Bekuzulu is far from the sea, it has a subtropical inland climate, the weather is very hot in the afternoon, and the cockfighting ring is relatively closed, there are many people here, everyone is emotional, everyone is a small stove, so the temperature is higher.

In this environment, people's emotions are very high, and they are prone to impulsive things.

Mason's words were very unpleasant, and the man was furious, and he stood up and shouted condescendingly, "What did you say? I didn't hear you, come and tell me again." ”

A security guard next to him came up with a baton and asked, "Hey, Malbie, what do you want to do?"

The thin black man just liked to talk high, he bullied the soft and feared the hard, and when he saw the security guard asking him questions, he smiled and sat down.

Yang Shubao didn't pay attention to this kind of goods, this guy called Malbi has a good life, if he dared to talk to him like this in the resort town, he would have squatted on the ground with his stomach in his arms and vomited.

They came in when a round of cockfighting had just ended, and it would be recuperation time, and a group of gamblers were collecting money.

Soon two more men came in with fighting cocks, and they sat on the ground and put the chickens beside them, and these two chickens wore black hoods on their heads, so it was very quiet.

The owner of the cockfight takes turns to show the gamblers his own cockfighting, and the people who can come here to compete are acquaintances, they know each other, know each other, and after seeing the master and the cockfight, they roughly understand the fighting power of the cockfight, and begin to prepare to bet.

Soon an old man wearing sunglasses appeared with a fanny pack and a small drawing board, and he was circling around the field, collecting money and placing bets.

A young black man next to Yang Shubao looked honest, he put his arms around his knees and asked, "Man, are you Asian?"

Old Yang kindly stretched out his hand to him and said, "Yes, Chinese." ”

The young black man high-fived him and said, "Are you here to visit or to play?" Are you interested in making a bet? This is a miracle place, and if you are lucky, if God is willing to bless you, you can take a Mercedes S600 from here today. ”

Gambling has always been insane.

This young man did not fool him, don't look at this very simple scene, but it is really possible to win a Mercedes-Benz S600.

On the way, Maison told him that it doesn't have to be all about money to participate in gambling here, but also to sell a house, a car or even a woman, as long as someone is willing to make a bid for it.

The old black man came up, and people kept throwing money at him and telling him what he was going to gamble on.

Yang Shubao thought that the cockfighting competition was to bet on who wins and who loses, in fact, it is not so simple, this kind of gambling also has the most people involved, but the most concerned is some complex gameplay, such as betting on which chicken wins in a few rounds, winning in a few minutes, and even betting on how many times a chicken is pecked.

Maison understood this very well, and he took out a hundred dollars, handed it to the old man, and said, "The black chicken wins." ”

The old man looked at Yang Shubao again, and although he was wearing sunglasses, Lao Yang could feel his gaze on himself.

But he didn't want to gamble, he had no interest in gambling, and he didn't want to touch pornography, gambling and drugs.

Mason said to him, "The next bet should be about participation." You have to know why people made way for us just now, it's not because they're polite, it's because newcomers make the best money, they want to make our money. ”

Yang Shubao was disappointed, he thought it was the security guard's hospitality.

Nicole said, "You know they want to make our money, and you still gamble?"

Maison laughed: "They want to make my money, and I want to make their money, it's up to who can have the last laugh." ”

Yang Shubao didn't care about this little money, he was just not interested in this kind of thing, and he didn't know about cockfighting.

The black young man next to him was enthusiastic and immediately explained to him.

He started with the whole cockfighting, saying that these chickens were domesticated from the aggressive red-haired chickens, and the feathers were short and thin, which could reduce the chance of the chicken feathers being bitten by the other party. Fighting cocks, on the other hand, tend to have small and straight heads, deep eyes, thick skin, large and straight feet, and well-developed chicken pitches, all of which are in the service of fighting.

"The two guys in this competition are named Loach Kate and Mr. Five, both of them are veterans of cockfighting, and have more than ten years of experience in raising fighting cocks, among which Loach Kate's fighting is fierce and good at fighting, and has the most short temper; ”

Listening to the introduction of the black youth, Yang Shubao asked, "Which one did you buy?"

The black youth pointed to the feathered fighting next to the loach Kate and said: "I want to buy it to win in two rounds, this fighting appeared two days ago, it has a particularly short temper, it likes to catch the opponent's dead hand the most, and will not give the opponent a chance to counterattack." And if Mr. Five's cockfight doesn't have a chance to fight back, it will never win!"

After speaking, the young man threw a wad of banknotes to the old man in sunglasses: "Loach Kate, two rounds!"

The old man in sunglasses nodded, still looking at Yang Shubao.

Yang Shubao took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him and said, "Loach Kate wins." ”

The old man in sunglasses nodded and left after getting the money.

He circled and circled around the field until someone rang a gong.

This means that the game has begun, and the two masters of the cockfight have removed the black masks on the chickens' heads at the same time and let go of their hands, and the audience is silent.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the chaotic cries began to roar:

"Go on,, go up and grass it!

"Give it some color, baby, it's all up to you to turn it over today! You can definitely win!"

"Peck its eyes! Use your trick the day before yesterday to peck at its eyes and eat it!"

The two fighting cocks in this competition are masters, and they are not disturbed by the sound of shouting, but are pacing and looking at each other.

Looking at this scene, Yang Shubao suddenly thought of the masters in martial arts dramas, and the masters will do this when they make moves, which is looking for the opponent's loopholes.

The black youth was right, the fighting trained by Loach Kate was particularly ferocious, and it was the first to attack, its wings spread out, and a lock of feathers on the back of its head expanded, as if a crown had grown out of its head, and pounced on the black-haired fighting.

At this moment, Yang Shubao thought that he had seen his own crown carving!

The flower-haired fighting has an extremely fierce temperament, waving its wings and jumping and jumping, and its sharp chicken mouth is like a hook made of fine iron, and it is twisted on the head of the black-haired fighting.

Punch and punch!

The black-haired has a more calm temperament, it jumps up with its eyes open and flapping its wings, and kicks the with its claws while tilting its neck back to avoid the vital point, apparently to force it to retreat.

But the feather fighting was not afraid of danger, and in the face of the iron claw, he did not retreat but advanced, only to see the two sides fighting together, and the situation immediately began to fall one-sided!