Faced with merely three big geese, all he needed to do was make a small move and it wouldn't even test their full fighting ability.
Ever since he turned ten, his combat skills surpassed the strength of three geese. If he had a long, straight stick in his hand, he'd certainly be the village bully.
No chicken, duck, goose, dog, or pig could match him, though, of course, horses and cows weren't in this category.
With his current physique, actually taking on a horse or cow would truly be a mad feat.
"How could you be so useless, not even able to beat three geese, what's your use then, stew you it is!" Su Qing squatted down, pulling Da Huang's dog face with both hands while asking.
As a poop scooper, seeing his dog so cowardly made him feel slightly ashamed. At least it's a large dog, even if it can't take down criminals, can't be a police dog, or even lose to a tabby cat, tolerating all that, but losing to three geese is a bit much.
