Pet King

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Upon hearing from the white dog that the poison sausage was the work of the landfill workers, Zhang Zian could more or less guess what he would follow up with next. Thus, when he heard that the white dog wanted to lead the stray dogs out of the landfill, he was not all that surprised.

However, with so many dogs, where could they move to? Where would they find enough food besides the landfills?

In addition, there was another important reason why the white dog wanted to move out of the landfill. Summer was coming. The sour, smelly landfill would become even more pungent, enough to make people faint. There were tons of mosquitoes, germs, and diseases. Many dogs had already fallen ill due to these issues.

“My preferred location, of course, is the coastal city,” the white dog continued.

“Oh, dream on!” Vladimir shouted. “Binhai is a place for non-propertied cats. You dirty dogs, don’t you even dare to sully the place!”

Seeing that another quarrel was looming, Zhang Zian hurriedly interrupted, “You don’t have to think about Binhai City first. You are now facing a catastrophe that may strike anytime. Binhai City is not a place where you can simply go in and settle down. Let’s not even talk about… But Vladimir and his stray cats will definitely not agree to your suggestion. Even if humans see such a large group of stray dogs flooding the city, they will definitely be afraid. When that happens, people will take extreme measures. You had kind intentions of bringing the stray dogs into the city, yet it is tantamount to taking them to their deaths.”

“I have also considered that, so I can accept a temporary compromise in terms of the solution. I wanted to ask if you have any suitable locations,” the white dog said.

“Suitable locations… As long as they are not in the city, there are actually many suitable locations to choose from. However, the question is, how do you plan to solve your food issue?” Zhang Zian raised the most critical point.

Food was the top priority for any species. Any animal had to first meet the needs of eating and drinking in order to even think about something else bigger than themselves.

The white dog realized this and said after a long pause, “I don’t know. I think I will probably steal it.”

“The dog can’t change its instincts!” Vladimir was stunned. “Do it yourself! Get enough food to feed yourself, you know?”

“Oh, so are you saying that you stupid cats are farming food for yourselves and not begging for it from humans?” the white dog retorted.

Zhang Zian was starting to get a headache. The two of them must have been enemies in their previous lives. They could argue about literally anything.

“Ah! Wait a minute! Actually, I have a way to solve the problem of getting food.” He pulled them back to the topic at hand.

The white dog was shocked and happy. “You? What do you have in mind?”

It wanted to believe him but could not quite do so. This was because it had already thought hard on the problem, almost to the point of breaking its own head. He still was not able to come up with a good solution to the food issue. There were too many stray dogs. Regardless if they stole or snatched food, it would be barely enough.

“There is really a way, although I just figured it out. However, I think it is feasible, as Vladimir said. Asking for help is not as good as helping yourself, doing it yourself, and getting enough food.”

Zhang Zian opened the car door.

“You are getting out? Be careful with this dog. This thing might bite you!” Vladimir saw his intention and warned him.

“Hmph.” The white dog turned his head disdainfully.

“No.” Zhang Zian opened the door and got out of the car. He had confidence this would not happen.

Judging from how the white dog had performed earlier, it had the bigger picture in mind. It valued ​​the lives of its companions and even chose to take risks for them. Therefore, after hearing that there was a solution to the food problem, it chose not to attack—at least for now.

Vladimir did not trust the white dog at all. He followed Zhang Zian and got out of his car. He raised a front paw and said, “You’d better know what you are getting into. If not, you can just try the Meow Meow Doctrine’s iron fist combination!”

“Oh!” The white dog squatted on the ground and lifted a front paw to rub his forehead. “I don’t know you and don’t care to deal with a stupid cat like you today. But fear me, for I will let you try my iron paws in the future!”

Zhang Zian covered his nose and walked into a stall of garbage to find something he had accidentally picked up on when he’d looked through the drone camera.

The white dog and Vladimir stared at each other like battle cocks. If the other party moved, they just might engage in a fight at any time.

“What are you doing?” asked the white dog.

