Chapter 100

"Useless thing, forget it, I won't let it fight in the arena either, to avoid disgracing me."

Looking at his beloved dog, Wu Bing felt somewhat helpless. This dog had cost him over 30,000 yuan, bought from a professional dog trainer abroad, and was said to be the purest breed of Pit Bull.

When he first bought it, Wu Bing almost took the Pit Bull everywhere. Last year, when he was busy with a project, he brought it along. When Da Huang first arrived at the construction site, the two dogs met.

The Pit Bull was the first to provoke Da Huang, but unexpectedly, Da Huang, who didn't make a sound, directly bit its neck. If Xie Dazhi hadn't stopped it in time, the Pit Bull would have been dead.

For several days after that, the Pit Bull would tremble at the sight of Da Huang. Wu Bing, feeling helpless, had to take the dog back home and had it trained for more than half a year before bringing it out to see the big scene.

But Mr. Wu didn't expect that before even reaching the dog arena, the Pit Bull would be scared stiff by Da Huang. If he took it out, it would surely be a laughingstock.

Staring at Da Huang, who was almost as tall as Qin Feng's waist, Wu Bing said resentfully, "Grandma, are you a stray dog or a fighting dog?"

"Uncle Wu, I don't know either. I picked him up from the roadside back then..."

Qin Feng laughed. When he was a child, he and his sister couldn't even afford to eat properly, let alone have money to raise a dog. Da Huang was picked up by his sister from a garbage pile, already on the brink of death.

Qin Feng had raised Da Huang with millet porridge. Fortunately, there was a slaughterhouse not far from where he lived, with plenty of pig offal. Perhaps Da Huang's ferocity was related to eating raw meat when he was young.

"Alright, let's go. Cockfight in the morning, dogfight in the afternoon, let's go early."

Wu Bing got into his car, rolled down the window, and said, "Let Da Huang ride with Old Xie. If Da Huang were a few years younger, he might have become the king of dogs."

"I wouldn't bear to use Da Huang to make money."

Qin Feng smiled, letting Xie Xuan get into Wu Bing's car, while he sat in the passenger seat of Xie Dazhi's car. Da Huang was quite large, so no one could sit in the back after he got in.

Chang Xiangfeng's dog arena was not in the city but at the intersection with Lang City, about an hour and a half drive from the city center.

The road was lined with poplar trees, and the fields on both sides were full of crops. The heavy wheat ears had already grown, and the scenery was green and beautiful.

About a few hundred meters from Lang City, the car turned onto a small road between the fields. After driving about a kilometer, a building surrounded by walls with a few houses in the middle appeared.

In the middle of the road, there was a large iron gate with a gold edge and two lion heads in the center, looking very grand.

When the car arrived at the gate, it opened automatically. A young man in a suit stood there, waving to Wu Bing's car.

Seeing the man, Wu Bing put the car in neutral, took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, and offered one to the man, saying politely, "Biaozi, why are you personally here to greet guests?"

Although not a gangster, Wu Bing knew that this young man had a deep relationship with Old Chang Si, and the old gangsters in Tianjin were very respectful to him. Despite his youth, Wu Bing didn't dare to be arrogant.

"Many people came today, so I'm helping Siye greet guests."

Taking the cigarette from Wu Bing, Fei Wanbiao smiled, "Brother Wu, it's been a while since you came to play. Oh, you even brought a dog today? I'll definitely bet on you later..."

"Cough, I've been so busy lately that I haven't slept in my bed. I finally have some free time today to come and play."

Wu Bing leaned out of the window, pointing to Xie Dazhi's car behind him, and said, "Biaozi, my friend, there are four of us in total. Is that against the rules?"

Before Chang Xiangfeng retired, his dog arena operated on a membership system. Even if members didn't come to play, they had to pay an annual fee of 100,000 yuan, which was more expensive than some golf courses in Beijing.

After Chang Xiangfeng handed over most of his business, only those who had VIP cards could participate in the weekly cockfights and dogfights.

Some others were invited by Chang Xiangfeng. Those who could enter the estate were truly wealthy and influential people in the Beijing-Tianjin region.

"Brother Wu, what are you saying? Your friends are welcome, no matter how many more there are. Just go in!"

A Biao was very good at socializing, and his voice was loud enough for Xie Dazhi, Qin Feng, and the others to hear. Wu Bing felt honored and smiled, honking the horn and driving in.

