"But Satan's odds are too low. If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Hou from Kowloon had made an appointment with me today and specifically asked me to fight the wolfhound, I wouldn't have wanted to let him out. No matter how powerful a dog is, it can't beat a wolf. That's why I said it's a sure win!"

Dogfighting has a slightly later history than cockfighting, originating in the Song Dynasty. At that time, the war had just ended and the civil and military officials in the court had nothing to do, so they watched these aggressive animals fighting for their lives to entertain themselves.

Whenever dog fighting took place, the royal family would always happily participate, betting on the game, with the stakes often reaching hundreds of taels. For this reason, the imperial court even established a seventh-rank official position to be given to officials in charge of dog breeding, which is the origin of the term "dog official."

In ancient times, the people who the common people liked to follow the trend the most were the rich and powerful, so dog fighting quickly spread from the royal family to the common people and has continued to this day.

Qingshan followed Zhan Feng, looking sideways at Lang Wenzhe's face, which was twisted with excitement, and sighed inwardly:

Wolves are the most intelligent animals. If they step into a hunter's trap, they would rather bite off their legs to escape than fall into the hands of humans and be enslaved and insulted.

So you can see lion and tiger training in the circus, but you can't see wolf training.

The mother wolf must not have wanted her children to become playthings of humans, so she bit her cubs to death and then hit others to death. Unfortunately, one of them was left alive and became Lang Wenzhe's cash cow.

The three of them talked as they walked, and soon they arrived at the backstage preparation area of ​​the Colosseum. Seeing Lang Wenzhe appear, all the Jiuzun staff quickened their pace, fearing that the boss would be unhappy and deduct their wages again.

Lang Wenzhe was just about to lead Zhanfeng and Qingshan to see Satan's majestic figure and win a beautiful woman's smile when his dog trainer, Uncle Quan, hurried over and whispered something in Lang Wenzhe's ear.

"What?" Lang Wenzhe's face looked grim. If he hadn't wanted to leave an impression of a gentleman on Qingshan, he would have jumped up and slapped Uncle Quan a few times.

“How could canine distemper occur?”

It turned out that yesterday a fighting dog in Lang Wenzhe's dog pen was infected with parvovirus, commonly known as canine distemper. Although the sick dog was treated in time, the distemper spread very quickly. Even though the dog pen had been thoroughly disinfected, several fighting dogs were still infected.

Satan's dog pen was right next to the dog that had the distemper and was also infected.

When Uncle Quan went to the kennel to pick up the dog in the morning, he found Satan listless, had passed several loose stools stained with blood, and was drooling constantly. When he took his temperature, he found that he had a fever. Uncle Quan panicked and hurried to report to Lang Wenzhe.

But he was still a step too late. The host had already agreed to two fixed matches and one touch match. The other party insisted on competing with Satan, and the amount of the bet was staggering.

If Lang Wenzhe proposed to withdraw from the competition at this time, not to mention the huge amount of compensation, it would be difficult for him to save face!

Lang Wenzhe was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He suppressed the urge to hit someone and cursed through gritted teeth:

"How did your men do their work? Why didn't you find the sick dog in time?"

Uncle Quan's face looked as if his father had died:

"Master Lang, it's not your fault. The Argentine Dogo's illness was indeed too subtle. It usually drools profusely, but who knew it had canine distemper this time..."

"A bunch of idiots! Fire those people in charge of the dog pen. You're the leader, so you'll be punished too. Lose your bonus this month!"

Uncle Quan nodded in agreement quickly, but he was cursing in his heart: You idiot, you can easily make tens of millions by fighting a dog, but the wages you pay your subordinates for their work are pitifully low, no wonder they are not dedicated!