Chapter 244 Damn, I saved my life
When Young Master Jin saw this, his expression gradually darkened, and the smile on his face faded a lot: "What's going on? Why is that loser still standing?!"

The host was also panicked, and the situation on the field gradually got out of control. Guisha looked at the man in front of him who was covered in blood but still standing, and he actually felt a little fear.

Su Hanze took a deep breath, took a step forward, and punched Guisha in the face. With a dull sound, Guisha's body fell heavily to the ground and no longer moved.

Outside the iron cage, everyone was stunned.

Su Hanze stood in the middle of the field, breathing heavily, and the blood on his body was so thick that it was hard to tell whether it was his or Guisha's. He raised his head, looking through the iron cage at the box where Jin Shao was, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.

The lights in the beast house came back on, and the air was filled with blood and noise, but there was an inexplicable depression in the chaos.

Guisha fell in the middle of the iron cage, face down, blood gushing out of his nose and mouth, forming a small pool of dark red. The audience was dead silent, with only sporadic gasps and the sound of wine glasses clinking.

Jin Shao's face was livid, his five fingers tightly grasped the armrest, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his palms. He did not expect Su Hanze to be able to hold on until now, and he did not expect that the ruthless Thai boxer would be knocked down by him. He stared at Su Hanze in the iron cage, with a strong anger and a hint of uneasiness burning in his eyes.

“Master, do you want to—” Xiao Tan whispered, leaning closer and pointing his finger at his neck, his meaning couldn’t be more obvious.

Young Master Jin's eyes were grim, and he waved his hand: "Release the beast."

Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment, his face changed: "Master, that thing...what if someone gets killed..."

"What are you afraid of?" Young Master Jin sneered, his eyes vicious. "If he doesn't die today, how can we save the reputation of our zoo? Tell them to open the cage and let that mad dog in!"

Xiao Tan gritted his teeth, stepped back and did as he was told. The lights in the venue dimmed again, and there was a commotion in the audience, which then turned into more excited noise and cheers.

Everyone's blood and expectations were aroused. They vaguely knew what would happen next, but it was this unknown violence that made their adrenaline surge.

The door at one corner of the cage slowly opened, and a deep animal roar came from the darkness, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and was finally about to explode. Then, the harsh sound of the chain being dragged was heard, and a sturdy fighting dog was dragged from the darkness into the arena.

This is no ordinary dog, but a specially trained fighting dog with gray-brown fur, scars all over its body, sharp and cruel teeth, and eyes full of savagery and bloodthirstiness.

"Woo-ah!" The fighting dog roared loudly, the sound was so deafening that many people around could not help but take a half step back. The mad dog broke free from its restraints, and after smelling the blood in the air, it ran frantically towards the center of the iron cage.

Su Hanze heard the voice and slowly raised his head. His bloodstained face was full of fatigue. He looked at the beast that was rushing towards him like a madman, knowing that Young Master Jin would not let him go easily. He propped himself up and stood up. His chest rose and fell violently. The dull pain from his ribs made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He didn't have time to catch his breath. The beast had already rushed over.

The fighting dog was extremely fast, and it pounced in front of him in the blink of an eye, with its sharp teeth heading straight for his neck. Su Hanze dodged to the side, and the beast's mouth brushed past his shoulder, instantly taking away a piece of clothing, revealing bruises and bloodstains on his skin.

After landing, the fighting dog turned around and pounced again. Its movements were agile and swift, and each attack was without the slightest hesitation.

Su Hanze panted, staring at the fighting dog in front of him with sharp eyes, his eyes swept over the sharp iron nails on the edge of the iron cage and the iron chains scattered in the corner. He knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to take advantage of every detail of the venue.

The beast rushed for the third time. Su Hanze saw the right moment, dodged it and kicked the dog in the waist. The dog screamed and hit the edge of the cage. The sharp nails pierced its flesh and blood splattered, but its wildness became even more ferocious.

The fighting dog struggled to get up, with a stronger murderous intent in its eyes. It dragged its wounds and pounced on Su Hanze again. This time, it learned to change its tactics, first feinting to bite Su Hanze's legs, then suddenly pounced high and went straight to his chest.

"Puff!" Su Hanze failed to dodge completely. The fighting dog's claws tore his chest, leaving a deep bloody mark. The severe pain instantly made his eyes go black. He staggered back a few steps and leaned against the iron cage. His face was pale and his breathing became heavier.

