The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

There are many cars parked in the parking lot, of all kinds, including many luxury cars.

Ma Shan originally thought it was an underground dog fighting arena, and the Porsche he drove was enough for the crowd.

But if you stop here, it is not enough to compare with the Rolls-Royce and Bugatti Veyron next to it.

"Hey, isn't this place selling smuggled cars?" Ma Shan said.

"Ma Shan, you don't have much experience. Don't underestimate this place. Big bosses from Qiantang and Shenzhou often come here to play."

Huang San was not without pride, as if he opened the business.

"This Rolls-Royce belongs to Boss Zhou from Wuzhou. He has raised a purebred Tibetan Mastiff and has been playing here for several days. If it wasn't for him, Caitou wouldn't be in the dog farm every day."

Li Muchen said "Oh", pretending to ask casually: "Who is Caitou?"

"Cai Tou is the boss of this business."

"It's not an ordinary person who can open such a place, right?"

"That is, who is Caitou? He is a person with hands and eyes."

Huang San gave a thumbs up, and suddenly remembered that Mr. Li in front of him was the son-in-law of the Lin family, so he smiled embarrassingly.

"Of course, compared to your Lin family, it's a bit worse. But in the rivers and lakes of our Hecheng, Caitou can be regarded as a famous figure."

"Are you familiar with Caitou?"

"That's right, buddy!" Huang San shook his hair.

Li Muchen pointed to a Bugatti Veyron with a Shenzhou license plate nearby and asked, "Whose car is this?"

Huang San shook his head: "I really don't know about this, I haven't seen it before, so I guess it's a new customer."

Not far from the parking lot is a large factory building.

There are two security guards at the gate.

Huang San knew them very well, so he went in after saying hello.

"There are security guards for dog fighting?" Ma Shan asked curiously.

"Hey, they're the ones who charge the tickets. If something really happens in the dog park, they won't be able to stop it." Huang San said.

"Are you still buying tickets here?"

"One hundred per person, but you are my guests, the tickets are waived, I treat you."

The inside of the factory building was converted into a dog fighting arena.

A three-meter-square field was surrounded by iron railings, and two dogs were biting each other inside.

On the periphery are terraced stands, which can accommodate hundreds of people.

There were a lot of people at the scene, and about one-third of the seats were taken.

The factory building is also equipped with air conditioning, but because of the large space and the large number of people, it is still very hot.

Many people were shirtless and cheered hard for the dogs on the field.

Huang San led them to squeeze inside and found a comfortable place.

The two dogs on the field were still biting, their bodies were covered in blood, and it was unknown which one it belonged to.

After watching for a while, the black dog bit the yellow dog's neck tightly.

The yellow dog struggled desperately at first, but after a few minutes, he lost his strength.

The black dog began to bite, trying to tear the yellow dog's neck open.

There was a man by the fence with an anxious expression on his face, and he yelled, "Let go! I surrender!"

I heard a burst of boos from the people around me.

Someone brought a high-pressure water gun, sprayed water on the dogs, and separated the two dogs.

The man who shouted to admit defeat walked in dejectedly, pulled up the dying dog, and walked out.

The winning dog was also bruised, and the owner of the dog rushed in with joy, waving to the audience around him.

Someone came up with a tray.

There was a pile of money on the tray, and a medal.

A middle-aged man in his forties came over, hung the medal around the dog's neck, and gave the money to the dog's owner.

There was thunderous applause and cheers at the scene.

Gouzi sat there with a dazed expression, apparently not knowing what happened, but just lowered his head to lick the wound.

Its owner looked very excited, holding the money and shaking his fist vigorously a few times.

After they went down, the cleaning crew came and started cleaning the place.

Huang San took advantage of this gap to introduce the situation to Li Muchen.

There will be about five games in this venue every night, and there will be seven or eight games at most.

Dog owners from all over the world can sign up for the competition, and if they win, they can get a prize of 50,000 to 100,000 yuan.

Spectators buy tickets to enter and place bets on the spot.

Only cash is accepted, and you will be counted on the spot, and you will receive your hand card after registration.

Once the dogfight starts, buy it and leave it, waiting for the result.

Li Muchen looked in the direction Huang San pointed, there was a square gambling table surrounded by many people.

There are several piles of red banknotes on the table, and there are several banknote detectors.

The middle-aged man who came to the stage to present the award just now sat behind the table.

