After eating the burger, Han Tiancheng went to the arena in the center of the village to check out what was going on.
Nestor put on a gas mask, and even his eyes were protected by a transparent mask. Han Tiancheng felt that such an old butler was a bit strange, but he was too lazy to complain.
The old butler put away the picnic cloth very neatly. Before following the owner, he checked the car's safety lock again.
"Master, I brought a gun, don't you bring one? Someone should have fired on the north hillside just now."
The sound coming through the gas mask was muffled.
Han Tiancheng was holding a wine bottle in his left hand and his right hand was in the pocket of his police trousers.
"I haven't touched a gun in almost 10 years. This is District 12 of the Outer City. The "Clown Group" of the Ni'an Society and the "Gloomy Cloud Group" of the Night Dragon Society have been competing for territory, and guild vendettas are not uncommon. And I said, I didn’t want to live that long. "
Unable to persuade his master, Nestor had to be more vigilant about his surroundings and be ready to draw his gun at any time.
The setting sun makes the deserted village look like an American western, except that the passers-by are more miserable. After Han Tiancheng and the housekeeper approached the arena, two men who looked like security guards drove away the beggars who had gathered around them.
"Get out! It's not easy for the uncles from the inner city to come to watch the game. What if you guys are so dirty and smelly that they smoke them away? Just wait at the back door and I'll give you some plant puree to eat after the game!"
The beggars thanked him profusely and went to the back door with hunched waist to wait.
Another security guard turned to Han Tiancheng and the housekeeper, with a smile on his face: "Please come in, two guests! The game will start in half an hour, you can choose your seats and the players you support first! The other tickets are 50 yuan each, for two people 100!”
Han Tiancheng and Nestor looked at each other. Nestor had no intention of paying for the ticket for his master. That meant: the money for bullfighting gambling came from the 3,000 yuan!
With no other choice, Han Tiancheng had no choice but to take 100 yuan from his wallet and hand it to the security guard.
"Nestor, you owe me fifty."
"The master is joking. This money is not enough for a cup of coffee in the inner city. Let me make coffee for you another day."
The master and servant walked up the simple staircase to the arena auditorium. The two security guards looked at their backs from a distance and couldn't help but sneer.
"Hahaha, someone really got fooled! I asked someone to distribute flyers for the "Outer City Bullfighting Competition" in the inner city, and they were actually able to trick the audience! "
"Hehehehe! We must continue our efforts. No matter whether our village belongs to the "Clown Group" or the "Gloomy Cloud Group" in the future, the most important thing is to deceive people from outside the city for money! Did you hear that just now? 50 yuan is not enough to drink coffee in the inner city! "
The spectator stand was made of plastic plates, metal sheets and unknown garbage, bonded with strong glue. Before Han Tiancheng sat on it, he stretched out his hand to test whether it was strong.
"With this kind of quality, it's a VIP seat? When the mutated bull and the matador fight, the whole stand might collapse! I don't want to die in such a funny way."
There was almost no one at the VIP seats. Han Tiancheng chose a sturdy seat with a good view and asked the old housekeeper to sit down with him.
He regretted it as soon as he sat down.
"Look carefully...the bullfighting venue is only a quarter of the size of the inner city! How can the mutated bull perform so well?"
Han Tiancheng took out a wad of paper from the pocket of his police trousers and unfolded the crumpled advertising leaflet again.
The leaflets clearly read headlines such as: "Residential No. 49", "Bullfighting Warrior Grand Prix", "Cheap and Good", "Not Lose to the Inner City".
But with the last ray of sunset, Han Tiancheng opened his eyes wide and discovered the fishiness.
"Why are there so many small characters on the advertisement that I haven't seen before? Isn't it printed so small on purpose so that no one can see it?"
When you read those illegible small words together with the big headline, it becomes "A special competition not inferior to the Inner City Bullfighting Warriors Grand Prix."
"Assholes, false propaganda! If I hadn't resigned, I would have arrested you!"
Han Tiancheng was so angry that he almost threw the bottle of wine in his hand, but the old housekeeper persuaded him from the side.
"Sir, the small print can't be considered false propaganda. It would be difficult for such a desolate and poor small village to raise a mutated bull with a large appetite. Now that you are here, just take a look."
The muscles under Han Tiancheng's eyes twitched: "Nestor, you noticed something was wrong a long time ago, but didn't you remind me?"
Nestor shrugged innocently: "My eyes are so dim that I didn't even pay attention to the fine print, let alone me. Master, please don't fire me in a rage!"
Han Tiancheng didn't dare to fire Nestor, firstly because he couldn't let go emotionally, and secondly because if he dared to do so, Mu Yue would be able to sever the father-daughter relationship with him.
The host's harsh voice sounded from the loudspeaker of the arena:
"Attention, spectators! Because there are three inner-city VIPs coming to this game, prepare to start 10 minutes early! The "punter" will take the initiative to find you and introduce the betting rules and dog fighting warriors to you! There are also soft drinks and snacks for sale, all purchased from inner-city supermarkets to ensure cleanliness and hygiene! "
Han Tiancheng: "What is a bullfighting warrior? I came to see a bullfight, but there weren't even any bulls!?"
Two empty seats away from Han Tiancheng, a fat man with rosacea was also drinking non-stop. Although he was slovenly, judging from the quality of his clothes, he was from the inner city.
