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Chapter 1019 - 538 Mercedes Benz S600 Watching a Dog Fight_3

Chapter 1019: Chapter 538 Mercedes Benz S600 Watching a Dog Fight_3

Yan Fei thought there would be a fierce "dragon versus tiger" battle coming up, but to his surprise, the Young Master Yang, who had just been pointed out by the host, smiled faintly, picked up his glass of wine, nodded to another young man not far away, and then took a gentle sip before putting it down, his movements indescribably calm and composed.

Heizi had just taken out his money, and now, clutching the thin stack of bills, he couldn’t feel more awkward.

Seeing him look as pitiful as a bullied young wife at a loss whether to advance or retreat, Yan Fei chuckled and stuffed the money into his hand. "Go place the bet! Just throw in a casual thirty or twenty thousand, we’re here to have fun, don’t put yourself under so much pressure."

Heizi held the money, looking utterly befuddled: "Which dog should I bet on then?"

Yan Fei couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time: "You’ve been watching for such a long time and you still can’t tell which one to choose?"

"I do! I had my eye on that Caucasus, but didn’t they just say that the other one called Dugao is even more formidable? But someone has already placed a bet of one million!" The guy looked utterly bewildered. "Our money may be less, but it’s still tens of thousands! What if we lose?"

"Then just bet on the Caucasus. Go on, hurry! They’re about to start." Seeing him like that, Yan Fei just couldn’t bear to stress him out any further.

The kid had already been through enough shocks for the day; Yan Fei didn’t want him to end up with some disorder and then have to explain himself to the newborn baby waiting for him at home.

Heizi blindly worshiped Yan Fei, so at his word, he rushed off excitedly and placed his bet—keeping a low profile was a must as the amounts were relatively small anyway.

Before he could return to his spot, the dog owners in the arena had already unfastened the collars from their battle-hardened dogs. With experienced roars, the dogs charged into the middle of the arena and began testing and tussling with one another.

After Heizi came back, his face was a mask of anxiety: "Can we win? Can we win? It looks like the Caucasus isn’t in very good spirits, right?"

"Didn’t you figure that out yourself just now? It’s because the other dog is in even worse shape. It might look fierce, but it’s all show and no substance. Against such an opponent, of course, the Caucasus is going to be unenthusiastic, but it’s definitely got this win in the bag," Yan Fei said, annoyed.

And indeed, that was the case. After a few rounds of scuffles, the Dugao wilted, kept retreating, and eventually started simply running around the ring.

Boos erupted from the surrounding spectators, and there were even loud curses.

The owner of the Dugao approached the owner of the Caucasus, probably begging a few words, and then both owners started shouting together to end the anticlimactic fight.

The host quickly brought the owner of the Dugao up on stage to offer an explanation to the dissatisfied crowd—because he had earned extra money from selling breeding rights over the last few days, he had conceded the gambling money for this match.

Despite the noise and the complaints, the scene was always well-controlled.

Thinking about it, it made sense; as the saying goes, "a child from a wealthy family cannot sit in a hall of dust." Everyone was there to play, and at the end of the day, it would be their own lives that became difficult if anything serious happened.

With that bout over, the next was set to begin.

From then on, Yan Fei stopped offering strategies and let Heizi make his own judgments based on what he saw—although even if he did have good insight, it wouldn’t be of much use. Aside from the first surprising matchup, the rest of the fighting dogs were more or less at the same level, and many unpredictable factors could influence the outcome. It wasn’t something you could determine just by watching.

Heizi’s insight wasn’t bad, at least he had seen some really ferocious creatures before.

Like tigers, like black bears... and like those several wolves that had been low-key watching the greenhouse, they too had once hunted dinosaurs alongside tigers and bears. Most of the time, they played minor roles—not because they weren’t brave or didn’t put in the effort, but because they were constrained by their natural limitations. They were fine with smaller prey, but for the larger ones with thicker hides, their small, short fangs were hardly effective.

Each time bets were placed, the winners would calculate how much they had earned from the last round. Heizi was very cautious; every time he made some money, he would retrieve half of it—because if he didn’t, a single loss could wipe him out.

In short, he actively participated in this childish manner until it was finally the Black Lion’s turn to enter the ring, and to his utter delight, he had earned nearly a hundred thousand. He was so ecstatic he couldn’t close his mouth, grinning more fiercely than any of the dogs around the ring.

Yan Fei couldn’t help but want to laugh at him, but didn’t want to upset the guy, so he kept on drinking water—there was free bottled water provided for the bettors, all fetched by Heizi. He felt that not taking advantage of it would be a loss; after betting so much money and the house taking such a big cut, failing to drink extra water would be a real waste!

As he was drinking, the Black Lion entered the arena with its ’opponent,’ causing Yan Fei to become distracted and bite a chunk out of the bottle mouth.

The Black Lion’s opponent was a Native Wolf—according to the host’s introduction.

But no matter how Yan Fei looked at it, he couldn’t see an ounce of wolfishness in it, and the more he observed, the more he was convinced it was nothing but a dumb dog that couldn’t even qualify as a Native Dog—despite it having a somewhat wolflike appearance.

It truly was cluelessly bumbling. As soon as it was brought in, it began howling, struggling fiercely, but held back by a single hand of the young man behind it. Yet the howling tenacity managed to energize many in the audience, making them think the creature had an exceptional aura—compared to it, the silent Black Lion seemed especially dull and dense.

There were still some discerning onlookers though. Someone voiced their doubts: "Is this really a wolf? It doesn’t look like one at all. Why is it so small and thin?"

"It’s definitely a Native Wolf!" the host answered with an unquestionable tone. "So what if it’s small? Even elephants won’t dare to step on a small venomous snake. Even if this wolf is on the smaller side, it’s still a wolf, a carnivore that howls through the forests, not some dog raised at