Siberian Husky...
That's right!
Those signature "three flames" on its head, what else could it be but a Siberian Husky?
Absolutely purebred Husky!
"Haha! Boss, are you sure? Don't cry if you lose! Then we'll have to flick your forehead again! Haha!"
The young man looked at Fatty with disdain, teasingly said.
Judging by the tone, they seemed like old acquaintances, with no real malice, just for fun.
"Tch! Do you know who Master Fatty is? Have I ever lost a bet and not admitted it? Just now, didn't you guys totally cheat? People are singing high-pitched songs like it's Himalayas or something, and you guys, those bastards, sing Calabash Brothers? I can't stand that embarrassment!"
"It's just about drinking beer through your nose, right? If I lose, we go again. Did you see? My dog is a genuine Alaskan Malamute, definitely faster than your big wolf dog. Just wait and see how Master Fatty makes you drink to your fill this time. Hmph!"
