Let you deliver food, you become the savior?

Chapter 108 Erha vs Purebred Tibetan Mastiff!

Second Master Xie looked in the direction and found that he was really a food delivery man, so he nodded and said, "I have a purebred Tibetan mastiff, and the food I usually feed is mixed with human blood, and its strength is slightly inferior to that of Hu Xiaotian."

"Purebred Tibetan Mastiff? Awesome!"

Jiang Jingqun smiled, "Someone bring it here, I'll make an appointment to fight."

The words fall.

He left his seat and went straight to the aisle on the east side.

Wang Yang watched the other party come over, his eyes were as still as still water.

He came tonight, at first he just wanted to know about Second Master Xie.

No action was planned.

It’s just a take-away suit, although it’s different in the crowd, it won’t attract attention. If you wear a helmet, it will be too eye-catching, so you put it on the car when you get off.

As for making Xie Erye lose 20 billion, it was also a temporary idea.

The variable lies in Jiang Jingqun.

He didn't expect that fellow to be there, and he was targeted by Second Master Xie so soon.

That's the end of the matter, just accept the move.

afraid?
Wang Yang really didn't know how to write this character.

soon.

"What a coincidence!"

Jiang Jingqun came in front of him and slapped Tingye's dog on the head, "Wang Yang! Do you dare to let your stupid dog fight my dog?"

A pun, calling the other party a fool in a disguised form.

Guo Zhengping next to him was startled.

This is the second young master of Zhonghai Jiang's family! ! !

No less than Chu Zifeng's level!
Judging from this posture, is there a festival with Mr. Wang Yang?
Otherwise, why would you name the dogfighter by name?
But this is Erha who has no fighting power, it is obviously humiliating...

Before Wang Yang could speak.

"You dare to slap me on the head? You still scold me!"

Master Ting was not used to Jiang Jingqun, so he just bit down hard with his hand!
"what!"

Jiang Jingqun was in so much pain that he desperately wanted to shake it off.

Master Ting really wanted to bite the bullet, grinding his teeth while clenching his teeth.

The skin and flesh are barren.

The dripping blood flowed down the five fingers.

Jiang Jingqun's face turned pale, "Fuck! Let your silly dog ​​let go!"

Wang Yang flicked Tingye's ear, "How do I usually teach you? Don't bite the idiot fork, otherwise what will you do if you get infected and become an idiot?"

Lord Ting let go, poohed twice in disgust, and sprayed the blood from his teeth on Jiang Jingqun's clothes.

Guo Zhengping was dumbfounded by the sudden scene.

The other party didn't pay attention to the second young master of the Jiang family!

What kind of identity is this?

The surrounding audience was even more uproarious.

On such an occasion, a delivery guy came in?

The dog he brought bit the young man who came out from the aisle with Master Xie?
"Your appointment, I accept."

Wang Yang said lightly: "However, what do you want to bet on?"

Jiang Jingqun covered his hands and gasped, "Of course it's money!"

"Money, I only have 50. It's a piece of cake for you. It's very boring."

Wang Yang waved his hand, "Why don't you... bet on your life."

"Gambling, betting your life?"

Jiang Jingqun was a little timid.

He looked down at the wound and subconsciously asked, "You dog, don't you have rabies?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Wang Yang's ambiguous words made Jiang Jingqun's heart go cold!
at this time.

Two strong men carried an iron cage over and put it on the aisle, "Young Master Jiang, purebred Tibetan Mastiff, here!"

Everyone looked sideways.

Huge and strong Tibetan mastiff, covered with thick and long hair.

In the iron cage, the cold gaze made people feel awe-inspiring, like a king looking down on the earth.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

Jiang Jingqun leaned over to the burly man in a suit who brought the dog, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any rabies vaccine?"

"some."

The latter nodded.

It is inevitable that people will be bitten suddenly in the dog fighting arena, so it is stored in the background equipment for backup.

"Hurry up and take me to beat him, then bandage him."

Jiang Jingqun trembled.

After a while, I finished dressing up the injection tape and came back.

Jiang Jingqun looked at the silly Erha next to Wang Yang again, and laughed loudly: "You bet on your life, are you sure?"

The audience began to boo.

"The Erha fights the Tibetan mastiff, I want to watch!"

"Gamble!"

"When someone delivers food, you are dying."

The sound came and went.

A smile hung on the corner of Wang Yang's mouth, "Sure."

