Shen Xin genuinely planned to say a few words.
"First, discipline."
Shen Xin raised a finger and singled out Tian Kui. "Tian Kui, you watch them. If any of them run off, get lost, or cause trouble, I'm not coming for them. I'm coming for you."
He was holding the dog responsible—a policy of collective punishment.
Tian Kui naturally understood. He turned his head and bared his teeth at his many underlings, barking several times in a row.
"You hear me?"
"If anyone runs off, don't blame me for getting rough."
The crowd of police dogs stared straight ahead and nodded in unison.
This scene made Philips, standing a short distance away, shriek, "Fuck! Did you guys see that? They're nodding! They understood!"
Juliet and the other two were dumbfounded.
York nudged Griffin with his elbow and said, "See? I told you. He really knows magic."
Griffin remained silent, but his gaze grew much more intense.
Meanwhile, Shen Xin's lecture continued.
"And you winged ones. Teddy."
