"Good boy!"
Shen Xin reached out and patted Knight's head.
His sitting posture was impeccable; it was easy to see how well-trained he was.
To become a qualified police dog, they had to be the cream of the crop, one in a hundred. It really wasn't easy.
Seeing the affinity icon appear above Knight's head, Shen Xin subconsciously pulled a piece of jerky from his pocket, wanting to feed him.
He usually carried some for training Black Panther and the others.
It was proper beef jerky. Sometimes, when he got hungry writing case files, he'd even have a piece himself. It tasted great.
But after pulling it out, Shen Xin remembered this was a police dog—it couldn't just eat anything.
"It's okay. When you finish your mission, I'll have Chen Guo give you an extra treat," Shen Xin said with a smile. Then, he tore open the package and, under Tiger Stripes's longing gaze, stuffed the jerky into Dou Dou's mouth.
Tiger Stripes let out a dissatisfied BARK and nipped at Shen Xin's pant leg.
