Me! A high-ranking official!

Twenty minutes later.

The betting pool for the sixth man-dog battle finally closed, and the total amount on the big screen jumped to an astonishing 3.23 million!

In this place where the minimum bet is five thousand, the insane speed at which money is being made is making his heart pound.

"when……"

A piercing gong sounded, and the entire venue instantly fell into a morbid, deathly silence.

The iron gates on both sides of the pit slowly rose.

On the left, a muscular young man named Hu Xiao was pushed in. Even though he was muscular, his face was ashen and his legs were shaking violently in the bottomless mud pit.

On the right, three thick iron chains were being dragged tightly by two burly men. At the end of the chains, the pit bull named King Kong instantly went into a state of extreme frenzy upon seeing living people! It lunged forward frantically, biting and snarling, stretching the thick iron chains taut and producing a grating, ear-piercing creaking sound!

"put!"

At the referee's signal, the two burly men instantly released the buckles on the iron chains and quickly retreated.

Unleashed, the pit bull was like a black cannonball fired from a gun, roaring and lunging directly at Hu Xiao's face, accompanied by a foul stench!

"ah……!"

Hu Xiao let out a piercing scream and instinctively raised her right arm to block.

"Snap!"

The dull thud of bones breaking even drowned out the clamor in the arena! The pit bull's terrifying bite force instantly pierced through Hu Xiao's forearm muscles, snapping his ulna!

Hu Xiao screamed madly, desperately pounding his left fist into the dog's head. But once a pit bull bites its prey, it will never let go until it dies. It shook its head wildly, and with each shake, a large chunk of bloody flesh was torn from Hu Xiao's arm.

In less than two minutes, Hu Xiao's right arm was a bloody mess, with visible white bone fragments. He was knocked to the ground by the dog, rolling frantically and begging for mercy: "Help! I give up! Help me!!!"

Two security personnel quickly rushed into the pit with stun guns and professional crowbars. With great effort, they managed to pry open the pit bull's stubborn steel teeth, put a muzzle on it, and drag it away.

Outside the three-meter-high barbed wire fence.

As Hu Xiao's heart-wrenching screams and the shocking sight of blood at the bottom of the pit filled the air, the emotions of the hundreds of gamblers above were instantly ignited to the extreme!

The whole place was like boiling water!

"Fuck your mother, you piece of trash! You can't even beat a dog! You made me lose 20,000!" A man who had lost so much money spat a mouthful of phlegm into the pit.

"Hahaha! We won! King Kong is awesome! We'll bite that bastard to death!" The winners who bet on the dog waved their banknotes and laughed maniacally.

No one cared about the young man at the bottom of the pit, clutching his severed arm and going into shock from the excruciating pain.

After the bloody and violent sixth "man vs. dog" match served as a warm-up, he tentatively placed bets on the following ordinary dogfighting matches with Liu Tao.

He didn't touch the money in the Sumeru Mustard Seed, but instead used the remaining ten thousand yuan in his WeChat savings, depositing five thousand yuan at a time.

I lost two games and won one game this morning.

In this kind of betting, three parts depend on the breed and size of the dog, and seven parts depend on the house's manipulation and information gap behind the scenes. Ordinary gamblers rely purely on luck or so-called fortune-telling, and nine out of ten times they lose – that's an ironclad rule.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

The first courtyard of the dog farm started serving food. It has to be said that although this den of iniquity is ruthless, the food is indeed top-notch. He asked for a private seat by the window and ordered a braised turtle, a steamed grouper, and two exquisite vegetarian dishes. He dragged the despondent Liu Tao to sit down and eat.

"Eat up, you'll have energy for the afternoon." He poured Liu Tao a cup of tea.

Liu Tao had no appetite. Looking at the table full of expensive dishes, her eyes were red. She sighed, "Jianguo, my heart is pounding like it's being fried in oil. Fifty thousand yuan... how can I eat this!"

He was about to curse Liu Tao when his gaze inadvertently drifted to the window, and he suddenly stopped.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, you see a thin figure crouching in the shadows of the corridor. It's the young man named Li Gan.

He didn't go into the private room or the lobby. He was holding a chipped plastic bowl filled to the brim with white rice, but no side dishes. He pulled out a small packet of crumpled Wujiang pickled mustard tuber from his faded trouser pocket, tore it open, and wolfed it down with the rice. He ate it with gusto, a mouthful of pickled mustard tuber followed by a large mouthful of rice, as if he knew he would be going down to compete in the afternoon and had to fill his stomach no matter what.

His heart clenched for no reason. For the sake of hundreds of thousands of yuan to save his life, he had to go into the pit that afternoon to fight the monster that had eaten people, but at noon he could only rely on a packet of pickled vegetables and white rice to replenish his strength.

"Li Gan!" he shouted as he opened the window.

