This place was normally deserted, but in these extraordinary times, the Hong Kong Island police might just discover that Han Long was hiding in this villa.

However, the legal system in Hong Kong Island was highly developed. Without obtaining a signed search warrant, the police had no authority to enter his villa.

To confirm Han Long's whereabouts, the only option was to sneak in secretly. Hence, placing this dog here was a particularly wise move by Han Long.

If someone got bitten or killed by the dog, well, that was their bad luck.

According to Hong Kong Island law, while pet owners were liable for their pets injuring others, what did that have to do with Han Long? The villa wasn't even under his name, so he couldn't care less.

Moreover, to escape from prison, Han Long had ordered the deaths of more than a dozen police officers. Human life was meaningless to him. A few more deaths from dog attacks wouldn't make him feel the least bit remorseful.

"Someone, go out and check..."

For Han Long, a few deaths were insignificant.

But if the victims were police officers or undercover agents sent by the authorities, dying on his grounds could give the police an excuse to come in. That would cause him a lot of trouble.

So, he immediately sent people out to check the situation outside.

The living room barely had anyone to begin with. Most of his men were stationed upstairs to keep a lookout. Han Long, occupied with work, ensured no one disturbed him. Thus, the living room was nearly empty.

The earlier guy had already been killed by the dog, and now the other one was sent out by Han Long to investigate... leaving the living room deserted, with only Han Long and the Caucasian Dog remaining.

"Good boy. Well done... Rest here for a bit. I'll handle this and take you for a bath soon!"

The dog's body was covered in blood, which was certainly not ideal. Besides the awful stench, it could easily draw unnecessary trouble.

This dog, raised by Han Long, obeyed him without question. It promptly squatted and lay down beside him, well-behaved.

Han Long saw nothing unusual about it. He picked up the documents again, fully engrossed in his work.

He didn't even notice when the Caucasian Dog stood back up. And even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have thought much of it. At most, he might assume the dog was stretching after lying down for too long.

But this time, things were clearly different—this dog was no longer the same loyal companion that Han Long had raised...

Reacting instantly!

Qin Fang wasn't going to let such a perfect opportunity slip away. He immediately commanded the Caucasian Dog to find the best angle and target Han Long's neck.

Howl~~

The Caucasian Dog leaped, its massive jaws snapping directly onto Han Long's neck with savage force...

Crunch!!

The unfortunate guard from earlier had already confirmed just how sharp this Caucasian's teeth were. This time was no exception—the dog's fangs tore into Han Long's neck, puncturing it deeply. Blood gushed out in violent spurts...

"Urgh..."

Han Long never imagined that the trusted Caucasian Dog he had raised for years would suddenly turn on him.

A searing pain radiated from his neck. Blood streamed out like a burst dam, and he could feel his strength draining rapidly.

The rate at which life was slipping away from him was terrifying. Han Long realized he wouldn't last much longer.

"Save... save me!"

As he approached the brink of death, a familiar silhouette appeared in his blurry field of vision. A woman, donned in a sultry red silk nightgown, was descending the staircase, walking straight toward him.

At that moment, this woman became Han Long's last shred of hope.

Han Long didn't want to die. He let out a desperate, pitiful plea for help to the woman, hoping she would drive the dog away and save him.

As long as she saved him, even if it meant being sent to the hospital or turned over to the authorities—facing a life sentence behind bars—he was willing to accept it over imminent death.

"Save you? Hmph..."

But... while the idea was sweet, reality was devastatingly harsh.

The woman, who he had possessed as if she were his belonging, didn't rush to save him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around her chest, standing there calmly, watching the gruesome scene unfold. Her proud, heaving chest stood out, and beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, the faint outline of her pert nipples was visible.

Yet, this stunning and seductive woman had a heart far colder than most. In contrast to the frailty many women display, she was steely and unyielding, staring unflinchingly as Han Long was savagely mauled to death by the dog.

Watching this scene, the woman merely snorted derisively, without lifting a finger to intervene. Instead, she remained where she was, nonchalantly observing with her arms crossed.

Witnessing this, Han Long was consumed by rage, a vengeful thought flashing in his mind. He swore that if he survived this ordeal, he would ensure this woman suffered a fate worse than death...

But did he still have that chance?

Clearly not!

The Caucasian Dog seemed to bear a personal vendetta against him, biting down on his neck with unrelenting force. Even as Han Long fumbled to pull a gun from his pocket, the dog showed no hesitation.

Han Long's frantic struggle was futile. When it came to raw power, he was no match for the dog. Especially now, with his neck clamped tightly and blood gushing freely, he could hardly muster the strength to lift his arm. It flailed weakly, like a limp rag, trembling from the strain.

His only remaining glimmer of hope lay in the gun he always carried. If he could aim it at the dog and fire, he might have a chance to save himself.

The dog, of course, had no idea what a gun was.

But Qin Fang knew all too well. The sight of the weapon made Qin Fang's heart tighten as he realized the dire stakes.

This moment represented the best chance Qin Fang had to eliminate Han Long. If he failed now, he might never get another opportunity.

Han Long would escape, vanish without a trace, and tracking him down again would be near impossible.

So, this time... he couldn't afford to fail!

"Damn it, I'll risk it!"

Although the Caucasian Dog was an impressive creature, Qin Fang had no choice but to put it on the line. Sacrificing the dog would mean little compared to achieving his mission.

Han Long raised the gun, shakily taking aim.

At such close range, once the trigger was pulled, the dog wouldn't stand a chance against the bullet—meaning Qin Fang's ambush would fail.

Qin Fang considered having the dog swat the gun with its paw... but the weapon was small, compact, and just out of reach.

Bang~~

Just then, a sound echoed. Qin Fang, embedded in the dog's mind, briefly lifted his focus and noticed something on the ground—a gun.

The gun in Han Long's hand was gone... because his hand was now pinned beneath someone's foot.

The owner of that foot was none other than the seductive woman who had stepped out moments earlier.

At the critical juncture, she intervened, stomping on Han Long's hand and kicking the gun away.

Even as the light in Han Long's eyes faded, the woman never once made a move to save him. She had clearly wanted him dead all along. In fact, when he tried his last act of self-defense, she had coldly stopped him with a well-placed kick...

This sealed Han Long's fate, leaving him utterly defenseless as the dog mauled him to death.

For a man who had once been a criminal mastermind, this was a death drenched in irony and tragedy...

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