50. People can play with chickens, and of course, chickens can also play with people.

  "This..."

  Liao Lao San took a look at Song Yan Er, whose complexion was pale and defeated, and then stole a glance at Hong Bao Zi, who was busy kicking her while she was down. Even he, a ruthless businessman, couldn't help but feel some disdain for this behavior, his mind constantly muttering to itself.

  Impossible! Could it be that I've misjudged the situation and the little White guy isn't Song Yaner's puppy, but rather a mole planted by Hong Baozi?

  The acting is so good, the price must be expensive! Liao Laosan thought to himself.

  On the other side, Song Yan'er was somewhat dizzy and leaned against the chair, unable to speak. However, the woman surnamed Zhang refused to give in, her voice shrill and high-pitched: "No way, we don't agree to choose that chicken! Since it's Yanzi's gamble, she should come and choose herself!"

  Two women looked at him with a treacherous and hateful gaze, and Bai Huan rolled his eyes.

  A perfect match!

  The gaze with which a druid chooses an animal companion is not something that you mortals can fathom.

  Liao Lao San's mouth... this pheasant...

  Hehe, Bai Huan smiled but didn't speak.

  "What's going on? The two ladies just signed the agreement and now they're trying to deny it?"

  Hong Paozi was blinded by the spoils of war that were within his grasp, and he didn't notice at all the cunning glint in Bai Huan's eyes. He just stared at the two women with a complacent smile, his malicious gaze clearly carrying a hint of "if you dare to regret it, try it" ill-intentioned encouragement: "If you think so, then don't blame me for not being polite."

  He Hong boss has nothing else, just a lot of money and gangsters.

  It's come to this point, no matter what is said, it's all superfluous! Song Yaner's face changed several times before finally gritting her teeth and agreeing to the request for an immediate showdown.

  ……

  Liao Lao San's hands and feet were very nimble, and with two or three movements, he had set up the cockfighting arena.

  Then he went into the yard next door and brought out a spirited fighting cock, handing it over to Hong Baozi with great satisfaction.

  Two women watched the scene with cold eyes, having lost the strength to scold.

  "Let's get started!" With the carefully prepared fighting cock in hand, Hong Baozi couldn't wait to shout a couple of sentences before putting the bald-headed red-skinned Vietnamese chicken into the arena.

  Looking at the rooster's majestic and steady demeanor, he was delighted to the point of being unable to close his mouth. On one hand, he was in a great mood, tossing cigarettes to Liao Lao San; on the other hand, he was enthusiastically teasing Song Yan Er: "How about it, Miss Song? Take a look at my rooster, isn't it very powerful and majestic?"

  At this time, Bai Huan hugged the selected pheasant and also stood at the edge of the field.

  "Go!" Druid suddenly let go, but the chicken flapped its wings and grasped his sleeve with its claws, refusing to let go.

  Song Yaner was stunned, the surname Zhang's shrew was stunned, even Hong Baozi was stunned.

  The white rooster finally managed to break free from the chicken's grasp, and as soon as it was thrown into the arena, its opponent, with its neck stretched out, approached menacingly. The rooster let out a loud "cuckoo" cry and frantically flapped its wings, its appearance one of utter panic, as if it had encountered a ghost invading the village. Its hoarse cries were like those of the White-Haired Girl, filled with lamentation and accusation towards the cruel humans.

  "Hahaha!" Hong Paozi saw this scene, holding his belly and laughing so hard that he almost fell to the ground: "I said Liao Laosan, you're really not a good guy, keeping such a chicken to harm people... but I like it, hahaha!"

  Liao Lao San's face suddenly turned red, this matter if it gets out, he as the boss of the chicken farm will also lose face. As for Song Yan Er and the others, their faces were gloomy like a rainy day in June, dark and oppressive enough to drip with water.

  Apart from Bai Huan, everyone present had no idea that they were being toyed with by a chicken.

  On the field, Hong Baozi's Vietnamese chicken was still chasing closely, while Bai Huanxuan's brown tabby cat was like a headless fly that had been blasted by a chrysanthemum, dashing around in all directions, its wretched appearance becoming more and more unbearable.

  Song Yan'er could no longer bear it and leaned back in her chair once again.

  Hong Paozi, on the other hand, slowly pulled out a toothpick and smiled as he picked at his yellow teeth.

  Everyone thought Hong Bao would win for sure, but Bai Hua was calm and composed.

  A group of idiots, how dare they call themselves players of Dou Ji? Bai Huan really despises them.

  If two fighting cocks have been fighting for a long time, and one of them lies down in the nest without any strength to move, that's not surprising. But look at this pheasant now, it looks flustered, but it just won't jump out of the enclosed arena, can't this explain the problem?

