It was a small wild boar, weighing around eighty or ninety jin, definitely not over a hundred.
Even so, it weighed less than San Pang. Right now, it was being viciously mauled by four dogs, pinned to the ground.
Big Fatty had the boar's snout, forcing its head into the dirt. In truth, he could have handled this little boar effortlessly on his own.
Meanwhile, Flower Cat and Hua Lang were biting its ears from the left and right, while San Pang had latched onto its front left leg.
Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit.
And so it was with these four dogs and this small wild boar.
The small boar's front legs were forced to its knees as its hind legs thrashed, trying to stand but failing completely. Its rump bucked up and down, its little tail twitched back and forth, and pitiful squeals escaped its mouth.
It was such a small boar that if Zhao Jun and Lin Xiangshun had been any slower, the four dogs would have mauled it to death.