"Hiccup... This man, fighting dogs are also very beautiful! You will regret it if you leave in a hurry... Hiccup... Although I was deceived last time, I came here on my own initiative this time..."
Han Tiancheng frowned. Although he was often drunk, the smell of alcohol on others was indeed worse.
There was not much sunlight left in the evening, and four searchlights lit up one after another around the field, focusing the visual center on the center of the field.
Han Tiancheng's frown deepened: "Isn't this kind of overhead searchlight an internal product customized by the police department? How could it be sold to other cities?"
The fat man with rosacea laughed out loud: "Brother, you have such sharp eyes... hiccup... Isn't this District 12 of the Outer City? It is separated from District 12 of the Inner City by a wall, which is very convenient for smuggling... Hiccup... The Sheriff of District 12 of the Inner City is greedy and lustful. It's easy to bribe..."
Han Tiancheng stood up with red eyes. He didn't want the wine bottle. He grabbed the clothes of the fat man with rosacea with both hands: "How dare you talk about my daughter like that!? You said I'm greedy and lustful and I'm not so angry!"
Nestor helped the host hold the almost overturned wine bottle, and then reminded: "Sir, they may be talking about the standing police chief of District 12."
Han Tiancheng finally came to his senses and loosened the clothes of the fat man with rosacea. Each sector of Huanshi City has a permanent police chief and a special service police chief, and Mu Yue is the special service police chief.
The fat man with rosacea straightened his messed up collar. He wanted to scold Han Tiancheng, but from the conversation just now, he heard that the other person seemed to be from the police department.
"From now on... listen carefully to what others say before getting angry! I don't know you, I'm here to watch the game. If you do this, I won't tell you who has a higher winning rate!"
At this time, the gate on the left side of the arena opened, and a mutated wolf dog broke free from the chains and rushed out. A burst of cheers immediately erupted from the ordinary seats that echoed Han Tiancheng's side.
"Here we go! You need to eat your fill today too, Sesshomaru!"
"You SB! The white one is called Sesshomaru, and the red one is Inuyasha!"
"The white ones are Roaring Dogs! The Roaring Dogs are Chinese thin dogs! It is sheer ignorance to say that the Roaring Dogs are black!"
"I bet on the wolf to win! Punter, where did you die? Come here and take my money!"
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Although there were thunderous cheers in the general audience, Han Tiancheng, who was used to seeing mutant bulls, was not interested:
"Although the mutated wolf dogs have very strong attack power. It is said that only one of them can kill seven wolves on the earth, but compared with the well-trained bull warriors..."
Halfway through, Han Tiancheng felt something was wrong. Since there was no mutated bull, the mutated wolfdog's opponent should not be a matador.
"It's coming! It's coming!" The fat man with rosacea became excited in front of the bettor, "I bet on the wolf to win! I bet on the wolf that he can't survive 10 minutes! Hurry up! Hurry up and start!"
Because he was looking forward to the game too much, the fat man with rosacea seemed to be completely sober. He stared at the right side of the field with wide eyes.
Han Tiancheng had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he also set his sights on the same location——
The gate on the right side of the arena is open! Under the spotlight, the one receiving cheers and curses from the audience was actually a 13- or 4-year-old boy! Wearing rough armor, he held a shield in his left hand and a long wooden stick wrapped with wire in his right hand. He proudly raised his arms to feel the atmosphere of the scene.
"Ouch..." The mutated wolf dog growled at the boy, and the boy roared back without fear, and another wave of cheers erupted from the audience.
"Sir, do you want to place a bet now?" the bettor asked Han Tiancheng.
Han Tiancheng's fingers trembled, and he stared at the boy on the field. Although the boy has strong muscles, his face still has immature lines that have not been polished.
"Asshole! It's too much to use a child! It doesn't even strengthen the bayonet... Let the adults do things like fighting mutant wolf dogs! Many adults have already died. It doesn't matter how many times that kind of person dies, but you How could this be……"
The fat man with rosacea seemed to enjoy Han Tiancheng's stimulation.
"Haha, this guy looks like a hypocrite! Aren't you also a fan of the "Bullfighting Warrior Grand Prix"? I heard that many of those bullfighting warriors emerged from this kind of children's fighting dogs. What difference does it make if they die as children or as adults? "
Han Tiancheng stretched out his right hand to the old butler with fierce eyes: "Give me the gun, I want to stop the game!"
Nestor was unmoved: "Sir, this is the outer city. Strong dragons cannot suppress local snakes. Even the deputy police chief at that time has no power to interfere. We only have two people and one gun. The person in charge here may be The clown group will not have good results if they really cause trouble."
At this time, the dog fighting competition has begun, and the boy Han Tiancheng was worried about before actually used his skilled skills to fight against the mutated wolfdog.
Han Tiancheng had no choice but to give up. He stared at the competition below. He never thought that an event similar to the "Bullfighting Warrior Grand Prix" would cause him such suffering as a bystander.
With pitiful eyes, Nestor also looked down at the sand and dust in the field, where humans and wolves were fighting.
"Master, the entire outer city is a Colosseum. What difference does it make if you are in this arena or not? I believe that the young man can win. He is a person who implements the "Fighter's Way", just like I implement the "Steward's Way" Same. As long as I know my own path, even if I end up with a tragic ending, I have nothing to complain to others about. "
Han Tiancheng and Nestor didn't know that at this moment, danger was approaching their little Mu Yue...
