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Facing these two tibetan mastiff that looked very similar to a good girl, Yan Ruize's eyes did not contain a single trace of emotion. I thought that Yan Ruize would feel sad to see these two godlike tibetan mastiff, but I was wrong. Yan Ruize coldly said: "Not even half as good, trash."

I can see the despise in Yan Ruize's eyes very clearly. Yan Ruize is a person who really knows how to play with dogs, so it's not an exaggeration to say that just with a glance, Yan Ruize can determine a dog's temperament and preferences. Yan Ruize had an astonishing talent in this area, so all the fighting dog he trained with were brave and fierce. In the field of fighting dog, Yan Ruize could be considered famous, and was considered a recognized master. The cubs that could be bought from Yan Ruize were much more excellent and had much more potential than those that were bred in other places. Therefore, Yan Ruize's Yan's Pet was not only limited to a pet store, it was also a trading ground, because the dog farm was a private place, so not many people could enter or leave it, let alone watch the training process from the dog farm.

I don't understand the market price of fighting dog, but there are always some clues that I can speculate that a fighting dog is at least half a year's worth of income from the normal management of Yan's Pet. The dog market on the surface was Yan Ruize's monopoly, but the fighting dog market in the shadows was much more turbulent than the market on the surface. And this Boss Huang was also in the fighting dog business, so he could be considered the number one person below Yan Ruize. However, there was always a Yan Ruize on his head, so naturally, Boss Huang was furious. Everyone in the industry knew about the conflict between the two of them, but they had to participate in dog fighting or competitions.

It was not the first time Boss Huang organized a dog fighting event, and it was not the first time Yan Ruize was invited. He obviously didn't like Yan Ruize, but he admired Yan Ruize's methods as well. Every time he invited his, he would beat around the bush, and after meeting his, he would mock and ridicule his. Yan Ruize seemed to be used to the Boss Huang's style, so he was not angry with them. It was just that the difference between these two tibetan mastiff and his beloved dog was like heaven and earth. This was also the reason why Yan Ruize was angry.

Yan Ruize said: "Boss Huang is also a good dog trainer, it's a pity that he can't change his temper even when he's young. The way you look at a dog is too bad. This tibetan mastiff can even defeat heroes! "

There was a master of the tibetan mastiff in the crowd, upon hearing Yan Ruize's words, his face immediately flushed red, but he did not say anything in the end.

Boss Huang, who was not far from Gu Xichen, was introducing his dog to him, so naturally, when he heard Yan Ruize's loud voice, he was angered to the point that his mustache flew around, following him over. He pointed at the tibetan mastiff and said: "This is a tibetan mastiff, a Brazilian mastiff can compare to it!"

When the master of a tibetan mastiff heard Boss Huang say this, he immediately straightened his back and became more confident in his own tibetan mastiff's strength. However, the look on the Hero's face was still serious. After all, all the fighting dog trained by Yan Ruize were ferocious.

Yan Ruize scoffed at him, "Boss Huang, you're old. You can't doubt the way I treat dogs."

Boss Huang laughed out loud: "I don't know about you Boss Yan, I'm just protecting my own dog. If you don't believe we can meet on the stage, let's gamble! I bet on this tibetan mastiff to win! "

Yan Ruize raised his eyebrows with a haughty expression. "I will suppress heroes!"

Therefore, the gambling for the day before the competition began. The people directly placed the bet, and many people followed to place their bets. In that moment, the tibetan mastiff and the mastiff fought to a draw, with almost everyone placing their bets. The name of the two fighting dog s and their master's name were written on the board. In the empty space, other people had placed their bets on them and many small black dots were stuck on them. I couldn't understand what they meant at all. He only knew that the black dots on both sides were about the same.

Soon, the stage for the competition was set up. All the big bosses in the audience had also taken their seats. The waiter brought several large boxes of beer. Each seat was filled with side dishes. Everyone opened their bottles and started to drink. The atmosphere was extremely heated. Every expert who was boasting a bottle was applauded enthusiastically. With the guidance of the crowd, everyone naturally began to shout out loud. On the stage, the matches that were about to begin had been decided. Banners were hung one after the other on the bulletin board. The iron cages were pushed onto the stage, showing the high and mighty postures of each fighting dog. Very quickly, every card was filled with bets, with many black spots stuck on them. Yan Ruize also placed his bets.

