From the fragments of conversation outside, it was clear—
They were fans of some rival top idol.
Maybe her recent livestream popularity had accidentally stepped on someone's interests.
Or maybe they were just insane fans, coming to "deliver justice" in person.
There was no knock.
Instead, someone started violently pounding on the neighbor's door.
"Is it you?! Are YOU the one smearing our XX online?!"
Amid the chaos, someone seemed to confirm the direction.
Footsteps shifted.
Closing in on her door.
Lin Wan's heart slammed against her ribs.
She instinctively took a step back and looked at Silas-the-dog.
He had already turned toward the door.
His four legs pressed low against the floor, muscles tensing into a pre-attack stance.
The neon-pink bandana around his neck looked absurdly bright—
But the cold light in his blue eyes made him feel… strangely reliable.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Her door shook under the impact.
The old wooden panel rattled violently.
"Open up! We know you're in there!""The husky streamer—get out here!"
Lin Wan's face drained of color.
Her palms were slick with sweat.
She glanced at Silas, clenched her teeth, and whispered,"Hide. Don't make a sound."
She took a deep breath, preparing to face whatever was outside.
But Silas moved faster than she did.
Just as the people outside began kicking the door, curses growing louder—
A gray-white blur shot across the room.
Silas positioned himself behind the door.
He didn't bark.
Instead, a series of deep, rolling growls thundered from his throat—low, heavy, terrifying.
Then—
Another kick landed.
The door jolted inward, opening a narrow crack.
In that instant—
Silas struck.
His paw flashed out through the gap, slashing upward with lightning speed.
"AAAAH—!"
A shrill, distorted scream exploded in the hallway.
A dull thud followed.
Then—
Chaos.
"What was that?!""My hair—my WIG!""It's the dog! That husky ripped Lily's wig off!"
Lin Wan froze.
Fear evaporated, replaced by pure disbelief.
She stepped toward the peephole and looked out.
Four or five young women stood in the hallway, completely panicked.
One of them was sitting on the ground, hands clamped over her head.
Beside her—
A chestnut-colored, beautifully styled wavy wig lay abandoned on the dusty floor.
Several strands of ripped hair extensions scattered nearby.
Inside the apartment—
Silas stood just behind the door.
Only half his head was visible through the gap.
One icy blue eye.
And—
A paw slowly retracting.
A few strands of hair were still hooked on his claws.
He stared at the stunned girls outside.
Then he bared his teeth.
Snow-white.
Sharp.
And let out a single, clear bark—
"WOOF."
Full of mockery.
Full of warning.
Absolute dominance.
Silence fell instantly.
The girl on the ground looked at the wig.
Then touched her noticeably thinner real hair.
And finally—
She burst into tears.
The others went pale.
They stared at the eye in the doorway—
At the husky whose combat power clearly exceeded expectations—
And didn't dare step forward again.
They helped their crying companion up and fled down the hallway in a mess of frantic footsteps.
The corridor returned to silence.
Slowly, Lin Wan opened the door.
She looked at the lonely wig on the floor.
Then back inside.
Silas was sitting neatly, already back to his usual cold, aristocratic posture.
He was lowering his head, wearing an expression of pure disgust as he scraped his claws against the floor—
trying to rid himself of the offending strands of hair.
The neon-pink bandana.
That "deeply accomplished, no credit needed" expression.
The contrast was so violent it made one want to kneel.
Lin Wan was silent for several seconds.
She bent down, picked up the wig, and dusted it off.
"Well done, Teacher Silas," she said, her tone complicated."Not only can you suppress trending topics—you can perform precision physical strikes."
She lifted the wig slightly.
"This thing doesn't look cheap.So tell me—does this count as righteous defense, or excessive force?"
Silas finished cleaning his claws.
He lifted his head.
His blue eyes flicked to the wig, then to her.
Then—
He raised his chin just a fraction.
Arrogant.
Dismissive.
Trivial matter.
Lin Wan laughed despite herself.
That lingering fear was replaced by something far stranger.
She tossed the wig into the trash, closed the door, and squatted in front of him.
"Since you performed well today," she said, rubbing the top of his fluffy head.
This time, Silas only tilted his head slightly—he didn't dodge.
"I'll increase your donation cut to twenty–eighty."
Silas's ears twitched.
"I take eighty. You take twenty," Lin Wan added.
Silas: "..."
He shook off her hand, stood up, and walked toward the sofa with dignified steps.
He jumped up.
Then turned his back to her again.
But this time—
Lin Wan was pretty sure she saw it.
That big, fluffy tail—
It moved.
Just a tiny bit.
Fast.
Once.
Lin Wan looked at his back.
Then at the wig in the trash.
Then at her phone, where the livestream topic—cut short by the incident—was already quietly climbing in heat.
The crisis was over.
But a new topic was clearly brewing.
She picked up the plastic toilet plunger Silas had thrown aside and squeezed it.
Pffft.
A ridiculous sound echoed.
"Well then," she muttered softly, eyes gleaming,"Looks like we need to train you in some new skills, Teacher Silas."
"For example…"
She glanced at the sofa.
"…Mid-air Wig Snatching."
On the sofa—
Silas's back stiffened.
Just for a moment.