  He initially used his natural powers to investigate these fighting chickens and found that this chicken was strange.

  Other fighting cocks are either steady and strong or spirited and proud, truly worthy of the name. Only this one, with its bodily functions clearly out of the ordinary, deliberately puts on a weak and feeble appearance...

  In this case, it's just like those lazy animals in many news reports, knowing that they only need to pretend to avoid the hard labor of humans.

  The sneakiest cheaters in the animal kingdom?

  Bai Guang still saw it with his own eyes for the first time.

  "I say, if your chickens keep running around, when will you catch them?" Hong Paozi said with a muffled voice while picking his teeth.

  Bai Huan heard the urging and was somewhat impatient. Through wild communication, he clearly expressed his dissatisfaction.

  Although this fox chicken is very temperamental and can be called a veteran rogue, when it encounters a Druid that shouldn't exist, it can only obey. When Bai Huan doesn't explicitly express his opinion, it can still play by its own nature, but once Bai Huan's will arrives, it has no way to procrastinate.

  The Vietnamese chicken followed the leopard cat, still rushing and hitting hard, but unexpectedly the latter suddenly turned around, two legs flying out like a spring knife, quickly and ruthlessly kicking the Vietnamese chicken's head.

  Hong Paozi's hand trembled, and he immediately covered his cheeks with a "hiss", his eyes bulging out like they were being squeezed by a pair of pliers.

  The toothpick poked into the root of the tooth.

  A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Hong Paozi didn't care about his own teeth, his eyes fixed intently on the scene inside, hoping that the brilliant shot just now was just his own illusion.

  But he soon became desperate, the situation on the field suddenly took a 180-degree turn! The Vietnamese chicken, which was originally fierce and had a good fight with Hong Baozi, was hit on the head and seemed to have been knocked out. Facing the quick and heavy kicks of the raccoon dog, it couldn't even counterattack, let alone defend itself, shrinking its neck and dodging left and right.

  But that one originally stupid and muddle-headed pheasant, on the contrary, suddenly became extremely fierce and powerful, just like a drunkard beating his lazy wife.

  What the...! Is this a plague chicken? It's simply too brutal!

  Liao Lao San, who was also stunned beside him, scolded in his heart. He had now realized that the fox's pretending to be ill and disabled for over a year was just an excuse for being lazy!

  Similar things had happened before, but he had never encountered them himself, only heard people mention them. But he could never have imagined that his own family was hiding such a slippery character.

  No pressing of necks, no biting of feathers, the old rooster only jumped up three times, kicked out seven legs, and let the Vietnamese chicken thoroughly lie down, never moving again.

  To know that usually a cockfight can last for more than half an hour.

  Hong Paozi's eyes were dull and stupid, his expression was numb, he stared at the majestic and arrogant brown tabby cat in disbelief.

  But Song Yan'er, on the other hand, had already sprang up like a spring at the moment when Lao Li Ji counterattacked. By the time their side had thoroughly won, she was already unknowingly tugging at her sister's hem, exclaiming "ah" several times, yet still feeling that it wasn't enough to express her excitement.

  This is indeed the cost of renting a dance hall, a full 600,000 yuan!

  "White Xiao Shuai, you're too amazing! You have great eyesight!" With her worries gone, Song Yan'er returned to her charming and seductive ways, throwing a flirtatious glance at White Huang: "In addition to the initial agreement, I'll add 300,000, making it a total of 500,000 yuan. How about that?"

  Hong Paozi was still in a daze, while Liao Laosan's face was full of envy and jealousy.

  This kid is really something! With just a casual flick of his finger, he helps someone pick a fighting cock and earns 100,000 yuan.

  This kind of wretched life, being played by a chicken, doesn't even have the face to compare with others.

  But then he took a sneak peek at Hong Baozi, who was also a guy who had been playing with chickens for many years, but in the end, he was played by the chicken. He's still the big boss! Liao Laosan thought about it and felt balanced again.

  As for Bai Huan, he was actually settled at this moment. The praise of such a stupid woman like Song Yaner couldn't give him any sense of accomplishment no matter how much she said it, but the 50,000 yuan reward was still acceptable.

  Plus the 50,000 yuan that Hong Baozi lost to him.

  Made 100,000 yuan in less than 3 hours, looks like being a Druid of love (money) and justice (rolling out) is still quite profitable.

  As for the one next to him, has the dead fat man who is already starting to get angry and humiliated?

  Bai Guang didn't even have the energy to lift his head and take a glance.

  A true warrior dares to let others face the bleakness of life!

  I am merely putting into practice this truth in my own body; for the sake of truth, what is there to be afraid of?

  The raccoon dog is our own, the material is real and reliable, but it's lazy because it can't beat other chickens.