What Ma Sandao didn't expect was that the little mongrel dog, upon hearing his scolding, not only remained indifferent but even looked at him with a contemptuous gaze.

"Fine, even though I'm paid three hundred thousand silver taels to kill only Yan Botao, I don't mind killing an extra dog for them."

Ma Sandao was used to killing people without batting an eye, and everyone who saw him was afraid. He never thought that he would be despised by a dog today.

Ma Sandao drew a shiny iron knife from his waist and swung it at the little mongrel. Not only that, he planned to take the dog back and stew it for meat when he left.