Li Mo watched with curiosity as Shen Xin stopped in front of cage after cage, crouching down to have a "heart-to-heart staring contest" with each dog.
"What in the world is he doing?" Li Mo whispered to Li Jiahui, who was standing beside him.
'Anyone who didn't know better might think Shen Xin was having a spiritual exchange with these dogs.'
Li Jiahui didn't know how to explain it either. After a moment's thought, she said, "He's activating his skill."
The last time at the police dog base, Shen Xin had used a group-wide ultimate move. To this day, the trainers there still brought it up occasionally, marveling at it.
Li Mo's eyes widened. He wanted to ask, 'Are you serious?', not sure whether to laugh or cry.
Li Jiahui shrugged. 'You're asking me? I'd like to know, too,' she thought.
In any case, she was sure Shen Xin had some kind of special technique.
There were quite a few dogs in the kennels. Going through them one by one like this seemed a bit too tedious.