Yan Ruize turned to look at Gu Xichen. "You're not betting?"

Gu Xichen said with a bitter face: "It's difficult, I can't even look at the dog's eyes properly, I'm afraid I can't bet two on the money."

"Hahaha, this was originally a gamble. If you want to play with dogs, you have to train a pair of Fiery Eyes of Truth. Otherwise, you'll lose money just by training them." Yan Ruize raised the bottle of wine and waved at Gu Xichen.

Gu Xichen immediately picked up the bottle and toasted with it. After hesitating for a long time, he called over the waiter and placed his bet.

The bets here were usually closed, so all bets were made in the same currency. Only under special machines would one be able to identify the bets, which also prevented the people who bet on them from following them here. There was a reason why the bets of Yan Ruize and the Boss Huang were publicly announced. Firstly, Yan Ruize and Boss Huang were both experts in the fighting dog world, so their eyes were on the top. Secondly, Yan Ruize had a slightly higher prestige than Boss Huang. However, tibetan mastiff was ranked fifth in the world, and the mastiff was ranked sixth. Although the difference wasn't too great, it also meant that the genes and potential of the two fighting dog represented the true combat strength of the two dogs.

As I said before, rankings represent the innate conditions of fighting dog, but more importantly, the day after tomorrow's training, it depends on whether a trainer can fully unleash the potential of the fighting dog.

Third, these two tibetan mastiff had different masters, and the two dogs were very impressive as well. It could be seen that their master had spent a lot of effort on them. In addition, Yan Ruize was challenging two tibetan mastiff. Only by winning two would it be considered a real victory, which was why the outcome of the bet was even more complicated.

With so many factors leading to this fair game, he could make a public bet.

Soon, the match began. The master and trainer went up the stage with their beloved dogs. Both sides sized each other up, waiting for the referee's order before starting to act. The trainer patted on the fighting dog's neck, causing it to quickly become excited, so that it could enter a state of fighting as soon as possible.

The crowd in the audience was cheering for the fighting dog that had placed their bets on them! Sweat and hot blood sprayed from the bottle. Everyone had a bloodthirsty smile on their face, and their ferocious faces almost replaced the fighting dog s that were biting each other on the stage. This kind of visual and auditory stimulation made the group of bosses feel their blood boil as they continuously yelled, "Bite it, neck!"

"Fuck it, why don't you bite!"

The whole floor was filled with shouts of bites and barks, and the smell of beer and cigarettes mingled with the smell of blood was on the tip of my nose. Facing this kind of situation, I no longer felt scared, nor did I feel the urge to vomit. Unknowingly, I had also gotten used to this kind of scene. I no longer felt afraid. I was afraid of my own transformation. I wanted to be strong, to be part of this society, this dark ugliness, but I didn't want to be as ruthless and cruel as these people.

I closed my eyes and quietly listened to the fighting dog's low roars and the crowd's clamor. I didn't look at everyone's ferocious expressions or the fighting dog's hoarse voice that sounded like they were ready to fight. I was thinking back, thinking back to the memory of the quiet and peaceful Wizard of Oz. But I found I couldn't do it, couldn't ignore the blood-boiling sound, and all the noise grew clearer in my ears.

I felt someone grab onto my shoulder. I opened my eyes and collided with Yan Ruize's gaze.

Yan Ruize's eyes were as calm as water; they were completely devoid of the craziness from excitement just now. I heard his unique, low, seductive voice: "Don't be fooled by appearances. If you want to be strong, learn to wear all the masks. But make sure you can take them off."

I looked at his face in a daze. I didn't know how to explain it, but at the next moment, tears started streaming down my face. I wiped away my tears. I was at a loss as to why I was crying.

"Being confused is a stage that you have to go through. Guo Xueying, if you can't make it through, then prepare to be your lifelong mistress." Yan Ruize did not say anything unnecessary, his gaze returned to the competition grounds, following the boiling crowd as they screamed.