Real Business
Editor: Exodus Tales
With his keen eyes, Tang Xiu could tell that the big yellow dog had been drugged. Given its current condition, let alone fighting against the charging ferocious fighting dog, even a small Pekingese could kill it.
"Let's go, guys!"
Tang Xiu patted Yue Kai's shoulder and turned to walk towards the SUV. A dog fight gambling was nothing but a trivial thing that didn't interest him whatsoever, as meaningless as seeing a child pee on the mud.
Yuan Chuling was staring blankly at the big yellow dog who got bitten to death in the iron cage. Disbelief was evident in his eyes, for he never imagined that this gambling would conclude in such fashion.
"3 million!"
Han Sen, who was surrounded by more than ten youths, went toward Yuan Chuling and hooked his finger. He complacently looked gloatingly at Yuan Chuling, as though he was looking at a clown.