Chapter 213 What's Wrong with Being a Dog?

My parents named me Xiang Ergou, but I didn't like this name.

Because I heard the boss tell me that dogs eat shit when they travel thousands of miles, while wolves eat meat when they travel thousands of miles.

So I changed my name to Lang.

The boss praised me for my ambition and asked me if I was willing to collect debts for the company. I agreed.

In just one month, I collected 17 debts for the company, three of which were bad debts that others could not collect.

Since then, no one has called me by my name anymore, and everyone respectfully calls me "Brother Wolf".

I moved out of the shabby house where my father died and moved into a big house.

The house was paid by the debtor to the company, and I took it back, along with a man's body and a dying woman.

Debt collection and wall building were the most common jobs I did for the boss, and I also got a lot of money and had a lot of fun.

That period was the happiest time of my life, and I felt that I had found the meaning of life.

Until one day, I went to collect debts for the boss as usual. The debtor was a sick old man who looked like he was dying.

No matter how I forced him, he was unwilling to pay back the money. I smashed his limbs one by one and built them into the wall. He just screamed in pain and refused to give me the money.

I didn't understand how his bones could be so hard, so I smashed all the bones in his body and built them into the wall.

That was the first time I failed to collect debts. It seemed like a warning of fate. Misfortunes happened one after another.

The boss went wrong in martial arts training and became a terrifying monster. He killed anyone he saw in the company.

Then, the police surrounded the company. The leader was an extremely fierce woman. With just one kick, she poked the boss's head like a scorpion's tail, and kicked a wall to pieces.

Many bodies mixed together rolled out of the wall. The scene at that moment was beautiful.

I was put in prison. I should have been sentenced to death, but I used the house under my name to make a deal with the judge. I was put in the second prison and became a minor criminal.

At the beginning, everything was good. The prison provided food and accommodation, and I became the head of the prison.

However, the good times did not last long. The management of the prison gradually became harsh. They even started to charge us for food and accommodation, and asked us to pay every week.

The prisoners naturally refused to agree and caused several riots. Then, the blood in the corridors in those days could not be washed clean even after mopping over and over again.

Then, a group of construction teams came into the prison and renovated the entire prison. The walls were repainted white, the corridors were filled with probes, and isolation doors were set up between the prison areas, with a lot of access control.

Moreover, a crematorium was built in the prison. For a period of time, the crematorium was running every day.

I went to the crematorium several times with corpses. With my many years of experience in wall building, I found that the wall behind the crematorium was particularly solid.

I suspected that there was a secret hidden in that wall, but I never told anyone. This was a secret hidden in my heart.

After that, not long after, no prisoner dared not to pay.

But after paying the food fee, the quality of the food in the prison plummeted, and every meal was sticky paste.

Like pig feed, it had no taste, and after eating it, the blood and qi in the whole body would become extremely sluggish, as if all the bones in the body were shackled with heavy shackles, and it would be difficult to resist the electric batons wielded by the prison guards.

I knew what the prison was thinking, but facing the black muzzles on the high walls, I had no choice but to surrender and eat the sticky paste.

Because if I didn't eat, I would really starve to death.

That day, I felt like I was eating shit, and I realized that I had turned from a wolf back to a dog.

Days passed, and when there were still three months left before I was released from prison, the prison changed the warden and came up with a strange thing called "last elimination system".

On that day, the prison guards were like crazy, waving electric batons, and brutally smashed to death a prisoner who didn't pay enough money in front of me.

I witnessed those bloodthirsty prison guards, and their figures swayed in my mind, just like the crazy me in the past.

But now, I have become the one who is being collected for debt.

But it doesn't matter, I still have money outside, which is enough for me to survive the remaining three months, and there will be enough for me to regroup and make a comeback after I get out.

By then, I can open a mortgage company by myself, be the boss, use the advanced debt collection skills learned from the second prison to beat my peers outside, and then make the company bigger and stronger step by step.

Just when I was planning and looking forward to a bright future after being released from prison, two night shift prison guards interrupted my beautiful dream and persuaded my stupid and poor cellmates with eloquence.

Refuse to pay?

Are you kidding?

If the debt collector can't collect the money, he can only take his life!

I will not be stupid and foolish enough to use my bones to fight against the electric baton when I am about to be released from prison.

But I still pretended to agree with the two prison guards, because all the prisoners in my room were stimulated and bewitched by the words of the new good prison guard.

Although he often had a gentle smile on his face and spoke politely and reasonably, I could feel that there was a terrible malice hidden behind that smile.

The way he looked at us was like examining toys, and the hidden indifference and cruelty were even more terrifying than when I built those people into the wall.

After all, my original intention was just to get their money, and this prison guard named Feng Mu, he just wanted our lives, no, that's not right, he wanted to sell our lives for a good price.

I won't be fooled by him.

So, today during the day, when the prison guard came to collect the debt, he waved the electric baton with a cruel face, knocked three prisoners to the ground one after another, and fell in a pool of blood.

Then he raised the electric baton again and approached me with a grin. When the electric baton hit me, I immediately fell to the ground with my limbs, showing a fearful and flattering face like a dog.

I was only lightly hit by the stick, but I screamed more heartbreakingly than anyone else.

The prison guard laughed, and I also grinned, took the phone handed by the prison guard, and contacted the woman outside who was tied and tamed by me like a dog. On the other end of the phone, she followed my instructions and transferred the money to the account provided by the prison guard.

My surrender, like an invisible pressure, spread to the hearts of every prisoner. They lost the courage to resist and obediently handed over double the money they had paid before.

I looked at them, staring at me with a look of despair, angry but not daring to speak.

I pursed my lips in contempt, and after the prison guards left, I said to them:

"Why are you looking at me? Are you really stupid? Are you really going to use your bones to resist the electric baton? Please, I am saving everyone's lives."

At this moment, I really felt that I saved them, at least saved their lives for a week.

And I have lived for thirty-three years, and suddenly, I suddenly realized a truth:

Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, but they will be beaten to death; dogs travel thousands of miles to eat shit, but they can live forever.

So, what's wrong with being a dog? Who would be crazy to want to be a wolf? Haha, it's stupid.

Well.

There is nothing wrong with the name my parents gave me. I like my name.

My name is Xiang Ergou, the dog of dogs!

There is a section about killing people and building walls in the middle, which is more than 200 words long and was deleted by the reviewer. . . . . You can figure it out for yourself.