Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1018 - 538 Mercedes Benz S600 Watching a Dog Fight_2

Chapter 1018: Chapter 538 Mercedes Benz S600 Watching a Dog Fight_2

In fact, this was a small mine that had been shut down. Once the mine closed, nearby buildings such as workshops became abandoned. Now, it’s like people are making use of waste.

Yan Fei and Heizi had not even stepped out of the car when they were already stunned by the luxury cars here—how could you tell they were good or not, in any case, there were all kinds of styles, far better looking than the uniformly monotonous sedans they had seen in Tanghe County.

Chen Yingjun parked the car well, disregarded Changhe and Er Bao who were there to greet him, and jogged over, even wanting to open the door for Yan Fei. Unfortunately, Yan Fei had already gotten out on his own and was now opening the trunk to get his money bag.

He was taken aback for a moment before coming forward and saying, "There’s a dog fight tonight, and Black Lion will make a late appearance—it’s the final, headlining match. After the fight, I’ll start the auction. I’ve notified everyone in the circle, so just bid when it’s time. Then I’ll hand Black Lion over to you, and you can leave quickly to avoid being pestered by those people."

Yan Fei nodded, carrying his bag of money and following him inside.

The venue, originally a re-purposed waste, looked particularly worn out under the illumination of several big lights. The people inside and the venue were definitely mismatched. Regardless of gender, everyone was dressed in flashy clothes, some even in bizarre outfits, and a few could even be described as wildly unconventional.

Near the venue, there were a few small tables, some for the referees, and a few others who seemed to be of quite unusual status, sitting at the tables with wine and snacks laid out—undeniably, when it came to style, Boss Yan really did not match up, not by a small margin.

A protective barrier had been erected in the center of the venue, clearly these people were not fools—dog fighting is thrilling, but if a dog went mad, they would probably not be able to withstand the ’excitement’.

Chen Yingjun led the two to a corner, then hurried off to greet other people—this venue was a joint venture of his, but after today, once Yan Fei took Black Lion away, he’d probably completely withdraw. Even if he returned, it would likely be as a spectator.

Naturally, dog fighting wasn’t just about watching two dogs bite each other; betting was also involved. Most of the spectators could participate in betting.

The first match featured two heavyweight dogs. According to the announcer, one was a Caucasus and the other was called Dugao. Anyway, they both looked handsome and fierce, perfect for starting the show.

The two dogs were led in, and the first round of betting began.

After the betting ended, the announcer then began to introduce the dogs’ track records. After the introduction came the second round of betting.

Yan Fei thought that this trick was definitely Chen Yingjun’s doing—way too deceptive.

As you can imagine, if you didn’t do your research beforehand, the first round of betting was all about judging by appearance. But how many of these people really had that discerning eye? Most likely, they just bet on whichever dog they liked the look of.

After betting, once you heard the announcer introduce the dogs’ records, you would certainly regret your choices.

So then, you could place bets in the second round, and definitely more than in the first. Because if you don’t, the money lost in the first round, if you win less in the second, isn’t that the same as not winning at all?

All these people cared about face, and even if they didn’t mind losing a little money, who didn’t want to win?

But in reality, with the dogs competing, their condition, and various accidents and so on, you really couldn’t tell who would win until the final results. In the end, the banker often earned the most, and most people just went along for the sheer fun.

"Brother Fei, aren’t you going to bet?" Seeing Yan Fei sitting calmly without any intention of moving, Heizi started to feel itchy.

Don’t forget, before this guy straightened out, he was a notorious gambler. Although he has long since corrected that habit, like a person who’s quit drinking, no matter how much they abstain, when faced with good wine, having a few drinks is inevitable.

Yan Fei thought about the shock this guy had received today, reached into the bag, and pulled out a wad of cash for him, "Go have fun! If you lose it all, that’s it, if you win it’s yours, if you lose it’s on me, it’s up to your own judgment now."

Heizi was so shocked he didn’t dare to take it, "Brother Fei, isn’t this too much? I’ve got my own money, let’s bet a little less. Just throwing in three or two hundred for fun, it’s all about the participation, right?"

Luckily, the corner where the two was relatively secluded, and with the venue full of shouting and noisy dogs, otherwise if others heard him, they would probably laugh at the country bumpkin for being poor, and then Boss Yan would pull out a pack of cash to slap them in the face...

A bunch of people driving cars he had hardly ever seen, venturing to this desolate countryside to play dog fights, betting three or two hundred? Do they think everyone is just worried about the car getting ruined, needing to take it out for a spin from time to time?

A bet of three or two hundred, even if you win, how much more could it be? Would it be enough to cover the fuel cost?

Before Yan Fei could speak up, the announcer’s voice rang out into the microphone, followed by his somewhat exaggerated voice on the speakers, "For today’s first match, Young Master Yang bet one million, everyone give him thanks for bringing us a good start to the event!"

The applause wasn’t enthusiastic, obviously, there were still some people who looked disdainful.

And sure enough, another voice followed suit, "I’ll also go for one million, just consider it a little less pocket money for this month!"