying to out-brave them.

Seizing the mood, a girl with a flushed face leaned into the embrace of a young man in the center. "Oh, Wang Ling, isn't your dad the Party Secretary? Why doesn't he do something about all these stray dogs? They're such an eyesore! What if they bite someone?"

The alcohol fermented in the girl's mouth, making her already sweet voice even more suggestive. Clearly, the stray dogs were just an excuse; her real goal was to snuggle into the arms of this rich young master.

The girls beside her cursed her internally, simultaneously regretting their own lack of quick thinking and condemning their companion's shameless behavior. All the while, they quickly plastered brighter smiles on their faces and giggled as they pressed closer.

One could easily guess that those willing to party with someone all night were either close buddies or... seeking to climb the social ladder. Clearly, your friends, especially those who'd party with you all night, wouldn't be fawning over you like this.

The Party Secretary's son, clearly having had too much to drink, felt his heart's blood boil even hotter with the beautiful woman in his arms and the strong perfume she'd deliberately applied. Fortunately, his underwear wasn't red today; otherwise, he might have stripped and declared himself Superman, ready to save the world with an 'S' emblazoned on his chest.

They say alcohol is reason's greatest enemy, and the ancients were not wrong.

With a grand wave of his hand, his slurred words shouted with bravado, "Of—of course! M—mere stray dogs! This, this is also... contributing! Dogs, dogs... stray dogs... must, must be managed! My dad handles this!"

Clearly, he was the only honest one in the group. It was obvious they were all counting on him to rise in status, bringing them along for the ride, and thus they'd toasted him relentlessly. His state clearly showed he'd drunk his fair share.

China has an ancient saying, "When all are drunk, I alone am sober." He, however, had completely inverted it, coming up with "When all are sober, I alone am drunk." Fortunately, that saying probably wouldn't be passed down, or who knows how many people it would have misled.

As everyone basked in their self-satisfaction, chattering away, and the atmosphere grew more heated, whether it was an illusion or not, the sound of barking seemed to be getting closer...

No, it was definitely not an illusion.

A scruffy wolfdog, its eyes glinting fiercely, was staring them down.

"?!"

Almost everyone was startled, huddling together fearfully.

Accompanied by a low growl, the wolfdog, clearly a stray, advanced. It was a fully developed wild dog; if it stood up, it would likely be taller than an adult man. Its fur, unkempt, was long and messy, with large patches of dirt matted into it.

Judging by its fierce gaze, it probably saw them as food!

Dogs are omnivores, naturally... meat is their primary food. And humans, coincidentally, are [flesh and blood].

"Ahhhhhh!"

At this moment, where was their camaraderie? In this instant, they recalled their primal days of eating raw meat and the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest.

Facing the lunging wolfdog, the girls scattered. Those with courage grabbed a nearby branch, intending to fight the wolfdog with all their drunken might. Ancient heroes had fought tigers while drunk; this dog was clearly weaker than a tiger. However, upon seeing the wolfdog's sharp teeth, he considered the cost of rabies shots and the pain for the next few days. Then, he thought that while a wolfdog was much weaker than a tiger, he wasn't the mighty Wu Song, and suddenly felt it wasn't worth it. He threw down the stick and also bolted with a yelp.

This was when it became clear who was truly drunk. A few honest souls were so terrified their legs had gone numb, while the others scattered, screaming wildly, showing no signs of intoxication at all!

It was evident that these girls genuinely wanted to climb the social ladder, that they truly wished to marry the Party Secretary's son. A Chinese proverb says: "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly in different directions." Seeing the wolfdog's ferocious appearance, they felt their doom was imminent and quickly flew away, truly intending to be [birds of the same forest]!

However, the wolfdog didn't care. It lunged forward like a mad beast, its sharp claws and teeth tearing ferociously at the few drunkards still at the scene, including, of course... the heavily intoxicated Party Secretary's son.

He only knew that in this city, his father was the most powerful, and everyone respected him. He never imagined that beasts were devoid of human nature.

This farce only ended when the police arrived, alerted by a report.

In the flashing red and blue lights of the police, the piercing siren tore through the quiet morning of the town.

Amidst the commotion, someone hidden in a side alley turned, revealing a cold smile.

He had golden hair and fair skin, immediately identifying him as a Caucasian of European descent.

His black coat allowed him to blend seamlessly into the darkness, disappearing into the still unclear light.

Mission, complete.

With this, the Party Secretary would likely crack down on stray dogs immediately, wouldn't he?

This was his objective.

Turning the street corner, his black clothing, like a chameleon's skin, rapidly changed color. The man removed it and casually tossed it into a trash can. As he walked away, a flame erupted from the trash can, quickly consuming the coat as fuel before vanishing into thin air.

Without the high collar of the coat obscuring his face, the man's features were now clearly visible.

It was Karl-Winston.

Think about it with common sense.

Except in comics, stray dogs are universally reviled. How could they possibly develop the idea of resisting humans? Perhaps they'd rummage through trash cans, but how could they attack people? Especially stray dogs living in cities; they are very intelligent creatures.

And to be attacked by a whole group of people.

The one pulling the strings behind this... was Karl-Winston.

It was simple: all he had to do was use Charm Magic on the stray dogs.

The Charm Magic, which has a considerable success rate on humans, is naturally even easier on wild dogs whose intelligence is inferior to humans. It makes them view these people as food and then lures them into attacking the Party Secretary's son.

Humans are always like this. They only think of taking action when they are troubled. For example, when their own child develops a congenital disease, they then think about establishing a response foundation or something similar.

With a scene like "Party Secretary's Son Attacked by Wild Dogs," it's estimated that tomorrow the Party Secretary will introduce policies to suppress stray dogs. Of course, domestic dogs will still be allowed, but they must be leashed or registered.

This way... it aligns perfectly with Karl's intentions.

If everything goes according to Karl's plan...

The assassin's informants throughout the city... will be wiped out.

Although I feel sorry for that young master, but...

"I must win."

Shedding these cold words, Karl indifferently left the scene.