Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1655 - 902: Operation Capture (Part 2)

Rural tourism spot, strawberry fields.

Dongdong oversees Xingxing as he picks strawberries, using him like a sturdy laborer.

At first, Dongdong labored alongside him, but soon realized that if Xingxing handled the workload of two, he could slack off entirely.

A moment of clarity hit Dongdong, transforming his attitude toward hard work.

Zhang Ruyun brought Ba Wang to the greenhouse entrance and called out, "Dongdong, help me out here, I’m handing Ba Wang over to you for now."

Dongdong eyed Ba Wang suspiciously, "Should I get Uncle Yang to cook it up in a stew?"

Ba Wang picked up on the threat, hackles rising as it barked fiercely at Dongdong.

Zhang Ruyun gave in, clarifying, "No, just watch over Ba Wang for a bit, let it see you as its temporary master."

Dongdong glanced at Ba Wang and shook his head, "It won’t help with any chores, so why take it on?"

Dongdong’s eyes scanned the area, spotting a lazy worker, and he barked, "Xingxing, quit spacing out, or I’ll sic the dog on you!"

Xingxing hurriedly stooped to gather strawberries, his little frame weighed down heavily, longing to head back home.

Zhang Ruyun pleaded from every angle, but failed. In desperation, he added, "Jiang Ning wants you to look after it, tell folks it’s your dog."

Recalling the fearsome Jiang Ning the Great, Dongdong nodded fast, "Fine, Ba Wang, stick with me from here on!"

Zhang Ruyun grasped just how brittle his self-respect truly was.

...

Police sirens shattered the peace along the river embankment.

In the Cayenne, Mrs. Chen’s shattered nerves eased greatly as she flung the door open.

Two squad cars pulled up, and a man in his thirties emerged, trailed by officers ranging from twenties to forties.

Director Han greeted them warmly, "Brother Zhou, never thought you’d show up yourself!"

Officer Zhou, lacking a harsh demeanor, gave a nod, "Director Han."

Even from different precincts, ties within the force ran deep.

Director Han summed up the event quickly, then shot a look at Jiang Ning. Previously, emotions had overridden logic without cause for action, but now with the dog attack, could he dodge consequences?

Once locked up, dreams of education and success would vanish, condemned to scrape by at society’s edge.

That youth from the recent meal who’d unnerved him—Director Han aimed to snag him too, ideal moment to settle scores.

"Handle it by the book, teach them a lesson." Director Han instructed.

Captain Zhou grasped the seriousness.

He guided his team toward Jiang Ning.

Xue Yuantong spotted them and flashed the heroism banner from before, "We rescued someone last time!"

Director Han chuckled inwardly—such innocence; does valor protect from trouble? Only if a bigwig was saved.

Mrs. Chen stepped forward, accusing, "He sicced the dog on someone!"

Xue Yuantong retorted, "The dog doesn’t belong to us."

Mrs. Chen insisted stubbornly, "If it’s not yours, why does it obey you?"

Turning to logic, Xue Yuantong fired back instantly, "You didn’t build cars, yet you drive them? You didn’t farm grain, yet you eat it?"

Mrs. Chen exploded in rage, jabbing fingers at their faces, "You’re finished! You’re finished!"

Captain Zhou furrowed his brow, "Who owns this dog exactly?"

Mr. Qian gestured eastward, "It’s Dongdong’s family dog—go ask him."

Mrs. Chen yearned to eliminate everyone there, but craved the dog’s demise most, ordering, "Come on, nab that dog!"

The biter required restraint; per protocol, officers fetched traps and dart guns from the vehicles, marching east of the cabin.

Mrs. Chen glared icily at Jiang Ning’s crew, venom almost tangible, "Just wait for your doom!"

The posse stormed off.

Xue Chuchu prepared tea for Jiang Ning; he sipped it relaxedly, unconcerned in the least.

