The owner no longer dared to strut around.
But the dogs were still throwing their weight around.
—The moment that sentence was written, it felt laden with profound metaphor and boundless meaning. If you get it, applause.
Back when Shi Tiexin had ventured alone into Upper City, the very first delivery order he snatched after joining the Pretty Group had been to deliver food here. That day, countless vicious dogs had chased and bitten at him madly, forcing him to flee for his life. He had pedaled his bicycle so hard he even used Chamber Burst. It had truly been a moment of humiliation.
Oh, right, and his pants.
These mutts had even bitten my pants to shreds!
Counting the money he had spent buying new pants, that order had practically bled him dry!
From then on, Shi Tiexin had locked horns with the Dog Gang.
The Dog Gang's big and small dogs had gradually remembered that this was someone not to be trifled with, and they had eventually reached a peaceful coexistence. You deliver your food, I eat my shit—each of us plays our own game.
But times had changed. The King of Yellow no longer delivered food personally, and the dogs had forgotten all about what happened before. Every day, they gathered in the residential complex, howling back and forth, digging through trash and gnawing on crap, having the time of their lives.
But there were many dogs and little shit. Add to that the space city's strict environmental standards, and every time they got to gnaw on some crap, it was like New Year's.
Today, the dogs' noses twitched, catching an incomparably enticing scent.
They whipped their heads around and saw a human.
This human was tall and broad, walking step by step toward the complex gate.