"Woof!"
A Spirit Mastiff suddenly barked, its tail whirling like a windmill.
"Woof! Woof!"
The other two Spirit Mastiffs joined in, their tails wagging even more happily.
Three pairs of dog eyes stared fixedly at Cheng Han, their gazes filled with obvious admiration.
Clearly.
The dogs had recognized his true identity.
Although this was the Ninth Outpost's jurisdiction, Patrol Captain Cheng's legendary deeds had long spread throughout the Patrol Department. He was especially famous among Spirit Mastiffs.
It would not be an exaggeration to say, "No dog in the city fails to recognize him."
Only then did the Patrol Officers react, all of them speaking up to ask.
"Are you Patrol Captain Cheng?"
"Patrol Captain Cheng, was that you just now?"
Cheng Han replied with a smile, "I'm Cheng Han. Good evening, everyone!"
The group of people—and dogs—hurriedly greeted him.
"Woof! Woof!"
"Good evening, Patrol Captain!"
On the other side.
Qian Qingqing finally realized that she seemed to have killed an Anomaly with one shot.
She still looked adorably blank as she stared at the branch in her hand, utterly bewildered.
Did I really kill the Snow Dog?
Why do I have no idea what I was doing?
Cheng Han walked straight over to the Snow Dog's corpse and made a grasping motion with his hand.
A small white object shot up from the ground and landed in his right hand.
Cheng Han looked again at the Patrol Officers and Spirit Mastiffs, offering another farewell. "Everyone, goodbye."
The group was so polite that they practically sounded obsequious.
"Take care, Patrol Captain!"
"Patrol Captain, come visit our outpost when you have time."
The dogs, meanwhile, wagged their tails wildly in unison.
"Woof! Woof!"
Cheng Han strode over to Qian Qingqing, openly wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and lightly stamped