In the dark night, Zhou Dao rushed forward with an icy cold gaze that was terrifying.
He had not been this angry for a long time.
Since Husky had followed him, he had been tirelessly serving and loyal. Whenever Zhou Dao finished his work and returned home, Husky would always be the first to pounce on him.
In the morning, when Zhou Dao went to work, Husky would stand at the door, watching him leave.
It could be said that since they arrived in Pingjiang City, Husky had spent more time with Zhou Dao than Wang Xuanzhi, Wang Xiaoyi, and Ma Yinglong combined.
Unconsciously, Zhou Dao had grown accustomed to Husky's presence, not just treating him as a pet, but as a precious companion.
But tonight, under Zhou Dao's watch, someone had dared to attack his dog, and with such a brutal method at that.
In the moonlight, Husky lay in a pool of blood, his body faintly trembling, his breath extremely weak.
This miserable state was utterly unconnected to the proud Great Dog Demon of the past.