"Mr. Wang Yang, you can't." Guo Zhengping held him back and persuaded him, "It's absolutely impossible."

Erha, how can there be any fighting power at all!
What you are facing is not chickens and ducklings, but the world-famous purebred Tibetan Mastiff! ! !
"Ha ha!"

Jiang Jingqun laughed even louder, "Did you hear that? This hanging hair clearly wants to die, so I'll treat him as a good person and fulfill him!"

With six huge screens hanging above, with fixed viewing angles, Jiang's scene was presented in the eyes of the audience.

"Erha vs. Tibetan Mastiff?"

"Still betting on your life?"

"This food delivery guy, where's Shabby!"

……

Zero rows.

Mr. Gao said with great interest: "It's interesting."

We've seen a lot of battles between big bulldogs.

Erha and the purebred Tibetan Mastiff?
For the first time ever.

Like a clear stream.

"If you eat too much delicacies from mountains and seas, you will get tired of it. It's good to change the taste."

Second Master Xie immediately ordered his subordinates to directly arrange for the first match.

Three lines of words appeared on the big screen:

[Free battle, the first match: Erha VS Purebred Tibetan Mastiff]

[Bet Amount: 0:0]

[Countdown to closing: 00:10:00]

The rule is that one side wins the other side's wager.

In the eyes of many viewers, as long as they are not brain-dead, they all know that there will never be a second result.

No one will press Erha to win.

Therefore, there is no betting on the purebred Tibetan Mastiff, and there is no profit at all.

Wang Yang looked up at the screen, thoughtful.

"What's the ink blot?"

Jiang Jingqun urged excitedly: "All my purebred Tibetan Mastiffs have been sent to the cage arena, don't you want to go back on your word? That will only make you die faster."

Guo Zhengping hesitated to speak, the ghost who wanted to die couldn't be persuaded...

"I'll make a bet first."

Wang Yang picked up his phone and tickets, and transferred 50 to the above account.

The screen flickers and refreshes.

Jiang Jingqun glanced at the changes in the numbers above, "You bet 50 for yourself? You're dying of laughter! Don't you really think this idiot can win?"

Then he laughed and said: "That's right, you'll die right away, anyway, it's useless to keep the money, if you want to make a splash, don't go down in history, there is still hope for being treated as a laughing stock for a few months."

"Well, you're right."

Wang Yang picked up Master Ting's leash and stood up.

At the same time, many audience members were dumbfounded.

"Who gave Erha the 50?"

"It's really a lot of money to burn!"

"No, there is an upper limit on the betting ratio, and there are quick hands and slow hands. I have to be the first to bet on the purebred Tibetan mastiff."

After a few seconds.

The screen flashed again.

[Bet amount: 50: 500 million]

Directly full, reaching the upper limit of ten times the betting ratio!
And those viewers who are slow-handed are a little bit sorry, no matter how small the text is, it is still meat, one hundred thousand earns ten thousand, one million earns one hundred thousand, a business that is sure to make money without losing money!

Wang Yang thought of making Guo Zhengping lose 100 million, so he turned his head and said, "Do you trust me?"

"I... believe it." Guo Zhengping said dryly.

"Follow me to bet, and I will take you to make a wave."

Wang Yang put on an intriguing light smile.

"Ah this..."

Guo Zhengping didn't have so much money that he didn't have a place to throw it away. After hesitating again and again, he picked up his mobile phone and said while operating, "Mr. Wang Yang, I bet 50 yuan to support you spiritually."

"Alright."

Wang Yang nodded slightly, his heart was conveyed, and it was none of his business whether he earned more or less.

"Haha, pulling others into the water is enough."

Jiang Jingqun laughed so hard that his stomach hurts, "He actually gave him 50 yuan to see him off. If I were to replace him, I would only pay one yuan, no more!"

Guo Zhengping smiled awkwardly.

next moment.

The screen flickers and refreshes.

[Bet amount: 120: 500 million]

"Which one who got into the water bet 70?"

"Quick grab!"

After a commotion in the auditorium, the screen refreshed again.

[Bet amount: 120: 1200 million]

Guo Zhengping was stunned for a moment: "I just bet 50, who bet the other 20?"

Wang Yang was also puzzled.

Probably which hand slipped the wrong one...

The countdown to closing is drawing to a close.

He took Master Ting and followed Jiang Jingqun to the caged arena...

(End of this chapter)