Where was Cemetery?
The plantation enforcers they had captured all dressed alike.
They all wore long-sleeved, khaki-colored clothes and pith helmets. When the newly arrived young master asked where Cemetery was, one of them said it was nearby.
"Could you take me there?"
Lin Feng asked.
The man hesitated, saying he needed to ask someone for permission. Lin Feng readily agreed. He waited where he stood for a while, then saw Stink approaching with the Hunting Dogs. Even from a distance, the dogs barked loudly, their noses twitching frantically as they sniffed the lingering scents in the air. They seemed somewhat "excited," desperately trying to break free of their leashes and chase off in certain directions.
Lin Feng looked thoughtful.
White foam gathered around the dogs' mouths, making them look diseased.
Even their "master," Stink, struggled to hold them back.
Lin Feng could see the muscles in Stink's arms twisting unnaturally. If an ordinary person's muscles did that—hah, an ordinary person's muscles could never do that.
He forcibly restrained the mad dogs and gave a fawning smile. "You want to visit Cemetery, young master?"
When Lin Feng nodded, he blew the Bone Whistle. A little later, several members of the Enforcer Squad came over with Hunting Dogs on leashes. Their frenzied barking shattered the morning's peace.
They were somewhat crazed, too.
But aside from the calf-sized Hunting Dogs Stink held,
the other Hunting Dogs were all the size of ordinary medium-sized dogs. Though crazed, they were not quite so chilling.
Looking at these mad dogs, most people would have feared that they might break free of their masters, charge forward, and devour someone.
Fortunately, this was Floating Bridge House.
Lin Feng could say with certainty that, apart from himself and the few newly arrived pieces of "merchandise," not a single