Me! A high-ranking official!

After changing his clothes, he glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 3:30 PM.

The betting odds outside are set for one match every half hour. Three matches should have already been played, and soon, the grand finale, the human-dog battle, will begin.

He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

He wasn't worried at all that the prize pool wouldn't be 20 million. One against four was a dead end for the dog racing world. Those retail investors on the outside would definitely bet like crazy to try and get high odds, while those owners who kept top-quality fighting dogs and were so poor they only had money left would throw millions of dollars at the thrill of watching a person being torn to pieces by four vicious dogs without batting an eye.

The clock hands pointed to 4:10 PM.

There was a knock on the door of the lounge. It was the same waiter in the vest, holding a number: "Mr. Zhao, the fourth show is over. Sister Zhen would like you to come and prepare for the show."

He stood up and put the half-face mask of the Monkey King on his face. The cold, hard plastic clung to his skin, perfectly concealing his original face.

"What happened in the last match?" He asked casually as he walked down the dimly lit corridor.

The waiter lowered his head, his voice flat: "That person didn't last two minutes. After being taken there, they bandaged him up. His right leg, from the knee down, was basically chewed up and ruined."

He didn't stop walking, and sighed inwardly. People driven to the brink by loan sharks have lives that are worthless.

Upon reaching the iron fence at the edge of the pit, a strong, nauseating stench of blood and dog odor assaulted my senses. From the passage opposite, I could faintly hear frantic barking of dogs, and the chains rattled loudly.

He didn't look outside, but sat down on a peeling iron folding chair, closed his eyes to rest. Above him, the gamblers, still excited by the bloody battle of the previous round, were now screaming wildly, their stomping making dust fall from their heads.

About ten minutes later, the iron gate bolt was pulled open with a click.

"It's your turn."

He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the pit.

The blinding searchlight shone on the sandy ground at the bottom of the pit, where the black blood from the previous battle was still soaking. As soon as he appeared, the gamblers in the stands above him erupted into chaos, like frogs scalded by boiling water.

"Holy shit! It really is a monkey wearing a mask!"

"Are you looking for death?! One-man attack against three dogs? What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty!"

"Wearing a mask? Wait till General Iron rips your stomach out, then let's see if you regret coming into this pit!"

A barrage of foul language, mixed with the stench of secondhand smoke, rained down upon them.

He ignored them, his hands hanging at his sides, his gaze sweeping across the large iron gate opposite him.

"Bang!" The iron gate opposite swung open.

Three strong men, each holding a thick iron chain, dragged in three terrifyingly large beasts. The moment the three dogs smelled the blood in the pit and saw the living people on the other side, they went berserk. Their front paws were off the ground, and they let out a low growl with a penetrating power. The men pulling them dug deep furrows in the sand, and they almost lost their grip.

His eyes narrowed slightly; this setup was indeed a deadly situation.

The one on the far left is called Iron General, a purebred Brazilian Fila. It's the size of a small calf, with a deformed, thick neck. The most distinctive feature of this breed is that once it bites, it won't let go. The one in the middle is called Yellow Wind General, a Japanese Tosa. It has bulging muscles all over its body and doesn't bark much, but its eyes reveal a fierce and crazy nature. The one on the right, Tiger Head, is a Pit Bull mix. Its body is covered with tumors and scars left from previous bites. Although it's slightly smaller, it's the most ferocious.

"when……!"

A piercing gong rang out across the pit, and the iron chains simultaneously broke free.

"Bite him to death! General Yellow Wind, show no mercy!"

"Tiger Head! Get him!"

Three vicious dogs pounced on Zhao Jianguo like three arrows released from a bow, bringing a foul stench.

Faced with this seemingly inescapable predicament, he remained completely calm. Thanks to the physique he had previously acquired through the system's treasure trove, his eyes possessed a dynamic perception far exceeding that of ordinary people. In his eyes, the direction of the three dogs' muscle exertion was slowed down by half a beat.

He had no intention of confronting the enemy head-on. He pushed off with his feet and slid like an eel into the open space on the left.

In officialdom, being besieged by several forces is a major taboo. The only way to break the deadlock is to create space for maneuver and defeat them one by one.

The three dogs missed their target, scratched at the sand with their paws, and immediately turned to give chase. He moved quickly along the iron fence at the edge of the pit, his steps steady.

Sure enough, this tug-of-war disrupted the rhythm of the three dogs. The pit bull named Tiger Head was the most irritable and the fastest. It left the other two dogs half a body length behind, kicked off with its hind legs, and pounced on Zhao Jianguo's lower back with its blood-red mouth wide open.

"Now."

He stopped abruptly, and instead of dodging, he used his waist and hips to slide sideways with a tiny movement, the tiger's foul-smelling mouth brushing against his clothes and missing its mark.

Before the tiger's head even hit the ground, he reacted with lightning speed. With his left hand, he grabbed the thick skin behind the tiger's neck, and with his right hand, he gripped the stiff fur on its rump. He exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest, and with a low growl, his arm muscles bulged. He actually swung the fifty or sixty-pound pit bull up and used it like a sandbag, slamming it hard into General Huang Feng, who was about to pounce from behind!

With a muffled thud, General Huang Feng was hit squarely, and the two dogs instantly rolled into a heap on the sand.

But in less than half a second, the largest Iron General was already in front of him. Using its momentum, it stood upright, its two front paws reaching for Zhao Jianguo's shoulders, its large mouth aimed straight at his throat.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his hands flashing out and precisely gripping the Iron General's thick forelimbs. The power modified by the system erupted completely at this moment.

"rise!"

He roared and withstood the impact of over 100 pounds. Using the force against him, he lifted the calf-sized Brazilian Fila high above his head and slammed it to the ground like a broken sack!

"Thump!"

Sand flew everywhere, and Tie Jiangjun was thrown around in a daze, but the beast's ferocity was fully unleashed. He lay on the ground and howled, then opened his mouth and bit Zhao Jianguo's arm hard.

He jerked his hands apart, his wrists avoiding the row of fangs, and with a burst of strength, used the momentum of its counterattack to lift it up from the ground for the second time.

This time, he used all his strength.

"Bang... Crack!"

The extremely dull impact sound was mixed with the crisp sound of bones cracking. Iron General let out a scream that was extremely shrill. Its huge body twisted and rolled wildly on the ground, but no matter how much it struggled, its lower body was like a puddle of mud, completely paralyzed.

At this moment, General Huang Feng and Tiger Head had just gotten up from the ground, shook the sand off their heads, and pounced again, baring their teeth.

With the most oppressive member, Fila, gone, the pressure on him lessened considerably. He took a half-step back to dodge the attack, then bent down and grabbed the hind leg of the still-growing Iron General on the ground, using it as a shield to throw it directly at the Tosa Inu, Yellow Wind General.