The bandit tried to hit him, but the Alabai grabbed his wrist with his strong jaws — not tearing it, but squeezing hard enough to make him drop the knife and scream.

“Get him off!” another shouted, backing away.

The Alabai spun around and lunged at the next man. He tried to stay on his feet, but the enormous dog slammed into him with his chest, knocking him to the ground.

The tallest bandit pulled out a club, but the Alabai lowered his head and took a step forward — his gaze so fierce that the man froze. He understood: the slightest movement and the dog would tear into him.

“Let’s go! Now!” someone yelled with a trembling voice.

The bandits ran to the car without even trying to look brave. The doors slammed shut, the engine roared, and the car sped away.

Meanwhile, the Alabai stood in front of the old man, breathing heavily, still alert.

“Oh… my protector…” the old man whispered, hugging his dog.

The dog snorted softly, as if trying to comfort him.