Young Master Jin laughed so hard in the box that he fell backwards and slapped his thigh, shouting, "Okay! Bite him to death! Bite him to death!"

The wealthy people in the audience were even more excited, their shouts were deafening, as if the bloodthirsty audience were the real beasts.

Su Hanze leaned against the iron cage, blood dripping from his chest to the ground. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and glanced at the fighting dog again. The fighting dog stared at him, making a low threatening sound in its throat, and the next moment it pounced on him like an arrow from a bow.

Su Hanze suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the iron chain, and turned his whole body to the side. When the fighting dog missed, Su Hanze used all his strength to throw the iron chain out, and the iron chain hit the fighting dog's head heavily. The fighting dog screamed, its head tilted, blood flowed down its head, and its manic movements slowed down for a moment.

The opportunity was only a moment, and Su Hanze did not hesitate at all. He gritted his teeth, dragged his scarred body and rushed over, grabbing the fighting dog's neck, and the iron chain tightened its throat again.

The fighting dog struggled frantically, its sharp claws tearing bloody wounds on his arms, but he remained unmoved, his teeth biting his lips tightly, his eyes as cold as a dry well.

The chain was getting tighter and tighter, and the fighting dog's struggle gradually became weaker. Finally, it twitched a few times and its head drooped.

The entire venue suddenly became quiet, with only Su Hanze's heavy breathing as the sound remained.

In the iron cage, he knelt on the ground, covered in blood, the iron chain in his hand loosened, and the fighting dog fell to the ground powerlessly, motionless. He slowly raised his head, looking through the iron cage directly at Jin Shao in the VIP box.

Jin Shao's smile froze on his face, and his face turned ashen. He never thought that Su Hanze would survive this "dead end".

The audience around them came to their senses and burst into even crazier cheers. The shock brought by this scene made them feel hot all over, and some even shouted for another show.

But Young Master Jin in the box didn't want to listen anymore. He stared at Su Hanze in the iron cage with a gloomy look in his eyes, his fists clenched white. "Very good, Su Hanze, you are a tough guy. But this life... I will take it back sooner or later."

The iron cage slowly opened, and Su Hanze walked out step by step, each step leaving a heavy mark of blood.

Su Hanze dragged his feet out of the iron cage. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and blood, as well as the audience's still excited cheers.

His clothes had long been torn to shreds, and his face, chest, and arms were covered in a mixture of dried and fresh blood. Every step he took on the ground felt like a hammer hitting his bones. The lights in the stadium were blinding, and falling on him was like a silent judgment.

"Boss Su!" Ah Liu pushed through the crowd and rushed over to support his shaky body. When he saw Su Hanze's face, he whispered, "Let's go, we can't stay here for long!" Su Hanze looked up and glanced at Jin Shao in the box from a distance. The guy was still sitting in his original position, but the smile on his face had long disappeared, replaced by a cold indifference.

Xiao Tan beside him leaned over and whispered a few words, but Young Master Jin just nodded slightly, with a chilling ruthlessness in his eyes.

Ah Liu pulled Su Hanze towards the exit and said hurriedly in a low voice, "Hurry up, the people in the beast house will probably not let this go. Young Master Jin must have another trick up his sleeve."

Su Hanze didn't say anything. The sweet and fishy taste in his throat almost made him breathless. With Ah Liu's support, he moved step by step towards the back door of the venue.

With every step he took, he could feel countless gazes from behind piercing him like needles. Some were filled with shock, some were disdainful, and some just regarded it all as a more entertaining game.

The back door finally opened, and the cold night wind blew in, blowing through Su Hanze's sweaty hair, seeming to pull him back to his senses from his drowsiness. There was a shabby pickup truck parked outside, and Ah Liu helped him get in the car, while yelling at the driver in the front seat: "Drive, drive!"

The car bumped into the night, the lights of the beast house gradually faded away in the rearview mirror. Ah Liu looked back breathlessly and breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn it, I'm lucky enough to survive."

Su Hanze leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes slightly, and frowned, "Young Master Jin won't just let it go."

Ah Liu was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Boss Su, it's already amazing that you can hold on to this point now, but Master Jin will come knocking sooner or later. You can't keep holding on like this, and the Xiwan brothers can't stand it either."

Su Hanze opened his eyes, his eyes were cold but full of fatigue: "We have to hold on even if we can't. The crazier this mad dog Jin gets, the bigger trouble he will cause sooner or later. Xiwan is our root, I don't want my brothers to end up without a place to stay."

