Me! A high-ranking official!

Inside the prize redemption area of ​​the greenhouse, the air seemed to freeze. The supervisor in charge of checking the receipts looked at the betting slip handed to him by Zhao Jianguo, and his hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.

One million, odds of 1 to 6.

Since this underground dog farm opened, there have been people who have tried to gamble on extremely unpopular games with the mentality of getting rich overnight, but without exception, all of their money went to feeding the dogs. But today, in this battle between humans and dogs that no one believed in and that was even considered a suicide mission, they actually managed to squeeze six million out of the bookmaker!

"Sir... your principal plus winnings totals seven million." The manager swallowed hard, forcing a professional smile, his fingers flying across the keyboard: "Please wait a moment, I'll process the transfer for you immediately."

A few minutes later.

"Ding!"

Zhao Jianguo's phone vibrated; a text message from the bank popped up.

Liu Tao, standing next to him, leaned closer as if he'd seen a ghost, staring intently at the long string of numbers on the screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions..." Liu Tao stretched out a trembling finger, tapping the zero on the screen, and suddenly shouted excitedly like a pig being slaughtered: "Six million! Jianguo! It really is six million!! My goodness, you're rich! You're incredibly rich!"

Zhao Jianguo looked at the balance in his account, his lips twitching slightly. With the money remaining in his Sumeru Mustard Seed, he now had about nine million yuan. He was still more than ten million yuan short of the twenty million yuan debt to the "Treasure Basin".

It was still on the edge of a cliff, and it could still take his life.

"Let's go." He put away his phone and patted Liu Tao on the shoulder.

Just as the two were about to turn and leave, a violent shoving sound suddenly erupted from the outer edge of the crowd!

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

Having just watched helplessly as the archangel he had spent a fortune to buy was strangled to death, leaving him utterly humiliated, Boss Yang's eyes were now bloodshot. Like a mad boar, he pushed through the crowd and charged forward menacingly.

On his own turf, his beloved fighting dog was killed by an unknown, scrawny kid, and he watched helplessly as some poor kid who appeared out of nowhere won six million. For the arrogant Boss Yang, this was more painful than being slapped ten times in public!

"Kid! You're pretty arrogant, aren't you!"

Boss Yang rushed up to Zhao Jianguo, his face contorted with rage. Without a word, he reached out his fat hand, adorned with a large gold ring, and grabbed at Zhao Jianguo's collar!

Just as his hand was about to touch Zhao Jianguo's clothes.

Zhao Jianguo's eyes suddenly turned cold, his brows furrowed slightly, and instead of dodging, he grabbed Boss Yang's thick wrist with a swift, precise strike, moving at a speed that was impossible for an ordinary person to see.

The terrifying power transformed by the treasure bowl erupted instantly! With a sudden flick of the wrist, he used the force to pull backward!

"Holy crap!"

The 200-pound boss Yang felt an irresistible, immense force coming at him, and he instantly lost his balance. With a muffled thud, he was thrown to the ground like a heavy ball of flesh!

"Boss!"

"Damn it! How dare they touch Boss Yang! Kill him!"

Upon seeing this, several people behind him who wanted to curry favor with Boss Yang immediately roared and tried to pounce on him.

"Stop it, you bastards!" Although Boss Yang was dazed and confused from being thrown around, he was still a man of the underworld. Ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, he gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and stopped those people.

He stared intently at Zhao Jianguo, his eyes filled not only with anger but also with a hint of fear. Others might not have seen it clearly, but he knew very well that this seemingly ordinary young man was an absolute martial arts expert with an unusually strong strength!

"What? Can't accept defeat and trying to renege on your debt?" Zhao Jianguo glanced at Boss Yang indifferently, his tone full of undisguised mockery.

"Bullshit! I, Yang Dakai, have been in Linshui County for so many years, I can afford to lose a few million!" Boss Yang's face turned ashen from those words, and like a gambler driven to desperation by losses, he roared hysterically, "You brat, if you've got the guts, gamble with me again! I still have my dog! Let's have another big game!"

Seeing Boss Yang's exasperated appearance, I secretly shook my head.

How could someone so petty and irrational, who loses all reason when he loses, become a boss? If I were to gamble with him again on a dogfight, it would be great if he won, but if he lost again, things might not end so easily.

"Not interested." He ignored the other person and turned to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Boss Yang assumed he was scared. His anger, mixed with shame and rage, suddenly reached its peak. He took a step forward, pointed at Zhao Jianguo's back, and roared furiously:

"You little brat! You're scared, aren't you?! I'm offering ten million! Ten million in cash! Do you dare bet with me?!"

