Prologue: Eyes That Disable Enemies

Early morning. The night had not yet fully retreated.

The morning air was still heavy with the damp chill of dew. Beneath the dimly brightening sky, the cool air was blurred beneath the glow of the streetlamps.

Within that warm orange light, a chaotic group of men and women staggered along. Their swaying figures, arms slung over one another's shoulders, jumbled words, and slurred speech all reeked of drunkenness.

There was no need to say it—they had just come out of some entertainment venue, such as a bar.

There were quite a few people like them.

The guiding principle of Qianxi City was "a life of peace of mind." Naturally, the residents gathered in this newly developed city were all wealthy. Perhaps they had money themselves, or perhaps their children did. In any case, money meant high consumption, and high consumption meant that people were willing to open all kinds of entertainment establishments.

It might have sounded a little backward, but that was simply how things were.

After spending an entire night amid flashing lights and revelry, watching their savings plummet, the drunken young people brazenly created more trouble for the traffic police.

Two distant barks rang out, startling the girls into screams. With the alcohol going to their heads, the men's already foolish natures became even more exaggerated. Laughing loudly, some teased the girls, surely doomed to die alone, while others cursed and howled at some unknown stray dog as if they were determined to prove they were braver than it.

Going along with the mood, a flushed young woman seized the chance to throw herself into the arms of a young man in the middle. "Oh my, Wang Ling, isn't your father the Party Secretary? Why doesn't he do something about all these stray dogs? They're ruining the city's appearance! What if they bite someone?"

Alcohol fermented in the girl's mouth, making her already coquettish words even more suggestive. Clearly, the stray dogs were only an excuse. Her real goal was to burrow into this rich young master's arms.

The girl beside her silently cursed, Bitch. She hated herself for not reacting sooner, condemned her companion's shameless behavior, and quickly put on an even brighter smile as she giggled and pressed herself against him too.

It was obvious that anyone willing to spend an entire night partying with someone was either a true friend or... trying to climb the social ladder. Clearly, your friends—especially the close friends willing to go wild with you all night—would not swarm around you as though you were the center of the universe.

The Party Secretary's son had obviously drunk too much. With a flushed face and a beauty in his arms, breathing in the rich perfume she had deliberately applied, he felt the blood in his heart boil even hotter. Fortunately, he was not wearing red underwear today. Otherwise, he might have taken off his pants, imagined himself Superman, written an S on his chest, and dared to go save the world.

They said alcohol was reason's greatest enemy. The ancients had not deceived us.

With a grand sweep of his hand, he shouted energetically through lips that could barely form words, "Of—of course! A m-mere stray dog! Th-this is also... a contribution to everyone! Dogs, dogs... stray dogs... need, need to be managed! My dad handles this!"

Clearly, he was the only sincere fool among them. It was obvious that this bunch was all hoping he would rise to prominence so they could rise with him, so they had naturally done their utmost to toast him. One look at his condition showed that he had drunk quite a lot.

There was an old Chinese saying: "All are drunk while I alone am sober." He had turned it around completely into, "All are sober while I alone am drunk." Fortunately, the phrase would probably never catch on. Otherwise, who knew how many people it would mislead?

Just as everyone enthusiastically discussed things, each adding their own remarks, the atmosphere grew increasingly heated. At the same time, perhaps it was an illusion, but the barking seemed to be drawing closer...

No, it was clearly not an illusion.

A filthy wolfdog stood before them, glaring at the crowd with vicious eyes.

"?!"

Nearly everyone jumped in fright and huddled together, trembling.

With a low, rumbling growl, the wolfdog—clearly a stray—advanced toward them. It was an exceptionally well-developed wild dog. If it stood on its hind legs, it would probably be taller than an adult man. Its fur had grown long and matted from lack of grooming, clumped together in large patches with grime.

Judging from its savage gaze, it had probably mistaken them for food!

Dogs were omnivores. Naturally... meat was one of their main food sources. And humans happened to be made of flesh and blood.

"AAAAAH!"

At a time like this, what loyalty could there be? In that instant, they remembered the ancient days when humans ate raw meat and blood and fought nature in the struggle for survival.

Faced with the charging wolfdog, the girls scattered in all directions. One brave person picked up a branch from the side, intending to rely on liquid courage and fight the wolfdog to the death. In ancient times, Wu Erlang had drunkenly killed a tiger. This dog was clearly much weaker than a tiger. But when he saw the wolfdog's sharp fangs, thought of the cost of rabies shots and the pain he would suffer for days afterward, then remembered that while a wolfdog was far weaker than a tiger, he was not the mighty Wu Erlang, he suddenly felt it was not worth it. He tossed away the stick and ran off with a cry.

This was when it became obvious who had really drunk too much. Only a few sincere fools were so terrified their legs went weak; everyone else screamed and scattered. Did they look drunk at all?!

It was clear that these girls truly loved climbing the social ladder and truly wanted to marry the Party Secretary's son. A Chinese proverb said, "Husband and wife are birds in the same forest; when disaster comes, each flies away." Seeing the wolfdog's vicious appearance and feeling that their end was near, they quickly flew away. They truly had intended to become birds in the same forest.

But the wolfdog did not care about that. It pounced like mad, its sharp claws and teeth tearing savagely at the few drunkards still left at the scene—naturally... including the thoroughly drunk Party Secretary's son.

He only knew that his father was the most important person in this city and that everyone respected him. He had never considered that animals did not understand human nature.

The farce did not end until the police received the report and arrived.

Amid the flashing red and blue lights of the police cars, piercing sirens tore apart the town's quiet morning.

Amid the noise, someone hidden in an alley by the roadside turned around and revealed a cold smile.

She had golden hair and pale skin. At a glance, anyone could tell she was a white European or American.

Her black coat allowed her to blend silently into the darkness, disappearing into the still-dim light.

Mission accomplished.

This way, the Party Secretary would probably crack down on stray dogs immediately, wouldn't he?

That was her purpose.

After turning a street corner, the black clothing on her body rapidly changed color like a chameleon's skin. She took it off and casually tossed it into a trash can. As she walked away, flames whooshed up inside the bin, swiftly using the coat as fuel. After consuming it completely, the flames vanished into thin air.

Without the coat's raised collar obscuring her face, the woman's features became clearly visible.

It was Carl Wynster.

Think about it with common sense.

Outside of comics, stray dogs were creatures everyone wanted to drive away. How could they possibly think of rebelling against humans? They might rummage through trash cans, but how could they attack people? Especially stray dogs living in cities—they were an extremely intelligent breed.

And they had attacked an entire group of people.

The one pulling the strings behind all this... was Carl Wynster.

It was simple. She only needed to use Charm Magic on the stray dog.

It was a spell with a fairly high success rate even on humans, so naturally it was even easier against a stray dog whose intelligence was inferior to a human's. She made it see those people as food, then lured it into attacking the Party Secretary's son.

Humans were always like this. Only when something troubled them did they think of taking action. For example, only after their own child developed a congenital illness would they think of setting up a foundation to deal with it.

With a scene like "Party Secretary's Son Furiously Attacked by Stray Dog," the Party Secretary would probably issue policies tomorrow to suppress stray dogs. Of course, pet dogs would still be allowed, but they would have to be leashed or registered.

That way... everything would go exactly as Carl wished.

If everything went according to Carl's expectations...

The lookouts assassin had planted throughout the city... would be wiped out completely.

Although she felt sorry for that young master...

"I must win."

Leaving behind those cold words, Carl departed the scene without expression.