Chang Xiangfeng's estate was on land bought from a nearby village, covering nearly 100 acres, about 70,000 square meters in total.

At the entrance was a horse stable, with a row of clean stables. Beyond the stables was a row of townhouses, with the main building being Chang Xiangfeng's residence.

In front of the townhouses was a large parking lot, already filled with various vehicles. Wu Bing's Jeep Grand Cherokee was one of the better ones, but Xie Dazhi's Toyota Camry looked quite ordinary.

"Sir, all the dogs must be taken to the dog arena. You can go inside to rest. Siye has prepared fruits and tea for everyone..."

As soon as they parked, a young man came up, speaking politely but with a hint of arrogance, clearly not as experienced as A Biao.

"Alright, lead us there."

With Wu Bing's status, he wouldn't argue with the young man. He agreed and turned to Qin Feng, who had just gotten out of the car, and said, "Qin, put Da Huang in the dog arena first. We still have to wait about half an hour before the cockfight starts, and the dogfight is in the afternoon..."

"Put him in the dog arena?"

Qin Feng was taken aback and then shook his head, saying, "Uncle Wu, Da Huang can't be put with those dogs. Besides, I just brought him for a walk, not to participate in the dogfight."

"Hey, brother, all the guests today are important. What if your dog bites someone?"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, the young man sneered, "Your stray dog? Participating in the dogfight would be suicide. Haven't you seen that all the dogs here are fighting dogs?"

Apart from its large size, Da Huang didn't look impressive, similar to the stray dogs in the countryside, with a yellow coat. Otherwise, Qin Feng wouldn't have named him Da Huang.

While they were talking, another off-road vehicle with a Beijing license plate arrived and parked about ten meters away from Qin Feng and the others.

Two men and a woman got out of the car, all in their early twenties, and a large dog almost 70 cm tall with a bear-like face and a fierce appearance.

"Mr. Cai, you're here. Oh, this dog is a Russian Picasso, so impressive!"

Seeing the newcomers, the young man hurriedly greeted them. He seemed to know the man with the dog and was much more respectful than to Wu Bing and the others, almost offering to help with the dog.

"Hey, Brother Wu, he's new and doesn't know you. Don't be angry, go inside for a drink."

Just as Wu Bing was about to get angry, a middle-aged man noticed what was happening in the parking lot and quickly walked over, glaring at the young man and saying, "Liu Zi, how many times have I told you? All guests are welcome. Are you blind?"

"Uncle Yun, I... I was just greeting others," Liu Zi, the young man, turned red and mumbled, "You can see that their dog isn't here for the dogfight."

"Still talking back? I think you're asking for it."

How many of the people who mixed with Siye had a good temper? The middle-aged man, hearing Liu Zi's backtalk, kicked him. These young people who had just entered the underworld thought Siye was everything?

Although Wu Bing was usually low-key, he was a prominent figure in Tianjin, especially in the construction industry. Most of the high-end residential areas developed in Tianjin in recent years were his projects.

So the people who came today were all influential in the Beijing-Tianjin region, each with a background. Liu Zi's behavior might have offended Siye without even knowing why.

"Old Yun, forget it, he's just a young man."

Wu Bing recognized the middle-aged man and waved his hand, saying, "My young friend isn't participating in the dogfight. He just brought his dog for a walk. Old Yun, can you let it stay out of the dog arena?"

Although Wu Bing didn't know Qin Feng's background, he was very loyal. Xie Dazhi's junior was his junior, and since Qin Feng didn't want to put the dog in the arena, he had to speak up.

Hearing Wu Bing's words, Old Yun looked a bit hesitant and said, "Brother Wu, you know, there are many people today. What if it hurts someone..."

Old Yun had always managed the dogfight business for Siye. He knew these dogs were extremely aggressive and could even bite their owners. The guests in the estate were all important, and if anything happened, he couldn't bear the responsibility.

"Hey, Old Yun, I said this dog is here for the dogfight?"

As they were talking, the three people from the off-road vehicle also came over. The young man with the woman glanced at Da Huang and sneered, "Brother, you brought this stray dog? Aren't you afraid of losing face?"

Although he used the respectful "you," it was just a Beijing habit. His face showed no respect for Qin Feng, almost calling him a "country bumpkin"—

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