Chapter 97

Yuxuan Hao brought Hei Hu back to the private room and was carefully examining his injuries when a knock came from outside the room. After getting a nod from Yuxuan Hao, his bodyguard went over to open the door.

The person who came in was someone Su Zhe recognized—it was Zheng Yan, who had tried to trick Su Zhe at the Yuxin Gemstone Hall but ended up losing 30 million yuan to Su Zhe instead.

Behind Zheng Yan was a man in his forties, with a sallow complexion, a sharp nose, and hawk-like eyes. His eyebrows were thin and uneven, and his thin lips and triangular eyes often revealed a cruel expression.

In addition, two large men followed behind Zheng Yan, dressed in a way that suggested they were his bodyguards.

"Brother Yu, that's not right. You came here to play but didn't even give me a heads-up so I could properly entertain you. If this gets out, won't people laugh at me for being a poor host?" Zheng Yan said enthusiastically as soon as he entered.

If Su Zhe hadn't seen Yuxuan Hao's expression change when Zheng Yan and his group entered the room, he might have thought that Yuxuan Hao and Zheng Yan had a good relationship. From Yuxuan Hao's expression, it was clear that there was a history of conflict between them.

"I just came to play casually, no need to trouble you," Yuxuan Hao said coldly. Although he didn't show it on his face, anyone with eyes could see the tension between him and Zheng Yan.

It was only then that Zheng Yan noticed Su Zhe's presence. His smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Su, you're here too. What a coincidence. It's been about half a month since we last met, hasn't it?"

Zheng Yan acted as if he was very familiar with Su Zhe, and he seemed to have forgotten about the 30 million yuan Su Zhe had won from him and the embarrassment it caused. Su Zhe smiled in response.

"Brother Yu, you're not still holding a grudge over what happened last time, are you?" Zheng Yan continued.

"What do you mean by that?" Yuxuan Hao's face instantly turned sour.

"Don't be angry, I was just joking. Hey, this Tibetan Mastiff looks a lot like the one from before. Could they be brothers?" Zheng Yan pointed at the fiercely glaring Hei Hu and said, "Since I've brought Brother Zhang here today, how about we have another match?"

"How do you want to do it?" Yuxuan Hao asked. He had come to the ZY Club specifically to find an opportunity to challenge Zheng Yan again.

"Same as last time, each of us puts up one dog. The stakes are ten million yuan."

"Fine, no problem."

"Brother Zhang, today your fighting dog will have a good match with Brother Yu. Brother Yu's Tibetan Mastiff is very famous, a purebred one," Zheng Yan turned to the middle-aged man and said.

"This can be called a Tibetan Mastiff? At best, it's just a decent Tibetan dog," Zhang Wu said disdainfully after glancing at Hei Hu. "If it's a fight to the death, I might let my Tibetan Mastiff fight it."

Hearing this, Yuxuan Hao's face turned even darker. He clenched his fists, barely restraining his anger, and said, "Fine, a fight to the death."

"Then I'll go prepare." Zheng Yan left the room with his group.

After Zheng Yan left, Yuxuan Hao squatted down, stroked Hei Hu's head, and said softly, "Hei Hu, you must win this time, no losing, understand?"

Yuxuan Hao then told Su Zhe about his history with Zheng Yan. The Yu and Zheng families had a long-standing rivalry, often competing openly and secretly, though they hadn't yet come to open conflict. Yuxuan Hao and Zheng Yan, as the most representative young members of their respective families, were both outstanding and promising successors, and they had been competing since childhood, always trying to outdo each other.

Moreover, Yuxuan Hao had a strong dislike for Zheng Yan's character. "Smiling on the outside, but a knife on the inside" was the best way to describe Zheng Yan.

Before this, Yuxuan Hao had another dog besides Hei Hu, a brother of Hei Hu's, named Hei Long.

Yuxuan Hao and Zheng Yan had a dog fight before, and Yuxuan Hao lost, resulting in Hei Long's death. If it had been a fair fight, Yuxuan Hao would have accepted the loss without a word. But Zheng Yan had used some underhanded tactics to win, which was why Yuxuan Hao had been harboring a grudge and their relationship had worsened.

Before sending Hei Hu to the fighting ring, Yuxuan Hao carefully examined Hei Hu's body again to ensure that the previous fight with the Mongolian Mastiff wouldn't affect Hei Hu's performance. Only then did he confidently send Hei Hu to the ring.

Soon, the dog that would fight Hei Hu was also brought in.

When Yuxuan Hao saw Hei Hu's opponent, his face changed. The opponent looked terrifying.

Hei Hu was already a large dog, but compared to his opponent, he seemed small.

Yuxuan Hao quickly opened a website to check the information on Hei Hu's opponent.

Tibetan Mastiff (Ghost King), shoulder height about 78 cm, weight 69 kg, no previous competition record.

Yuxuan Hao also saw the name of the breeder of this Tibetan Mastiff called Ghost King: Zhang Wu from Shandong.

Su Zhe noticed that Yuxuan Hao's face turned even darker when he saw this name.

Yuxuan Hao introduced Zhang Wu to Su Zhe. Zhang Wu owned the most famous Tibetan Mastiff breeding base in Shandong Province, specializing in training Tibetan Mastiffs into true fighting dogs. Every Tibetan Mastiff that came out of his breeding base was the most ferocious fighting dog, with extremely impressive combat power.

Most people familiar with fighting dogs had heard of Zhang Wu. His reputation in the community was poor, and many dog fighting enthusiasts despised him because of his bad character and the cruel methods he used to train Tibetan Mastiffs. To Zhang Wu, fighting dogs were just tools for profit, not living beings.

Puppies were raised together, with only one female Tibetan Mastiff to feed them. However, Zhang Wu usually raised ten puppies at a time, so the female's milk was often insufficient.

These newborn puppies had to learn to fight for food, and those who lost the fight would go hungry.

To ensure the puppies were aggressive from a young age, Zhang Wu often fed them the blood of various animals. This made the puppies much more ferocious than ordinary Tibetan Mastiffs.

When the puppies started to grow teeth and could eat other foods, Zhang Wu began feeding them bloody raw meat. He still didn't provide enough food, so the ten puppies had to fight for food, struggling to survive.