Ji Huan went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and tiptoed to the backyard.
From the sounds, it seemed Dahuang had subdued the person, but she couldn't be sure yet.
There was no moon tonight, and everything looked shadowy and indistinct.
Ji Huan hugged the wall as she rounded the corner into the backyard. She could vaguely make out Dahuang circling a dark lump, biting and tearing at it.
The dark lump was undoubtedly the intruder.
The man seemed to have injured his leg in a fall. He tried to stand up several times but failed, so all he could do was curl up on the ground, protecting his head and face as he rolled around trying to evade Dahuang's attacks.
Cunning as ever, Dahuang was a master of hit-and-run tactics. Every bite found its mark, and for a moment, the entire yard was filled with horrific screams.
Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding bounced excitedly on the side, eager to join in.
Ji Huan stood at the corner of the main house, unsure whether she should call the dog off.
