Who Was Fooling Whom? (Please Add to Your Favorites)

"Dad, why did you call me back in such a rush?" Shen Bing asked, eyes wide.

Before Shen's Father could answer, the Lieutenant Colonel stood with a genial smile. "Your son? He looks sharp. Young man, interested in coming to the base for some training?"

Training? Train my ass!

I've sworn I'll become an immortal cultivator. What's the point of that fancy footwork?

Still, Shen Bing had sized him up. The Lieutenant Colonel acted like they were old friends and was trying a little too hard to sound refined.

"And you are?" Shen Bing asked.

"I'm Gao Jingchuan, director of the Mianyang Military Dog Training Base. I heard your father's dog farm had trained a few unusually clever dogs, so I came to see for myself."

Shen Bing pursed his lips. So that's what this is about.

He's got a keen nose. No wonder he trains military dogs.

Uh... those things aren't actually related.

Mianyang bordered Qingyuan, but these were only a few dogs, and word of them had spread mostly among rich young men. For Gao Jingchuan to show up after just half a month was strange.

Shen Bing's father smiled. "Director Gao here got shown up and came looking for payback. Er... not payback exactly. A way to get even."

The Lieutenant Colonel gave an embarrassed smile. It was a humiliating story, but for that miraculous dog-training method, he could bear a little humiliation. He briefly explained what had happened.

As it turned out, the youngest son of Gao Jingchuan's former superior loved dogs and often visited the military dog training base.

A few days earlier, the young man had brought a mongrel to the base and put every military dog there to shame. It had outperformed them all in detection, search and rescue, tracking, and everything else.