“None of your business!” Vladimir muttered. “Don’t you dare get any horrible ideas!”

“I am looking for something I just saw. It should be the key to solving the problem,” Zhang Zian replied.

The white dog was confused. What could be found in the garbage? The stray dogs had ​​lived in the landfill for quite some time, grazing in the garbage all day. Never had they thought that awesome things could be found here…

The idea of ​​garbage in the garbage field was entrenched in his mind.

“Ah, found it,” he said to himself.

Both dog and cat opened their eyes wide and looked at him. The former was full of doubts, while the latter had been born with curiosity.

Zhang Zian used his feet to push away the remaining garbage that prevented him from reaching the item he wanted. He bent down and picked up a…color-printed cardboard box with a transparent plastic piece. One could see the contents through the plastic piece.

“Just this? How can this solve the problem of eating and drinking for hundreds of my brothers?”

The white dog didn’t believe that the item could help. Not even Vladimir thought that it would work. How could such a seemingly cheap thing be so powerful?

“You underestimate this thing,” Zhang Zian said as he took a closer look. The outer packaging was intact, although it was slightly stained. It would be fine if someone wiped it down.

“Do you know what this is?” He lowered the carton to their field of vision and let them see what was inside through the transparent plastic sheet.

The white dog said, “A plastic man that looks full of vitality?”

The outside of the box was covered in Japanese words. It contained a three-dimensional model of a girl, called a figure by some professionals. Her eyes were large, her looks were typical, and her entire identity was determined by her signature clothing and hair color.

In addition, the clothes that she wore were very skimpy, with the top unable to cover all her assets. Her chest was disproportionately large, and her thighs were deliberately divided to have a slender look. Her eyes and posture were built for seduction and temptation.

She stood on a round plastic chassis and proudly showed off her figure to the audience.

The white dog sighed. “The world is constantly changing, and man’s desire changes with time. They used to rip open underwear to be able to look at buttocks. Now they are looking for underwear but opening up butts…”

“It is this kind of plastic villain that you look down on that will help you. This is almost brand-new. If you sell this at a secondhand store as an almost-new item, you can easily make a few hundred dollars off it from an otaku. If you use that to buy dog food, one dog can easily be fed for two to three months. If we purchase food at wholesale prices, it will go even longer.” Zhang Zian shared the facts of the item with them.

“What?”

The white dog and Vladimir both opened their eyes in surprise and said in unison, “Are those otakus idiots?”

“There is a market for these things as long as there is demand.” Zhang Zian shrugged. “The point is that this junkyard may be full of treasures. You just lack a pair of trained eyes. For example, this figurine—although I don’t know how it got here in the dump, I can perhaps try to guess. It might’ve originally belonged to an otaku who already had a lot of possessions. One day, he suddenly got really lucky and managed to find himself a girlfriend, a MILF or a really hot girl. Then, as time passed, this girl of his visited him. However, tragedy struck. They found a dead man’s body—the otaku had died from excessive gaming in his home. The body had already started decomposing and it was the neighbors who informed the police. In any case, the woman saw this… She seemed to be unable to bear the temperament of the figurines and went crazy on the spot. Perhaps in order to return the dead house to a more normal way of life, or perhaps because she was threatened by the looks of the doll… She decisively made the decision to throw it all away. Then, of course, the figurine came here to us… These are, of course, my speculations. There is also a possibility that when the house was being redesigned and transformed, on the one hundred and first attempt to do so, the decision was made to throw everything away without much thought. However, ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time, the person regretted it after a while. However, Lady Luck might not be on their side, and the garbage truck might’ve moved too quickly for the person to retrieve it. When the otaku, wearing slippers and shorts, ran downstairs to salvage the situation, the garbage truck may have grabbed it already. What was left was the otaku left by the roadside, crying out at the truck pathetically and loudly…”

Zhang Zian had come up with a very long-winded story on what could’ve happened. Both the white dog and Vladimir were bewildered by what they heard.