Two days later.
The hunting dog Big Tiger, possessed by Zhao Han, was sold to the dogfighting boss Liu Da.
Meanwhile, the blind youth followed Xie Yao's younger brother, Xie Guang, doing odd jobs and guarding the entrance to Liu Da's dog yard...
Outside, starving refugees lay everywhere. Here, however, extravagance and debauchery reigned supreme, and the dogs ate better than people.
Dogs barked furiously while people whimpered.
Yes, a pack of dogs was biting people.
Zhao Han had thought a dogfighting arena meant dogs fighting dogs, but she had forgotten about the Ancient Rome arena, where humans fought beasts...
Dogs fighting dogs would never be as thrilling as humans fighting dogs.
It was only the bottom line of modern society that prevented the latter from existing openly.
But in Liu Da's dogfighting yard, the greatest spectacle was throwing in a starving refugee and betting on how many vicious hunting dogs he could handle at once, or how long he could last.
Why had Liu Da taken a liking to Big Tiger? Why was he willing to pay twenty taels for it?
Because even before Zhao Han possessed Big Tiger, it had developed a vicious habit of biting people... The poorer someone was, the harder it bit.
Eighth Miss had trained it that way.
"Hey, you useless dog, why aren't you biting him?" A fat man with a face full of flesh lashed Big Tiger head-on with a leather whip.
He had expected this dog to be the king of the arena, capable of handling a starving refugee all by itself. Yet after being thrown in, it had refused to bite and even retreated into a corner.
"Bro, wait a bit. It probably has an owner. We need to wear it down for a few days before it obeys," said