With his actions, the wolfdog panted fawningly, just like a lapdog.
Lao Zhuang laughed heartily.
Uncle Zhang's face dropped to the ground, and after a while, he thought of an idea: "It's not that my dog is useless, it's that my dog is very understanding."
"My dog, the stronger the person it faces, the more obedient it becomes." Uncle Zhang tried to salvage the situation.
Uncle Zhang winked at Jiang Ning, implying to cooperate a bit, there's something in it for you:
"Like this young man here, don't be fooled by his slim build, he's got a knack for arm wrestling, can match me evenly."
Lao Zhuang chuckled at that time: "Old Zhang, did you lose your mind?"
"Just him?"
Lao Zhuang is a butcher, and slaughtering cattle is a work of strength, his power is formidable, he didn't take it to heart at all.
But Uncle Zhang spoke seriously, so Lao Zhuang extended the invitation.
Xue Yuantong shielded him from the challenge: "Arm wrestling requires an appearance fee from him."
