Two dogs quickly began to tear at each other.
The fight seemed somewhat evenly matched.
The yellow dog's combat experience was clearly rough, merely using its strength to savagely bite and ram the opponent.
The gray dog, however, was very seasoned. It appeared to be biting wildly as if its life depended on it.
But Song Qiao could easily gauge the force of its bites.
After its teeth made contact with the opponent's, it would usually release instantly, never truly latching on and refusing to let go.
The gray dog's actions were exactly as Song Qiao had guessed: it was conserving its strength!
Only when it found an opportunity and targeted a crucial spot would it truly sink its teeth in for the kill!
Barely two minutes into the match, dog fur was already flying everywhere.
Some of it was stained with blood, a gruesome sight.
"Ao, ao, ao..."
Suddenly, a sharp, piteous howl echoed.
This was followed by the excited cheers of the crowd.
"Good one! That bite really hit the mark!"
"Well done!"
"That yellow dog is probably just running for its life now!"
Listening to the surrounding cheers, Jiang Rou's heart plummeted to the bottom of her stomach.
She felt as if the sky had darkened and was about to collapse.
The yellow dog Song Qiao had bet 300 million on had its front leg seized by the gray dog!
Flesh and skin were torn by the gray dog's sharp teeth.
The entire right front leg was a bloody mess, the wounds deep enough to see bone!
"It's over, completely over..."
If Song Qiao lost, her money would never be recovered.
Jiang Rou cast a resentful glance at Song Qiao, inwardly cursing why she had asked him for help.
He was utterly unreliable!
The people around also looked at Song Qiao with amusement, sighing for his misfortune.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the kid is still too young."
"With its front leg bitten like that, it has no chance to counterattack and can only be beaten passively!"
"And that gray dog is so experienced, it's adept at handling an advantage like this."
"This match is a sure win!"
While the crowd was already celebrating, Song Qiao remained unfazed.
It was because blood had been drawn!
Blood could ignite the primal instincts of living creatures, making them completely lose reason!
When reason was lost, experience and techniques became irrelevant.
It all came down to the most brutal and direct method, which was strength, as Song Qiao had said!
This was true even for humans, let alone these two ferocious and unintelligent beasts.
Song Qiao could clearly sense the adrenaline surging through both Mastiffs, their eyes turning crimson.
Tufts of fur bristled on their bodies, and the size of the two giant dogs seemed to quickly increase by a whole ring!
"Woo, woo, woo..."
A low whimper was heard.
Despite the severe injury to its front leg, the yellow dog seemed completely unfazed!
It stood firm on all four limbs, baring its sharp canine teeth at the gray dog.
Foul saliva dripped incessantly from the gray dog's mouth. In response to the yellow dog's challenge, it let out a similar low whimper.
Its hind legs dug into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
Suddenly!
Their massive bodies coiled like springs, and they lunged at each other!
"Won," Song Qiao muttered with a slight smile, his expression one of confident control.
If it were earlier, the gray dog would have ignored the provocation.
Because the yellow dog was in an explosive phase, if it could weather this, the gray dog would have definitely won!
But now, as Song Qiao had predicted, its accumulated experience as a veteran had been completely cast aside!
The fight continued!
With a "bang!"
A fierce collision erupted in the arena!
The two giant dogs, weighing a combined 200 kilograms, crashed into each other at speeds incomprehensible to ordinary people!
The tremendous impact sound was no less than that of an ordinary car accident.
After this collision, the onlookers were stunned.
Because although the black dog attacked ferociously, it was sent flying!
While the yellow dog's front leg was injured, its stance remained perfectly stable!
Its four limbs were firmly planted, showing remarkable stability!
"Damn it!" The Third Mistress's face in the private room instantly turned grim.
She slammed her slender hand onto the coffee table beside her, sending half a cup of coffee splashing out.
The Third Mistress paid no mind to the stain on herself.
Pointing at the yellow dog on the big screen, still exuding an imposing presence, she sternly ordered her subordinate.
"Tonight's dinner! Prepare it once the match is over!"
Her subordinate replied with a troubled expression, "Boss, according to our rules..."
"It deserves the honor of a winner. You set that rule yourself."
"Crack!"
The Third Mistress clenched her delicate fists, her knuckles cracking.
Even though she had set the rule, this yellow dog had caused her to lose terribly!
With odds of 1.8, usually, even an upset wouldn't result in such a significant loss.
And in a dogfight arena, wins and losses were normal; a loss today could be recouped tomorrow.
This cycle meant she profited more than she lost.
If gamblers were always destined to lose, how long would people continue to patronize the place?
But she had never expected Jiang Rou to bring 300 million to bet!
While it wasn't an amount she couldn't afford, this was the worst loss her dog fighting venue had ever experienced!
How could she not be enraged?
With difficulty, she suppressed the anger in her chest and waved her hand dismissively.
"Forget it. Bandage its wounds. We still need it to make money."
"Jiang Rou... Hmph!"
As she spoke, the Third Mistress's expression stiffened, her facial muscles twitching slightly.
Her voice, as if squeezed from her throat, sounded unpleasant.
"Do you think using this method will force me to meet you?"
Her subordinate appeared hesitant.
If you had just returned the money earlier, wouldn't that have been enough?
Not only did she lose over 200 million, but she still hadn't repaid the debt.
He dared not voice these thoughts, but his hesitation was evident.
The subordinate bowed and asked, "Boss, what should we do now?"
"Should I ask them to leave?"
"Ask them to leave? Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?"
The Third Mistress roared in anger, picking up a cup from the table and smashing it fiercely onto his head.
She cursed, "They won my money and you want to send them away without returning it?"
"Mercy! Mercy, boss!"
The subordinate, his head bleeding, still prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
He cried out, begging for mercy from the Third Mistress.
The Third Mistress looked down at him, her eyes turning chillingly cold.
"What dog is being brought out for the next match?"
The subordinate, trembling on the ground, replied.
"Reporting to boss, it's Da Niu!"