But what no one expected was that the seemingly skinny Big Harold turned out to be extremely fierce. He completely ignored the wolfdog biting his tail and instead clamped his jaws tightly around the other dog's neck, biting through its throat and killing it on the spot.

　　This scene terrified both the children present and the few adults watching nearby. From that day on, Big Harold's reputation for ferocity spread far and wide. Although those children still disliked the Frank Quinn siblings, they never dared to openly bully them again.

　　So now that Big Harold had gone silent, Frank Quinn was convinced that something must have happened in his little hut. Without three or four adults, there was simply no way to subdue Big Harold.

　　"Ah..." Suddenly, a man's miserable scream came from the house, the sound utterly wretched, mixed with angry curses.

　　"It must be Big Harold! Big Harold, little sister, don't worry, I'm coming to save you!"

　　Throwing the warm donkey meat bun he had been keeping in his coat onto the ground, Frank Quinn took off his tattered army coat, opened the wooden box containing the spearhead, and took out the cold, gleaming weapon.

　　Tearing off a piece of rag to wrap around the base of the spearhead, Frank Quinn gripped it tightly in his hand. The icy chill seeped through the rag into his palm, and a crazed look flashed in Frank Quinn's eyes.

　　Since coming to live here, aside from a few children, Frank Quinn had never offended anyone. So his first instinct was that the enemies who had harmed his parents all those years ago had finally tracked him down.

　　This thought filled Frank Quinn with terror, but also stirred up a raging storm in his heart.

　　Because his little sister was so young, Frank Quinn had never dared return to the city where they used to live. Whether their parents were truly dead was only his own assumption. Now that their enemies had come knocking, the anger Frank Quinn had suppressed for over five years finally erupted completely.

　　Taking a deep breath, Frank Quinn lay flat on the cold ground and began to crawl slowly toward the house from the side opposite the door. The withered, green-tinged grass on the ground completely concealed his figure.

　　……

　　"Damn it, I say, Elder Scott, you never told me that brat kept a dog!"

　　Inside Frank Quinn's shabby hut, the place was packed with people. Besides Grace Quinn, who was lying unconscious on the bed, there were Elder Baker, Luke, John Bolton, and the two The Scott Family brothers.

　　But at this moment, Luke looked rather miserable. His right arm was a bloody mess, and half his body was stained red with blood. John Bolton was wrapping his wound with a torn bedsheet.

　　"Luke, my big brother didn't get off easy either—he got bitten too, didn't he?"

　　Elder Scott's condition was no better than Luke's. The pants on his right thigh were completely torn, and a large chunk of flesh had been ripped off by Big Harold.

　　Second Scott poured some erguotou liquor onto the wound, making Elder Scott howl in pain. This was the very scream Frank Quinn had heard from outside.

　　"Keep it down, or you'll attract people from the town." The usually smiling face of Elder Baker was now clouded with gloom.

　　He never imagined that dealing with a little girl would result in Luke being seriously injured. If John Bolton hadn't reacted quickly and pushed Luke away, that bite might have torn out Luke's throat.

　　That Big Harold dog was so fast and so vicious when it attacked, fighting to the death. Even the ruthless Elder Baker couldn't help but feel a lingering fear when he thought about it.

Chapter 0011: Sudden Change (Part 2)

　　"Boss Carter, look at how badly my big brother is hurt. Shouldn't you compensate us a bit more?"

　　The The Scott Family brothers weren't Elder Baker's subordinates. Seeing Elder Baker's darkened face, they felt displeased as well. Who could have guessed that kid kept such a vicious dog?

　　"Second Scott, you didn't check things out properly, and you still have the nerve to ask Boss Carter for money?"

　　Luke, who was writhing in pain nearby, was furious when he heard this. He was an old hand at this game and had encountered dogs while kidnapping kids before, but he'd never suffered such a loss. Although he couldn't really blame the The Scott Family brothers for this, Luke was still upset.

　　"Hey, Luke, that's not fair. I'm asking Boss Carter for money, not you."

　　Second Scott was a slippery character. He and his brother were locals. Though the townsfolk didn't like them, they had more than a dozen cousins in the area, so they weren't afraid of anyone trying to act tough.

　　"Enough, stop arguing..."

　　Elder Baker cut off their quarrel with a gloomy face and said, "The Scott Brothers, I'll give you another five hundred yuan later as medical expenses for Big Brother Scott."

　　In this line of work, you needed both force and friends. Just like back in the day, "Divine Marksman" Li Shuwen had enemies everywhere, but also many loyal friends.

　　So on someone else's turf, Elder Baker really didn't dare fall out with the The Scott Family brothers. Otherwise, not only would they fail to take the two kids, they might not even make it out of the town.

　　"That's more like it..."

　　A hint of satisfaction appeared on Second Scott's face. But when he saw the Big Harold dog at his feet, he couldn't help but kick it. "Damn, it's true that a biting dog doesn't bark. Tonight I'm going to skin you and stew your meat—let's see if you dare bite anyone again!"