Chapter 157

C157 – The Power of the Third Level of Insect Controlling Arts

Jiang Hao slipped into the alley, tracking the two rabid dogs. Twisting through the labyrinth of turns, he watched as they darted into a residence.

The moment the dogs were inside, the door slammed shut.

Using his Wind Catching Ear skill, Jiang Hao overheard a conversation that sent a chill down his spine.

His expression turned icy, as frigid as the deepest winter.

“Auntie, Pingping and Anan have returned to the old house!”

“Ah! Good, they’re back. Quick, bring my poor boys some steak. Don’t let them go hungry!”

“For now, keep Pingping and Anan inside. Those fools are scouring the place for my son!”

“It’s all those three idiots’ fault. How else would my son end up suffering like this!”

“Damned garbage, why don’t they just drop dead!”

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Hearing such venomous words, Jiang Hao’s mind flashed back to the article he’d read that morning about those extreme dog lovers.

“Are these the extreme dog lovers?”

“They’re not fit to be called human!”

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After what seemed an eternity, Jiang Hao opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips as he listened to the heart-wrenching screams. He turned on his heel and walked away.

With the mastery of the third level Insect Controlling Arts, every insect he commanded became an extension of his own vision.

Under the relentless assault of tens of thousands of insects, two rabid dogs were provoked into a frenzy, failing to recognize anyone as they turned on their owner.

Trapped by a locked door, the rabid dogs had no means of escape. Ultimately, they met their demise amidst the miniature insect swarm unleashed by Jiang Hao.

As for the malicious dog enthusiasts, Jiang Hao spared their lives, yet they did not escape without punishment.

Such an outcome might well be seen as a form of closure.

Having returned from the alley, Jiang Hao found that Jiang Zixuan had already returned home from school, leaving him to head home alone.

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By four o’clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hao had made his way to the Magnificent Hotel, with his fellow seniors from Class 8 of Grade 12 arriving hot on his heels.

Thanks to Jiang Hao’s foresight in reserving a table earlier that morning, the classmates took their seats without delay.

The meal was a lively affair, with well-wishes exchanged among the students.

Jiang Hao was overjoyed, reciprocating with blessings for his classmates.

The atmosphere was buoyant, yet in one corner, Lee Xuan watched the center of attention, the exuberant Jiang Hao, with eyes brimming with envy and spite.

In his mind, it was he who should have been in Jiang Hao’s place today.