Chapter 44 [020] Copycat Bullfighting Competition

After eating the hamburger, Han Tiancheng wanted to go to the arena in the center of the village to find 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 folded up the picnic blanket very neatly, and before he followed his master, he checked the safety lock of the car again.

"Master, I brought a gun. Don't you have one too? Someone must have fired a gun on the north hillside just now."

The sound coming through the gas mask was a little muffled.

Han Tiancheng held the bottle of wine in his left hand and put his right hand in the pocket of his police pants.

"I haven't touched a gun in almost 10 years. This is the 12th district of the outer city. The "Clown Group" of the Nian Society and the "Sad Cloud Group" of the Night Dragon Society have been fighting for territory, and guild feuds are not uncommon. And I said, I don't want to live that long."

Unable to persuade his master, Nestor had to be more alert to his surroundings and be ready to draw his gun at any time.

The afterglow of the setting sun made the deserted village look like something out of an American western, except that the people passing by were even more destitute. After Han Tiancheng and the housekeeper approached the arena, two people who looked like security guards drove away the beggars who had gathered around them.

"Get lost! We finally have some old men from the inner city come to watch the game, what if you guys drive them away with your filth and stench? Just wait at the back door and I'll give you some plant mud to eat after the game!"

The beggars thanked him profusely and went to wait at the back door with their backs hunched.

Another security guard turned to Han Tiancheng and the housekeeper, smiling: "Please come in, two guests! The game will start in half an hour, you can go and choose your seats and the players you support! In addition, the tickets are 50 yuan each, 100 for two people!"

Han Tiancheng and Nestor looked at each other. Nestor had no intention of paying for the ticket for his master, which meant: the money for the bullfighting gambling should come from the 3000 yuan!
There was no other choice, so Han Tiancheng had to painfully take out 100 yuan from his wallet and hand it to the security guard.

"Nestor, you owe me 50."

"Master, you are joking. This money is not enough to buy a cup of coffee in the inner city. I will make coffee for you some other day."

The master and servant walked up the simple staircase to the audience seats of the Colosseum. Two security guards watched their backs from a distance and couldn't help sneering.

"Hahaha, there are people who really fell for it! Asking someone to distribute flyers for the "Outer City Bullfighting Competition" in the inner city actually managed to attract spectators!"

"Hehehe! We must keep up the good work. No matter whether our village belongs to the "Clown Group" or the "Gloomy Group" in the future, cheating people from outside the city out of their money is the most important thing! Did you hear it just now? 50 yuan is not enough to buy a cup of coffee in the inner city!"

The spectator stands were made of plastic plates, metal sheets and unknown garbage bonded together with strong glue. Before Han Tiancheng sat on them, he repeatedly tested whether they were sturdy.

"You call it a VIP seat with this kind of quality? If the mutant bull and the bullfighter start fighting, the whole stand might collapse! I don't want to die in such a ridiculous way."

There was almost no one in the VIP seats. Han Tiancheng chose a sturdy seat with a good view and asked the old butler to sit down with him.

He regretted it the moment he sat down.

"Look carefully... the bullfighting arena is only a quarter of the size of the inner city! How can the mutant bulls perform well?"

Han Tiancheng took out a ball of paper from his police pants pocket and unfolded the crumpled advertising leaflet.

The flyers clearly stated headlines such as: "Settlement No. 49", "Bull Fighter Grand Prix", "Good Quality and Low Price", and "Not Losing to the Inner City".

But with the help of the last rays of sunset, Han Tiancheng opened his eyes wide and discovered the trick.

"Why are there a few small words on the ad that I didn't see before? Isn't it printed so small that people can't see it?"

If you read the illegible small print together with the headline, it becomes "A special competition that is not inferior to the Inner City Bull Fighting Warriors Grand Prix."

"Assholes, this is false propaganda! If I hadn't already 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 butler tried to persuade him to stop.

"Sir, since they printed small print, it can't be considered false advertising. It's hard for a desolate and poor village like this to raise a mutant bull with a big appetite. Since you're here, just take a look."

The muscles under Han Tiancheng’s eyes twitched: “Nestor, you noticed something was wrong a long time ago, but you didn’t remind me?”

Nestor shrugged innocently: "My eyes are blurry. The master didn't notice the small print, let alone me. Master, please don't fire me in anger!"

Han Tiancheng didn't dare to fire Nestor. First, he couldn't let go of him emotionally. Second, if he dared to do so, Mu Yue would sever their father-daughter relationship.

The host's harsh voice rang out from the loudspeaker in the arena:
"Attention, spectators! Because there are three inner city VIPs coming to this game, we will start 10 minutes earlier! The "bettor" will take the initiative to find you and introduce the betting rules and dog fighting warriors to everyone! In addition, there are sodas and snacks for sale, all purchased from inner city supermarkets, guaranteed to be clean and hygienic!"

Han Tiancheng: "What is a dog fighter? I came to watch a bullfight, but there's not even a bull!?"

Two empty seats away from Han Tiancheng, a fat man with a rosacea was also drinking non-stop. Although he was sloppy, judging by the quality of his clothes, he was obviously from the inner city.

