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Judging from the silhouette of the person in the window, Yang Fan believed that it was a man. He was standing about a meter away from the window, silently standing there without moving.

His figure did not move, but Yang Fan did. He slowly crawled up from the bed and quietly approached the window. He wanted to see just who this fellow was.

However, just as Yang Fan reached the window, his figure disappeared.

Outside the window, the moonlight shone like water, quietly illuminating the land. The silvery gray light scattered down onto the simple and crude courtyard, making the originally quiet courtyard even more tranquil.

With Yang Fan's current eyesight, under the moonlight, it was practically the same as during the day. He instantly scanned the entire courtyard, but the courtyard was completely empty. Not a single person could be seen.

"Motherf * cker, looks like I need to raise a dog. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know when the person came in."

The Yang Tree Gully was a simple and unsophisticated place. It could be said that one did not pick up things along the way, did not close their homes at night, and was located within a large mountain, separated from the outside world.

Therefore, Yang Fan's family didn't have a dog. There was no need for that, and Yang Fan's family used to be poor, so a dog could almost support a person's appetite. With a dog's leftovers, it would be better to have a few chickens.

As the saying goes, a chicken butt is equivalent to half of a country man's treasured pot. Eggs can be changed into needles and thread, and they can also be changed into salt. Raising a chicken is much more worthwhile than raising a dog.

Now it was different. Yang Fan had a million years of wealth, so not to mention raising a dog, he could raise a bear as well.

In the past, his family was poor and did not need money. Now that he had money, the villagers were not too difficult to deal with. Even if they were jealous, they would not try anything funny.

In the past, the reason why those thieves didn't come was because Yang Shuquan was poor. If they heard that Yang Shuquan had produced a millionaire, there would definitely be some desperate thugs who would come after Yang Fan's family.

"Yeah, tomorrow I'll go to Sixth Grandpa's house to catch two puppies. I heard that his leopard just gave birth to a litter of puppies, so it's a good idea to raise two of them."

The Sixth Grandpa Yang Fan was talking about was his biological grandfather's cousin brother, the other two brothers and his grandfather. He was already in his seventies this year, and when he was young, he was the head hunter of Qingshan Town's leader. At that time, there were many wild beasts in the mountains, and there were no less than a few hundred professional hunters in the whole of Qingshan Town.

It was said that Yang Fan's father, Yang Dongdong, was good at hunting when he was young, but it was said that compared to Sixth Grandpa, it was nothing. Sixth Grandpa was said to have hunted a huge black bear alone, and it wasn't with a hunting knife at all, but with a hunting rifle.

It was said that the Sixth Grandpa and the Big Black Bear were brought back from the mountains by the villagers. At that time, they all thought that the Sixth Grandpa was crippled, but two months later, he entered the mountain full of life and vigor.

The leopard's mate was called Black Tiger, which was the same as the leopard. It was said that their ancestors were the super ferocious dogs that fought in the mountains together with their Sixth Grandpa and were able to tear even wild boars apart.

Although in the generation of the leopard and the black tiger, Sixth Grandpa was already over ten years old and was no longer as elegant as he used to be in the past, and his guarding dogs could no longer freely follow their owners in the mountain like their ancestors had. However, the genes passed down from the bones of the two guarding dogs did not decrease in the slightest, and the leopard and the black tiger were also super fierce dogs that had hunted wild boars in the mountains.

The villagers all said that as long as Sixth Grandpa's family's leopard and Black Tiger were here, Yang Tree Gully would not be able to lose anything and would not be able to enter the mountain.

The mountain guard dog was called Chinese mountain dog. It looked similar to Tibetan mastiffs, but it was smarter than Tibetan mastiffs. Its fur was like a yak's, and it also looked like a pine lion's.

The guarding dog was extremely violent and fierce. Even the tiger brown bear had to give it three points, but it was very loyal to its master. It was said that it could even show its master a child. It was a smart and fierce type of spirit dog.

After making up his mind, Yang Fan laid back down on his bed. He didn't know who the person outside the window was, and didn't have any intention of going out to search for him. That way, it would be easy to alert the enemy, and it would also be easy to expose his secret.

Yang Fan had already thought it through. Either he wouldn't act now, or he would act the way he treated Brother Li Minghe, killing them with a single blow. He would do as little as possible in order to vent his anger; if he couldn't solve the root of the problem, it would easily lead to a lot of trouble.

There are so many rich people in the world, only a few of them have been kidnapped. Frankly speaking, it's just a psychological effect, but when everyone thinks that you're a rich person, there won't be a lot of red-eyed diseases.

Yang Fan didn't sleep the entire night. He stared unblinkingly at the window, wanting to see if that figure would come again. However, even though the sky was bright, the figure from last night didn't appear.

He rubbed his eyes as he listened carefully. Song Bowen and Wang Dafu had arrived, his parents were talking to them, and even Village Head Yang Guoqing had arrived. Yang Fan was filled with resentment, why were they up so early in the morning? It seemed like he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Fan thought of this, his mother, Zhong Luojuan, came over to wake him up. As the host, he was still sleeping, so it was very impolite for him to wake up within three minutes, or else he would wake up with a broom.

"Mother, you're really my mother. I'm really not giving any face to your own son!"

Yang Fan was muttering to himself as he quickly put on his clothes. Ever since he was young, he had been hit by many .

When Yang Fan was done putting on his clothes and going out, he discovered that Zhong Renjuan's breakfast had already been prepared. Just how early did his mother get up? She couldn't have started cooking at 4 o'clock in the night, could she?

Looking at the dozen or so steaming and fragrant dishes on the table, Yang Fan wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He really wanted to tell his mother, why are you being so courteous to these two cunning old foxes?