The four men approaching were all from his village. Zhao Jun wasn't very familiar with the other three, but he knew their leader, Wang Dalong, quite well.
He had seen those two dogs before, too—they were the white dog and Qing Gou, from Wang Dalong's pack of five.
But on the day Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu had gone hunting for roe deer, Wang Dalong had five hounds that formed a Dog Gang.
That day, Zhao Jun had watched the Yellow Dog get gored to death by a wild boar. Another one, a black dog, had been shot clean through by Wang Dalong's rifle after being injured in the same hunt.
By all rights, the Wang Family's Dog Gang should have had three dogs left.
But now, only the white dog and Qing Gou remained.
At Li Baoyu's question, Wang Dalong's face fell. He sighed and shook his head without a word.
Zhao Jun reached out and gave Li Baoyu a tug, signaling him to drop it. He then stepped forward and looked at the two remaining dogs.