Han Chen’s emotions swung from initial dread to smug triumph with the turnaround, but spotting the lovely girl pouring tea made his eyes widen sharply.

Right then, smug superiority washed over him, ’Enjoy that last sip of tea.’

...

Mrs. Chen arrived at the rural tourism area while Dongdong savored fresh air by the greenhouse.

Mrs. Chen, fierce and unyielding, demanded, "Where’s Dongdong?"

Dongdong caught the haughty tone and bellowed, "Your Grandpa Dongdong’s right here!"

Mrs. Chen’s complexion paled to sickly green.

Captain Zhou asked, "You Dongdong?"

Dongdong stood bold, "Yep, Police Uncle, Dongdong here!"

"Got a large dog?" Captain Zhou inquired.

Dongdong boasted, "You bet, my pup chomps hard—only bad folks!"

'Unbelievable!' Mrs. Chen raged, "Your dog attacked me!"

Dongdong crowed wildly, "It chomped you, you foolish hag!"

"See this brat’s nerve—grab him, grab him!" Mrs. Chen pressed relentlessly.

Dongdong laughed, "Hahaha, your grandpa’s just nine this year!"

Captain Zhou froze, eyeing Dongdong’s burly build—nine?

If really nine, under present laws, what clout to penalize?

Mrs. Chen demanded, "Where’s your family adults?"

Kids dodge blame, but parents shoulder it.

Her voice barely faded when a hefty grandma rolled up on an e-bike from afar, obviously fresh from errands.

The hefty grandma yelled, "Dongdong, heading to your aunt’s for mahjong tonight—no dinner home, eat with Boss Yang alone."

With that, she spun the bike to leave.

Captain Zhou called urgently, "Auntie, your kid’s dog bit someone—you can’t go!"

Grandma, itching for tiles, brushed it off, "Kids that young? Murder’s no biggie, dog nip’s trivial."

She zipped away on the scooter, gone in seconds.

Everyone stood stunned, chills crawling their spines.

...

Mrs. Chen seldom felt so thwarted, reminiscent of old days dismissing suitors at work with a casual "not our jurisdiction—try elsewhere."

Now, after two hunts for the owner yielding this, the parallel struck hard.

Mrs. Chen boiled over, shedding all poise and airs for raw frenzy, poise laced with lunacy:

"Alright, no owner? Snag the dog and process per procedure."

She plotted to seize the cur, snap its limbs, unleash Doudou to tear it apart!

Captain Zhou mulled briefly, commanded, "Right, go get the dog."

His backups, gripping catch poles, circled the playful Xiao Ben.

Xiao Ben detected peril, hind legs propelled it "whoosh" from the trap, blurring into shadow westward.

Captain Zhou gripped the dart gun, pursued relentlessly, set on nabbing the feral beast.

Yet human pace lagged far behind canine; Xiao Ben hit Jiang Ning’s gate while Zhou lagged midway.

Jiang Ning munched jerky, snapped off a chunk, tossed it casually.

Xiao Ben, the fiendish hound, pounced the treat, gnawed ferociously.

Spotting pursuers, it bolted anew in frenzy.

Director Han witnessed but shied from solo intercept, fearing a savage rip—agony guaranteed.

Director Han rallied cops, "Cut it off, cut it off, cut it off!"

Net tightened swift, Xiao Ben charged madly, "whoosh" slipping a crevice.

Captain Zhou caught up; some hauled snares, others nets—heavy gear slowed them badly.

Two pursuit loops yielded zilch—they couldn’t corner it.

Xiao Ben toyed wickedly, halting to "woof woof" mockingly, taunting on purpose.

A team member griped, "Captain, this thing’s a nightmare—tougher than perps!"

Captain Zhou huffed, rural wilds made dog hunts brutal.

Rich Mrs. Chen wheezed worse, staring hopelessly at the mutt.

Xue Yuantong munched a huge strawberry, chirped brightly, "Wow, Auntie, all fancy with your luxe ride—can’t snag one silly pooch?"