Sasuke's throat was bitten off and he lay on the ground, twitching a few times before he became motionless.
Satan was also a little exhausted at this time. He lay on the ground, his chest and abdomen rising and falling rapidly, and he looked very tired.
Satan had been defecating all night and his body was already dehydrated. He was also forced to become excited by the acupuncture. The dog's body was already stretched to its limit.
When Suo Ye announced that Satan won this match, Lang Wenzhe could no longer suppress his joy. He stood up and clapped loudly, his face full of wrinkles from smiling.
When Abe Okamon saw that his beloved Sasuke had died, he was so angry that he jumped up and down and shouted incoherently. Although I couldn't understand Japanese, I could guess with my toes that Abe Okamon didn't say anything good.
Hou Yaozu kept trying to comfort him, but Abe Okamon didn't seem to appreciate it and even pushed him. Hou Shao stood there awkwardly with a grim look on his face.
"Hahahaha, Master Hou, Mr. Abe, thank you very much, thank you very much!"
Lang Wenzhe walked up to Hou Shao with a fake smile on his face. Suo Ye also came down from the side of the fighting arena, took out two checks for a total of 10 million yuan from his pocket and handed them to Lang Wenzhe.
Lang Wenzhe took the check from Suo Ye with both hands and put it into the check folder he carried with him. He looked back at Satan who was panting, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
"Master Suo, there's another fight today. Please ask. If no one wants to fight, I'll let Satan go back to the dog pen to rest."
Master Suo nodded and was about to take out the microphone to ask the guests when Master Lou, who came with Master Hou, walked up to Master Suo cheerfully and gave him a fist-bump.
"Master Suo, I'm planning to try my luck by betting with Young Master Lang."
Lang Wenzhe also heard what Lou Shao said, and asked happily:
"Oh? So Master Lou came prepared today! Sure, it's possible, but with Satan in this state, I'm afraid it's hard to predict the outcome!"
After two consecutive fights, Satan's endurance and speed were greatly reduced. If a stronger fighting dog were to appear at this time, Satan's chances of victory would be very small. No one is stupid. If Lang Wenzhe did not have a strong gamble or confidence in victory, he would not rush into the fight.
Mr. Lou was a slightly plump man with a round face and a friendly smile. He reached out and tore off a check from the checkbook and handed it to Lang Wenzhe.
Lang Wenzhe took a look at the amount above - 50 million, and swallowed secretly.
"Mr. Lang, I know Satan isn't in top form right now, so my dog has the upper hand physically. If you win, I'll give you the amount I just agreed on. If I win, all you have to do is return the 20 million you won today. How's that?"
After Lou Shao finished speaking, he asked his men to push up the dog cage he brought, revealing a short, fat, bow-legged American bully dog inside.
Lang Wenzhe looked at the ridiculous-looking bully dog in the cage, then thought about the check for 50 million yuan, and gritted his teeth.
"Okay! I'll make a bet with you!"
When Mr. Suo heard that the two had reached an agreement, he took back a few checks and kept them close to him, and arranged for people to clean up the venue in preparation for the next fight.
Satan was shocked by the cold water and stood up again, shaking off the water droplets on his body, preparing for the next fight.
Satan is now at the end of his strength, and the effect of the golden needle acupuncture is fading. He is no longer as irritable as when he first entered the arena. He even has a premonition that this may be his last time in the arena. The pride of the wolf forces him to drag his aching body and continue to walk towards the center of the arena.
On the other side, Lou Shao's American bully was also put into the cage, and he ran towards Satan with his bow legs, stumbling.
This bully dog is a pocket-type breed. Although it has exaggerated muscles, it is very short, not even as tall as Satan's chest. It is a typical short, fat dog with a low chassis.
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