"Is that Caitou?" Li Muchen asked.

"No." Huang San said, "This is the outfield, and it's all small rounds, just for fun. Caitou should play in the infield with Boss Zhou from Wuzhou right now."

Ma Shan said angrily: "What the hell do you mean, kid, why don't you take us there?"

Huang San looked embarrassed: "Mr. Li is a stranger, and the court is full of distinguished guests..."

Before he finished speaking, Ma Shan grabbed him by the collar.

"Huang San, you know what to do with me!"

Li Muchen stretched out his hand to stop him, "Forget it, since people can't trust us, let's go. A small game worth tens of thousands of yuan is nothing to play."

Ma Shan found out that his brother was quite good at acting. What he said was really rich and powerful, just like the real son-in-law of the Lin family.

Huang San immediately put on a smiling face: "Mr. Li, don't be angry. Otherwise, you can play here first. I'll go and talk to Caitou."

Li Muchen nodded: "Alright."

"Then you sit down, I will come when I go."

Huang San left.

At this time, someone led two dogs up again.

A young woman came up holding a sign with the breed, name and weight of the dog written on it.

Someone shouted at the Fangtaizi: "The bet is placed, the bet is placed."

On-site staff began bathing the dog right next to the fence.

Ma Shan was very puzzled, "Why do you have to take a shower before fighting?"

Suddenly someone nearby said: "This is to prevent someone from applying medicine to the dog."

"Why do you apply the medicine? Poison?" Ma Shan asked.

The man said: "It's not about poisoning, but anesthesia is usually applied, so that the dog will not hurt when bitten, but when the other dog bites, its mouth will be numb and it will lose its fighting power."

Ma Shan suddenly realized: "Damn it, there are so many tricks in a dog fight."

The man laughed loudly: "The water in this line is also very deep."

Only then did Li Muchen notice a young man in his twenties sitting not far from them.

There were a lot of people before, and there were a few seats between them, but now they all went to the gaming table to place bets, so they didn't notice him.

The dogfighters who come here to watch dogfights are all vicious, with tattoos on their arms or backs.

But this person is very different, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he is gentle, which is very incompatible with the atmosphere of the dog farm.

Li Muchen looked at him, and he also looked at Li Muchen.

"Is this your first time in a place like this?" the man asked.

Li Muchen asked back: "Do you come here often?"

The man said: "It's not often, just play occasionally. This is the first time for me to come to this venue."

Li Muchen nodded: "See you are a gentleman, different from them."

The man smiled and said, "It's just a gentle scum."

Then he said, "You look very gentle."

"But I'm not a scum," Li Muchen said.

The man laughed out loud.

Li Muchen also laughed.

"You are very interesting. My name is Chen Wenxue. What do you call me?"

"Li Muchen."

"Mu Chen, bathe in the world of mortals, enjoy life, what a good name. Unlike me, whose name is literature, but who can't write half an article, tacky!"

Li Muchen did not expect to be able to express so many emotions when introducing a name.

It seems that this guy has a lot of resentment about his parentage.

Those who bet came back, and there was a gap between them, and it was inconvenient to talk, so Li Muchen didn't bother to talk anymore.

Unexpectedly, Chen Wenxue took the initiative to sit over.

"You don't play both hands?"

Ma Shan had already had itchy hands, and said, "I don't know what the rules are for betting here."

Chen Wenxue said: "Nothing special, just bet on whichever one you like to win, bet on one brick to start, capped at twenty bricks."

The so-called bricks refer to RMB, ten thousand and one stacks are called a brick.

Twenty bricks is two hundred thousand.

"But this round is a deathmatch." Chen Wenxue reminded.

"What do you mean?" Ma Shan asked.

Chen Wenxue explained: "As just now, the dog owner admits defeat and separates the dogs with a high-pressure water gun. This is called a live fight. If it is a death fight, one of the dogs must be killed. Some dogs don't look very vicious. , but they just can’t be bitten to death, and there are not a few who come back in the end.”

The two dogs have been washed clean by the staff, and the betting desk is urging again: "The game will be closed soon, if you want to bet, hurry up."

Ma Shan asked Li Muchen: "How about we have a little fun? Which one do you think can win?"

Li Muchen said: "The yellow one."

"Okay, then bet on yellow." Ma Shan said, "I'll make a bet, how much do you want to bet on?"

Li Muchen said casually: "Two hundred thousand."