Ah Liu stopped talking and just nodded with a complicated expression.

The car passed through the alleys of the port. Under the dim street lights, the outline of Xiwan looked particularly dilapidated. Abandoned cargo boxes, half-collapsed warehouses, and homeless people leaning on the corners made this place look like a forgotten shadow.

But Su Hanze knew that this was once the place where he had gained a foothold, and now, this stability was being torn apart bit by bit.

When they arrived at the warehouse in Xiwan, several brothers came over after hearing the sound of the car. When they saw Su Hanze's embarrassed look, their faces instantly turned ugly. Someone whispered, "Boss Su, Young Master Jin is trying to force us to death."

Su Hanze got out of the car and raised his hand to interrupt them before they could say anything else: "It's not over yet, everyone, cheer up. No one is allowed to talk nonsense tonight. Wait for my news."

Everyone responded, with worry and helplessness in their eyes.

The lights in the warehouse were dim. Su Hanze sat on a wooden box while Ah Liu simply treated his wound. Disinfectant alcohol was sprinkled on the wound, but he didn't even frown. He just stared at the ground in a daze. Ah Liu looked at him and lowered his voice a little: "Boss Su, Young Master Jin is so arrogant now. He is backed by the gambling king and Inspector Fang. We can't beat him."

Su Hanze replied calmly, "People who support him also have a bottom line. How long can Young Master Jin be so arrogant? If he continues to be so arrogant, sooner or later someone will want him dead."

"But what should we do? Should we keep going like this?"

"Wait." Su Hanze spat out a word, his eyes deep, "Wait for him to kill himself."

Ah Liu looked up at him, his face full of confusion: "Waiting? Waiting for whom to touch him? Lu Dongpi?"

"It doesn't matter who makes the move. What matters is that we didn't make the move." Su Hanze raised his head with a stern look in his eyes. "Now we have to defend Xiwan and what needs to be defended. Young Master Jin is getting anxious. The more anxious he is, the bigger the flaw will be."

Ah Liu was confused but nodded anyway.

It was late at night and the only sound outside the warehouse in Xiwan was the wind blowing through the cargo boxes.

Su Hanze leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes but not falling asleep. The battle in the beast house was just the beginning. Young Master Jin would not let him off easily, but he would not let Young Master Jin have an easy time either.

The cold wind, with the smell of seawater, slapped Su Hanze's face. He sat on a metal chair outside the warehouse, the dim light shone through the worn-out lampshade, and his shadow was very long. The wound was still aching, and the blood mixed with sweat had dried, pricking the skin and flesh.

"Xiaolong hasn't come back yet?" Su Hanze suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Ah Liu, who was leaning against the cargo box, was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No, there has been no movement since I went to pick up the goods last night, and the phone can't be reached." He looked at Su Hanze's face and added in a low voice, "Could something have happened?"

Su Hanze raised his hand and rubbed his brows, frowning. Xiaolong was his capable subordinate, who had been with him for several years. He always did things efficiently and never dragged his feet. How could there be no news about the matter he personally instructed this time? Something was wrong, there must be something fishy going on.

"Prepare the car and go to the South District." Su Hanze stood up, his voice as low as a knife sharpened from his throat.

"Boss Su, the South District is the territory of Ludong Beer. If we go there... he won't look at us well." Ah Liu looked worried.

"If he wants a favor, I'll give it to him." Su Hanze sneered, his eyes sharp as a knife, "I won't touch his goods, and I don't owe him anything. But Xiaolong is my man. If something really happens, I want to know what happened."

Fifteen minutes later, the battered truck roared out of West Bay, its lights casting a blur of light across the damp, cold harbor streets.

Su Hanze sat in the passenger seat while Ah Liu drove the car, his face full of nervousness: "Boss Su, we haven't dealt with Young Master Jin yet. If Lu Dong Beer causes trouble again, it will be even harder for us to turn things around."

Su Hanze looked at the lights flying by outside the window. His voice was calm but with suppressed anger. "Things happen one by one. Young Master Jin will never let me have it easy, and I won't let him have it easy. If Xiaolong really gets into trouble, no one will have an easy time no matter whose territory it is."

The car passed through the narrow alleys. The South District was still brightly lit in the middle of the night, and the atmosphere of decadence and debauchery mixed with the filth in the dark permeated the entire block.

Su Hanze's car stopped at the back alley in the South District. He got out and scanned the narrow alley in front of him. The ground was wet and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)

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