Upon hearing the words "ten million," Zhao Jianguo, who had already taken a step forward, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

How much money does he need right now? Exactly, over ten million!

If he wins this round, the 20 million debt to the King of Hell will be instantly paid off! The sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to strip him of his limbs and memories at any moment, will be shattered completely!

He slowly turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Boss Yang, as if looking at a lucky charm: "How do we gamble?"

When Boss Yang saw that the young man was tempted, he assumed that the boy had been blinded by the huge sum of ten million. He wiped the cold sweat from his face, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Simple! I don't need anyone else, I want you to go into the pit and fight my dog! If you can come out alive, this ten million is yours on the spot!"

The surrounding gamblers erupted in uproar upon hearing the bet!

Sending someone who just won six million to personally fight a man-eating beast? That's insane!

Zhao Jianguo remained unfazed and calmly retorted, "What if I lose?"

"If you lose, I won't take your millions of worthless money!" Boss Yang grinned like a devil, his eyes filled with a chilling malice. "Consider it an act of kindness, leaving it for your medical expenses for the rest of your life! But let me make this clear: if you lose an arm or a leg in this mess, or even get bitten in the neck by my dog ​​and die... then you can only blame your own worthless fate!"

These words caused an uproar. This was no longer a gamble; it was a blatant attempt to kill Zhao Jianguo!

Liu Tao, who was standing to the side, was completely terrified. She rushed forward and hugged Zhao Jianguo tightly around the waist, tears welling up in her eyes: "Jianguo! Don't be impulsive! You already have seven million, enough to live on for a lifetime. Why go and throw your life away?! Fatty Yang is a mad dog, he's trying to kill you! Let's get out of here, we don't want this money!"

Zhao Jianguo didn't look at Liu Tao; his gaze went past Boss Yang and landed on the rapidly scrolling odds on the big screen.

He desperately needed the money. Even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, he had to jump to escape the deadly curse of the treasure bowl!

"Okay, I'll take it."

"Holy shit!" Liu Tao was stunned for a moment, then yelled in a fit of anger and anxiety. He kicked Zhao Jianguo hard in the butt, but Zhao Jianguo didn't budge. Instead, Liu Tao was thrown to the ground by the force of the kick. He then got up in a fit of rage, grabbed Zhao Jianguo's hand, and shouted:

"What's wrong with you? Seven million isn't enough for you? Who do you think you are, winning every time? That's like fighting a vicious dog; someone could get killed. You'd better come with me right now, or I'll call your parents right now!"

Seeing Liu Tao's anxious and agitated state, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Only his own people would offer him comfort at this moment. He patted Liu Tao's shoulder and whispered, "Taozi, trust me, you'll make a profit!"

Liu Tao was taken aback by his behavior, wondering where he got his confidence from, saying that he could win and make a profit. If that were true, those people would have made a fortune long ago. But Zhao Jianguo was not an impulsive person. Once he made up his mind, he would never easily back down. Just like before, everyone else bet on Li Gan to lose, but Zhao Jianguo believed that Li Gan could win and bet a million at once, which even surprised Boss Yang!

"Hahaha! Good! You've got guts!" Boss Yang laughed wildly when he saw that Zhao Jianguo had actually agreed. His laughter was filled with the satisfaction of getting revenge. "Kid, don't blame me for not warning you! I just smuggled a top-quality vicious dog from abroad, ten times more ferocious than an archangel! I was originally planning to keep it for next year's underground finals! Today, I'll use your blood to bless it! This time, you're definitely going to die!!!"

As Boss Yang roared, the dog farm manager immediately broke out in a cold sweat and began to arrange this unprecedented life-or-death gamble.

The betting channel is open again!

The gamblers inside the entire shed went completely mad!

"Buy Boss Yang's dog! We'll sell everything we own to buy it! That kid won't live a minute!"

"Since Boss Yang dares to bid ten million, that new dog must be absolutely monstrous! Bet on the dog and you'll win!"

Almost everyone was frantically betting their chips on Boss Yang's side. After all, Li Gan, who had some martial arts skills, had barely managed to strangle the archangel by risking half his life and losing a hand. How could this seemingly quiet young man, who was just a bit strong, possibly defeat a beast that was even more terrifying than the archangel?

Looking at the one-sided betting odds, Zhao Jianguo stuffed the bank card with six million yuan into Liu Tao's hand and patted his pale cheek: "Bet all six million yuan on me to win. If we win, it's ours; if we lose... there's no way we can lose."

"Jianguo..." Liu Tao's lips trembled. He knew he couldn't persuade his brother, who had gone mad. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth as he rushed to the betting table, slamming the card down on it. He roared hoarsely, "Six million! Bet on Zhao Jianguo to win!!!"