Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Chen Feng led Cang Xuan through a narrow alleyway sandwiched between abandoned factory rooms. At the end of the alleyway was a rusty iron gate.

Two burly, tattooed men stood at the entrance, their eyes warily scrutinizing everyone who entered.

Chen Feng handed over a "membership card" that had been prepared in advance. It was a card that the police had seized from the arrested thugs. After being processed, the number had been changed to match theirs.

The burly man glanced at him, then looked at Cang Xuan at his feet, nodded, and opened the iron gate.

Behind the door was a staircase leading downwards, dimly lit, with walls covered in graffiti and stains.

The further down the stairs you go, the more murky the air becomes, a mixture of musty smells, cigarette smoke, and an indescribable fishy stench. At the end of the stairs is another door, a heavy, soundproof door.

Chen Feng's companion, codenamed "Old Cat," was a plainclothes officer in his thirties. The two exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

The door was pushed open.

In an instant, the frenzy and clamor inside surged forth like a giant wave.

The stench of alcohol, sweat, and blood, mixed with the pungent smell of cheap tobacco and some kind of illegal drug, created a nauseating, foul atmosphere.

There is no peace here, only hidden bloodshed and life-or-death struggles.

In the center of the arena was a huge iron cage, surrounded by tiered stands packed with people, men and women of all kinds, but at this moment their expressions were surprisingly consistent: twisted fanaticism, bloodthirsty excitement, and the madness of a gambler who was willing to risk everything.

"Bite! Bite him to death!"

"Go! You trash!"

"I bet three thousand on you, so do your job!"

Shouts, curses, and whistles mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.

Chen Feng clenched his fists, keeping a close eye on his side.

He needed to ensure that he could detect and control Cangxuan's abnormality as soon as possible.

Although Advisor Qin mentioned that Cangxuan's combat strength was not weak, he didn't take it to heart at all.

In such an environment, let alone a domestic dog, even these well-trained special police officers would feel oppressed the first time they entered.

They can gain access to more areas by using the guise of dog fighting, instead of just being spectators on the periphery.

Therefore, getting started is a hurdle; they at least need to look somewhat like the dogs brought by normal contestants.

But to his surprise, Cang Xuan followed steadily beside him the whole time, without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

No, it's not "without fluctuations".

Chen Feng suddenly realized that ever since he took the dog named Cangxuan away from Consultant Qin, its eyes had become inexplicably cold.

These days, you can no longer see the innocence and gentleness of a domesticated dog in its eyes.

It swept its gaze across the frenzied crowd in the stands, across the fierce dogs fighting in the iron cages, across the dog dealers huddled in a corner, but showed no emotion whatsoever, only indifference.

If he hadn't personally brought it and accompanied it all the way, Chen Feng would have suspected that the dog beside him had been switched.

Cangxuan rarely barks. It hasn't uttered a sound since it entered the room. Chen Feng simply assumed it had a calm personality; after all, a dog that bites doesn't bark.

Without making a sound or retreating in resistance, Chen Feng calmed down.

He was unaware that Cang Xuan knew the gravity of the situation, and Qin Ming had also warned him to be careful. So, as soon as he entered, Cang Xuan unleashed his full aura and spread his senses in all directions.

That was a way of perception that humans could not understand. An invisible force of perception swept through the entire underground space like a tide, and every corner and every living thing was under his "gaze".

Gamblers in the stands, thugs in the corners, dogs backstage ready to go on stage, and even hidden cameras—no one was missed.

In noisy and exciting environments, human perception is impaired, but this is not the case for animals.

The fierce dogs in the underground kennels all felt an indescribable unease.

It was a fear deep within their genes, an instinctive tremor when they smelled the scent of a top predator.

Even the normally fierce Pit Bulls, Tosa Inus, and Dogo Argentinos all tucked their tails between their legs, pressed their ears close to their heads, and let out low whimpers.

Except for a few who had completely lost their minds, the rest trembled uneasily.

A low-ranking manager wearing a blood-stained apron walked through the cage area, glanced around, and scoffed, "How strange, why is it so quiet today?"

He walked up to a cage and poked the dog inside with a stick. The pit bull actually shrank back, completely lacking its usual ferocity.

"Oh, there's even one that's scared to death!" the manager laughed, pointing to a trembling Tosa Inu in the corner. "Look at it, it peed before it even went on stage!"

The veterinarian nearby leaned over to take a look, frowned, and said, "Something's not right. Is it sick?"

"What's wrong with you? You're just a coward!" The manager spat dismissively. "That won't do. You'll just become a laughingstock if you go on stage."

He waved for the veterinarian to fetch something. A moment later, the veterinarian returned carrying a metal box. He opened it and found rows of syringes filled with an unknown liquid.

The manager skillfully picked up a dog, and the veterinarian gave it a shot.

Drug injection.

Visibly, the dog's eyes changed. The original fear and unease were replaced by a frenzied red, its muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, and drool dripped from the corner of its mouth.

He struggled to his feet, a low growl escaping his throat—not a normal dog bark, but some kind of uncontrolled howl.

The manager smiled with satisfaction, and with a flick of the whip, forced them onto the stage...

Cang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with anger.

"Awooo—"

He let out a low groan, almost revealing his identity, but when he realized what was happening, the second syllable was almost completely silenced, and he swallowed it back down his throat.

Chen Feng's hand instantly pressed down on Cang Xuan's back. He felt the muscles beneath his palm taut like iron.

Although he couldn't quite make out what the low growl was, his intuition told him it wasn't a normal dog bark.

He quickly stroked Cangxuan's fur with his hand, and while bending down to straighten his trousers, he whispered to comfort him, "Don't be afraid."

Cang Xuan: "..."

He turned his head and stared at her with cold, piercing eyes.

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, but he still forced himself to continue stroking her fur, lowering his voice: "You don't look scared at all... By the way, stop looking at me like that, I'm getting a little cold."

Cang Xuan remained silent for two seconds before looking away.

Forget it, I won't bother arguing with this ignorant human.

He turned his attention back to the cage area. The dogs that had been injected with drugs had been herded onto the platform and were tearing each other apart.

Their eyes lacked reason, filled only with bloodthirsty madness. Blood splattered, fur flew everywhere, yet the cheers from the stands rose higher and higher.

Cangxuan's tail swayed slightly.

That was his habitual action when he was thinking.

Chen Feng noticed this detail and a strange thought popped into his head—could this dog be plotting something?

He quickly shook his head, banishing the absurd idea from his mind.

A dog is a dog, no matter how smart it is. How could it possibly be plotting anything?

But that thought lingered in my mind like a thorn, and I couldn't shake it off.

A new wave of cheers erupted from the stands.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, trying to get himself into the zone. He was there to carry out a mission, not to study the psychology of dogs.

He winked at the old cat, and the two of them began to observe their surroundings discreetly.

—How many entrances and exits are there? Where are the security personnel located? Which areas are off-limits?

Cang Xuan squatted quietly at his feet, his gaze calm.

But no one noticed that his ears were constantly twitching slightly, catching every sound.

Concealed conversations, the sound of wind whistling through a hidden exit at the rear, multiple animal holding locations, and concealed warehouses with combination locks...

Cangxuan's claws gently pressed on the ground, leaving a few shallow marks.

It's almost cleared up.