Li Gan, who was squatting on the ground, paused. He turned around and saw Zhao Jianguo, who had spoken to him in front of the dog cage that morning. His numb face was expressionless. He turned back and continued to swallow large mouthfuls of rice with his back to the window.

"Hey, this kid's got a pretty stubborn streak." He didn't get angry after being rebuffed, so he simply closed the window and stopped trying to win him over. He then turned to Liu Tao and started eating and chatting.

After lunch, the two found a private room in the second courtyard and ordered two masseuses to massage their feet for relaxation.

Liu Tao lay on the massage bed, tossing and turning, seemingly lost in thought, while Zhao Jianguo closed his eyes to rest, his mind racing with plans for the afternoon.

At 2 p.m., the piercing sound of a gong echoed through the manor once again, and the afternoon gambling session officially began.

The first three matches were still regular dogfights. He joined the crowd for the fun and lost two matches and won one. Overall, he not only didn't win, but also lost nearly 20,000 yuan in the morning and afternoon.

"Jianguo, stop! Look, this thing can't win at all!" Liu Tao pleaded anxiously, sweating profusely.

Zhao Jianguo ignored him because the odds on the big screen had started to fluctuate wildly.

The fourth and final show of the afternoon: Li Gan vs. Archangel!

The atmosphere in the entire greenhouse was instantly ignited to a boiling point. Everyone knew that the Caucasian Shepherd Dog called Archangel was a ferocious beast that had actually eaten people, while its opponent was just a skinny boy who was a little over 1.6 meters tall and looked malnourished.

This is not a competition; it's a one-sided public execution!

The betting table was packed with frenzied gamblers, almost all of whom were throwing bundles of banknotes at the name of the Archangel, causing the Archangel's odds to be pitifully low, while Li Gan's odds were skyrocketing.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!"

Zhao Jianguo shoved aside the several gamblers in front of him who were red-eyed with rage, and strode to the betting table.

Taking advantage of the moment he turned around and blocked the view of the surveillance cameras and the crowd, he had a sudden thought and directly withdrew one million in cash from the Sumeru Mustard Seed.

"Bang!"

A heavy black canvas bag was slammed onto the betting table.

With a whoosh, the zipper was pulled open, revealing a neat stack of one hundred-yuan bills, exuding the fresh scent of ink! The bright red color instantly stung the eyes of everyone around!

"hiss……"

A collective gasp filled the air, and the previously noisy greenhouse fell silent for a few seconds.

Even the cashiers, who were used to seeing money, were taken aback. Since the dog farm opened, it was common for big bosses to bet millions, but they always transferred the money directly in the VIP rooms at the back. Very few people would carry a million in cash to bet in the lobby or other casual areas.

What's more, this young man in ordinary sportswear bet on a game he was destined to lose!

"One million, bet on Li Gan to win." He tapped the table expressionlessly.

"Jianguo! Are you crazy?!" Liu Tao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He had no idea where Zhao Jianguo had conjured such a huge bag, but he knew that if he threw that million at it, it wouldn't even make a ripple! He clung tightly to Zhao Jianguo's arm, almost kneeling down: "Are you possessed?! That's a monster that's eaten people! If that kid wins, I'll eat this table! You can't throw your life and fortune into the water!"

"Let go." He frowned slightly, looking at Liu Tao with a wry smile. "I know what I'm doing."

"What sense do you have? If you did, you'd bet on the archangel! Didn't you see everyone betting on the archangel? Jianguo, calm down, don't be impulsive, don't let your emotions get the better of you!"

Zhao Jianguo looked at Liu Tao speechlessly. This guy had gambled hundreds of thousands of yuan himself, so why was he stopping him from placing bets? Moreover, he dared to bet on Li Gan because he saw a certain drive in Li Gan, a fighting spirit and ruthlessness. He had worked in the government office for five years, and he had never seen this kind of drive in anyone. An intuition told him that Li Gan would definitely win, so he placed the bet, not on impulse!

"Taozi, let go! I really believe Li Gan can win!"

Hearing this, Li Gan, who had been expressionless, looked at Zhao Jianguo with a hint of surprise, seemingly unable to understand why he was so convinced that he would win! For the first time, a look of extreme astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"What nonsense! Even if you're betting on him, I wouldn't say anything if you bet 100,000 or 200,000, but you're betting a million? Are you crazy? That's all your savings! Don't you care? I'm counting on that million to help me expand my shop!"

Seeing Liu Tao like this, he was both annoyed and amused. Just as he was about to say something, a commotion suddenly broke out on the outskirts of the crowd.

"What's going on? Who the hell has money to burn and dares to bet on my Archangel to lose?"

With a gruff and arrogant voice, the crowd automatically parted to make way for a middle-aged fat man with a face full of scars and a gold necklace as thick as a little finger around his neck, who swaggered over.