"Burp... Dude, dog fighting is really fun to watch! You'll regret it if you leave in a hurry... Burp... 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 other people was indeed more unpleasant.

There was little sunlight left in the evening, and four searchlights around the venue lit up one after another, locking the visual center on the center of the stadium.

Han Tiancheng frowned even more deeply: "Isn't this elevated searchlight an internal product customized by the Police Department? How could it be sold to the outer city?"

The fat man with rosacea laughed: "Brother, you have a sharp eye...hiccups...isn't this the 12th district of the outer city? It is separated from the 12th district of the inner city by a wall, which is very convenient for smuggling...hiccups...the sheriff of the 12th district of the inner city is greedy for money and lustful, so it is easy to bribe him..."

Han Tiancheng stood up with red eyes, not even taking the bottle, and grabbed the fat man with rosacea by the clothes with both hands: "How dare you say that about my daughter!? I'm not that angry even if you say I'm greedy and lustful!"

Nestor helped his master hold the bottle that was about to fall over, and then reminded: "Master, they might be talking about the permanent sheriff of District 12."

Han Tiancheng finally came to his senses and loosened the clothes of the fat man with rosacea. Each sector in Huanshi City has a permanent police chief and a special police chief, and Mu Yue is the special police chief.

The fat man with rosacea straightened his messy collar. He wanted to scold Han Tiancheng, but from the previous conversation he heard that the other party seemed to be from the Police Department.

"Next time... listen carefully to what others say before you get angry! I don't know you, we're all here to watch the game, if you do this I won't tell you who has a higher chance of winning!"

At this time, the gate on the left side of the stadium opened, and a mutant wolfhound broke free from the chain and rushed out. Cheers immediately broke out from the ordinary seats in the opposite direction to Han Tiancheng's side.

"Let's begin! You have to eat your fill today too, Seshomaru!"

"You idiot! The white one is Seshomaru, and the red one is Inuyasha!"

"The white one is Roaring Sky Dog! Roaring Sky Dog is a Chinese Greyhound! To say that Roaring Sky Dog is black is pure ignorance!"

"I bet on the wolf to win! Where the hell have you been, bookmaker? Come here and take my money!"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Although the audience cheered, Han Tiancheng, who was used to seeing mutant bulls, showed little interest:

"Although the mutant wolfhound has strong attack power, it is said that only one can bite seven wolves on Earth to death, but compared with the well-trained bullfighters..."

Halfway through his speech, Han Tiancheng felt something was wrong. Since there was no mutant bull, the mutant wolfhound's opponent should not be the bullfighter.

"Here we go! Here we go!" The fat man with the rosacea got excited in front of the bookmaker, "I bet the wolf will win! I bet the other party won't last 10 minutes! Hurry up! Let's get started!"

Because he was too excited about the game, 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 a bad feeling in his heart, and he also looked at the same place -

The gate on the right side of the stadium opened! Under the spotlight, the person who was receiving the cheers and curses from the audience was actually a 13 or 4-year-old boy! He was wearing rough armor, holding a shield in his left hand and a long wooden stick wrapped with iron wire in his right hand, proudly raising his arms to feel the atmosphere of the scene.

"Ahhh..." The mutant wolfhound growled at the boy, and the boy growled back without fear, causing another wave of cheers from the audience.

"Sir, do you want to place a bet now?" the betting clerk asked Han Tiancheng.

Han Tiancheng's fingers trembled as he stared at the boy on the field. Although the boy had strong muscles, his face still had immature lines that had not been polished.

"Asshole! Using children is too much! There's not even a reinforced rapier... Let adults fight mutant wolfhounds! Many adults have already given up, and it doesn't matter how many of them die, but how can you..."

The fat man with rosacea seemed to enjoy the stimulation Han Tiancheng suffered.

"Haha, this guy seems like a hypocrite! Aren't you also a fan of the "Bullfighter Grand Prix"? I heard that many of those bullfighters emerged from this kind of child dog fighting. What difference does it make whether they die as children or die when they grow up?"

Han Tiancheng stretched out his right hand to the old butler with a fierce look in his eyes: "Give me the gun, I want to end the game!"

Nestor was unmoved: "Master, this is the outer city, and a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Even the deputy chief of police at that time had no power to interfere. There are only two of us and one gun. The clown gang may be in charge here. If things really get out of hand, there will be no good results."

At this time, the dog fighting competition had already begun. The young man that Han Tiancheng had been worried about before actually relied on his skilled techniques to fight back and forth with the mutant wolfhound.

Han Tiancheng had no choice but to give up. He stared at the game below. He never thought that an event like the "Bullfighting Warriors Grand Prix" would make him, as a spectator, so tormented.

Nestor looked down with compassion at the dust rising in the arena and the fight between humans and wolves.

"Master, the entire outer city is an arena. What difference does it make whether we are in this arena or not? I believe that the young man can win. He is a person who implements the "Way of the Fighter", just like I implement the "Way of the Steward". As long as you are determined to follow your own path, then even if you end up in a tragic situation, I have nothing to complain to others about."

Han Tiancheng and Nestor didn't know that at this moment, danger was also approaching their little Mu Yue...

(End of this chapter)

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