Fang Zhao gazed at the ocean and placed the leash on the cabinet by the door.
This was the first time he was letting Curly Hair go out on his own, and Fang Zhao was a little worried. However, he couldn't keep looking after Curly Hair forever. He was only willing to let Curly Hair go out independently this time his long period of discipline. He would assess Curly Hair's performance this time to decide on future measures.
Curly Hair was no small matter, and Fang Zhao had never relaxed Curly Hair's restrictions. If he didn't give any guidance, Curly Hair could become a killing weapon by the hands of certain errant people.
There was nothing wrong with a weapon on its own. The fault would lie with the user of the weapon.
Fortunately, Curly Hair was a complete life form that had its own consciousness, cognition and emotions.