The fat man, a cigar dangling from his mouth, glanced down at Zhao Jianguo, his gaze sweeping over the million yuan in cash. He sneered, "Kid, pretty arrogant, huh? You dare look down on even my dog, Yang's dog?"

Immediately, a gambler nearby fawned, "Boss Yang is here! Boss Yang, this kid must have lost his mind; he doesn't know that your 'Archangel' is a top-quality item he got from the Russian black market!"

"Exactly! Archangels have actually killed people before! They can even tear a bloody path through a pack of wolves! He actually bet on that dried-up monkey to win, he's practically throwing money away!"

Old Master Yang exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, pointed at Zhao Jianguo, and said with a look of disdain, "Young man, trying to make quick money by betting on the dark horse? I suggest you take your money back and buy some good food. My Archangel hasn't lost a single match since it landed in Linshui County! Do you believe that once the gong sounds, that guy named Li Gan will have his neck bitten off in less than three minutes?"

Li Gan, who had been standing not far away preparing to enter the field for pre-match checks, also looked up when he heard the commotion.

He looked up at Boss Yang, surprised. He had placed a bet on Boss Yang's dog losing, and it had actually brought him out to come and scold him. This guy was incredibly petty. It was a casino, and he was even interfering with people's betting!

He turned his head, not even glancing at the arrogant boss Yang, and simply curled his fingers to impatiently tap the glass of the cashier: "What are you standing there for? Doesn't the dog farm have rules against betting? Put the money in the account and issue the ticket."

"You..." Boss Yang was enraged by Zhao Jianguo's dismissive attitude. His fat twitched and a sinister glint flashed in his triangular eyes.

"Fine! You've got guts!" Boss Yang slammed his hand on the cash register and yelled at the staff inside, "Transfer two million to my account! Bet on the Archangel! I want to see how you throw away that million!"

When the big spender personally stepped in and increased the bets, the gamblers who were originally observing or thought the odds were too low instantly became like they were on steroids and started betting like crazy.

"I'll add another 50,000! To buy the Archangel!"

"I'll bet 100,000!"

Within minutes, the influx of funds shattered the balance of the market, causing the numbers on the screen to fluctuate wildly.

The odds for Li Gan to win were suddenly pushed up to an incredibly terrifying 1:6!

In other words, if Li Gan really manages to pull off an upset victory, Zhao Jianguo's initial investment of one million will turn into six million with interest!

Zhao Jianguo stared at the glaring 6.0 on the big screen, then glanced at Boss Yang in surprise. This nouveau riche was really petty. What did it matter to him if others bet on underdogs? He just had to throw money at the odds out of spite. But this was exactly what Zhao Jianguo wanted.

What he needs most right now is money. With this six million, plus the income in the next few days, he'll have almost ten million! He's only halfway to paying off his twenty million debt to the King of Hell!

"Place your order now! Close the sale!"

With shouts from staff, the betting channel was completely shut down.

"when……!!!"

A deafening gong rang out, as if striking the hearts of everyone present.

The afternoon's grand finale—the "Man vs. Dog" battle—has officially begun!

Outside the barbed wire fence surrounding the pit, hundreds of crazed gamblers instantly formed a dense crowd. Zhao Jianguo, with his extraordinary strength, managed to squeeze into the best spot at the very front.

The passageway door on the left side of the pit slowly rose.

Li Gan, shirtless and wearing only camouflage trousers, walked barefoot into the mud pit stained with dark red blood, under the watchful eyes of a group of security personnel.

He was indeed not tall, but when he took off his coat, Zhao Jianguo discovered that this thin young man did not have an ounce of excess fat. His muscles were like steel wire twisted together, tightly attached to his bones, exuding an extremely restrained explosive power like that of a cheetah.

What's even more striking is that his eyes have changed. They are no longer the numb and lifeless look he had when eating plain rice at noon, but a fierce and resolute look that comes from being driven to the brink of despair. It's the look that only someone who has truly seen blood and fought for their life can have.

"roar……!!!"

From the right side of the pit bottom, a terrifying roar, extremely low and muffled like thunder, suddenly erupted!

Immediately afterwards, the nouveau riche named Boss Yang, his face flushed, along with three other burly dog ​​trainers, struggled to walk out of the passage, dragging four thick iron chains with all his might.

At the end of the chain, the Russian Caucasian Shepherd Dog Archangel, whose size was comparable to that of a small calf, was frantically lunging forward!

Its long, gray-white hair stood on end, and saliva mixed with a foul stench flew everywhere from its huge, blood-red mouth. Its scarlet eyes were fixed on Li Gan on the other side of the pit, and a chilling gurgling sound came from its throat. Its violent strength even dragged four adult men, making them stagger.