The night fell, and the field was brilliantly lit by stars.
Herds of cattle and sheep returned to their resting places in groups, with the warm and gentle moonlight guiding their way. Everything seemed so peaceful.
Yet at this moment, an angry roar erupted from Breda Ranch, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.
"Who the hell did this?!"
Inside the ranch's kitchen, John Fos stared at the pot full of cattle and sheep dung, his eyes almost spitting fire.
Someone replied with a grim expression, "It wasn't us. If we had thrown dung into the pot, we wouldn't be able to have dinner ourselves, right?"
"I know who did it." John Fos's face twitched: "Yanhuang, it must be him. Big sister told us to be vigilant on the periphery. Who was responsible for the vigilance outside?"
The person who spoke earlier looked helpless: "The ranch is so big, even if we all go out on guard, it's hard to ensure there are no loopholes. If Yanhuang wants to come in, it would be almost easy for him."
