The stimulants used for fighting dogs can only last for half an hour at most. Any longer will put a heavy burden on the dog's heart and cause sudden death, so Hou Shao requested to postpone the game.

This request was very reasonable, and Uncle Suo also felt that Satan was a little too excited, so he agreed.

Lang Wenzhe sat on the chair, drinking red wine calmly. His family's secret method was to not pull out the needle, so the stimulating effect could last for three or four hours, which was enough.

Half an hour later, Satan was still pacing angrily in the cage, while the Tibetan Mastiff, on the other hand, looked a little listless, with its ears tucked in, its tail tucked between its legs, and it faced Satan sideways.

Mr. Suo stood up and walked to the two cages to carefully check the condition of the dogs. He nodded to both sides of the fight, indicating that the dogs were fine.

Seeing that the dog he brought with him had already lost its momentum before the fight, Hou Shao felt ashamed and angry. He slammed the table and yelled:

"I want a dog wash!"

During dog fighting, one person will apply anesthetic on his or her own dog. When the other dog bites the dog, the anesthetic enters the dog's body and causes anesthesia.

To avoid this kind of cheating, you can ask the fighting dog to be rinsed with water, but the dog that has been anestheticed will have a pungent smell of medicine that can be smelled from quite a distance.

Just now, Master Suo had closely inspected the fighting dogs of both sides and found nothing unusual. When he heard Young Master Hou asking for the dogs to be washed again, he felt unhappy, but he suppressed his anger and asked:

"Are you sure?"

Seeing Master Suo's uneasy expression, Young Master Hou swallowed his saliva, feeling a little guilty. However, thinking of the huge amount of money involved in the bet, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Sure!"

Mr. Suo snorted, stopped looking at him, and called the staff to rinse the two dogs with tap water.

The hair on Satan's body is longest on his neck and tail, while his torso and limbs are all short hair. After being washed, his muscle lines appear smoother, clearer, and more powerful.

The King Kong brought by Hou Shao originally looked as big as a lion, but that was actually because of the thick fur of the Tibetan Mastiff. After being wetted by water, the King Kong's size shrank by half, and it looked a little funny with its wet body.

Those who bet on Satan to win in the audience laughed and booed. A few who bet on King Kong to win secretly called the waiter and changed their bets to Satan.

After seeing that the dog had been washed, Master Suo no longer asked for opinions from either side. He waved his hand and had the cage transported to the center of the venue, and the competition officially began.

In the middle of the circular venue, a square ground the size of a boxing ring slowly rose, and then a rectangular wire mesh slowly descended from the air and fastened tightly to the raised ground. There were two entrances on the wire mesh. The staff pushed the dog cages to each entrance and pressed a button, and the cage door and the entrance on the wire mesh opened at the same time.

After the two fighting dogs entered the fighting arena from the cage, the staff pressed the button to close the entrance and pushed the cage away.

As soon as the two fighting dogs entered the arena, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers:

"Satan, come on! Bite it to death!"

"Bite it now, you damn beast!"

"Kill it! Kill it!"

"Tibetan Mastiff, I'm counting on you. Pull the intestines out of that bastard, hahahahaha!"

The noise outside the arena did not affect the two dogs in the arena at all. Satan's nose was wrinkled like a wolf, revealing his blood-red gums and sharp canine teeth. His eyes flashed with ferocity as he stared at the big dog opposite.

Satan is very smart. He knows that these people are here to watch the fighting dogs. The bloodier the scene, the happier they are.

Satan does not hate the fighting dogs that compete with him, and even feels a bit of sympathy for them. He never tortures his opponents and always resolves the battle as quickly as possible.

Over time, in games where Satan appeared, although betting on him was a sure win, the entertainment value was too low, so Lang Wenzhe generally did not arrange for him to play.

But today Satan is different from before. It stares at the Tibetan Mastiff opposite, trembling with excitement. It craves the blood of its opponent and wants to tear it into pieces, bite it to pieces, and swallow it into its stomach in the bloodiest way!