Tian Baoci’s foot still throbbed faintly, and the moment he heard Qi Yuan’s words, his face darkened.
He looked at her dog, then suddenly whistled.
It was as if the sound was a signal—“General,” who had just been engrossed in eating the chicken inside the cage, suddenly let out a thunderous roar and leapt straight onto the bars, barking ferociously.
The dog was so close that people nearby could even smell the strong scent of blood on its body.
A timid girl couldn’t help but scream, nearly fainting at the sight of the terrifying beast.
Even the bolder onlookers had gone pale.
That kind of dog…
One of Tian Baoci’s playboy friends, who was somewhat close to him, couldn’t help but ask, “Sixth Young Master, we’re just going to watch the match right here?”
Was it safe?
If the dogs went berserk and couldn’t be stopped, what if ordinary people got hurt?
Tian Baoci was utterly smug.
He knew his dog well—“General” could tear that mutt Qi Yuan brought apart in an instant.
And besides, General obeyed him. What danger could there be?
The whole point of a dogfight was to see the bloodshed—what fun would it be without it?
He shouted, “Anyone afraid of dying, leave now! If you stay, don’t come crying when the fight starts and you scare yourself to death!”
Old Zhao looked at the spotted dog, still puzzled. “Miss, you didn’t just grab a random dog off the street… did you?”
It really didn’t look like a fighting dog.
Nearby, someone let out a “Huh?” and scratched his head. “Sixth Young Master, isn’t that the one someone brought before, trying to sell it for breeding? You weren’t interested!”
With that reminder, the others around suddenly remembered too.
After all, that dog was so ugly it was unforgettable.
Just look at General in the cage—slick, glossy fur, glowing red eyes. That was a prime specimen.
No exaggeration—General could probably take on a leopard and not lose!
Tian Baoci also recognized it and burst out laughing with a snort.
The others followed with an uproar of laughter.
They’d thought Qi Yuan’s firm agreement yesterday meant she’d found some powerful dog.
But it turned out… it was this?
Xiang Rong had come today with her brother Xiang Jie. Hearing the laughter and seeing the clear difference between the two dogs, she immediately panicked and squeezed her way to Qi Yuan’s side. “Sister Yuan! Don’t do this!”
Xiang Rong furrowed her brows, gripping Qi Yuan’s arm tightly. “He’s not Liu Mingzhu—he’s really crazy. If you lose, there’s no telling what he’ll do!”
Like making Qi Yuan kneel to the dog and kowtow.
Or wipe its mouth and bathe it.
Those dogs didn’t even allow strangers near them—approach and they’d attack.
Xiang Jie also frowned deeply. “Miss Qi, don’t do it. I’ll go talk to him. If he doesn’t agree, I’ll ask my father to speak to Duke Chengen.”
“No.” Qi Yuan knew they meant well but still refused without hesitation. She smiled. “There’s no need—it’s just a squabble between youngsters, no need to trouble the elders.”
She pinched Xiang Rong’s hand gently and gave her a mischievous wink.
So what if the dog was ugly?
One shouldn’t judge people by appearances—nor dogs.
She crouched and patted the dog on the head. “You’d better not let me down.”
Honestly, no one had high hopes—not even Old Zhao, who had clenched his fists and looked deeply worried.
Was the young miss really planning to fight dogs… or was she just here to kill someone?
At that moment, Qi Zhen and the Old Marquis of Qi were also hidden in the crowd.
Though Qi Yuan had repeatedly told them not to come—that this was a small matter—they couldn’t take it lightly.
What if something happened?
It was nerve-wracking.
Seeing the group on Tian Baoci’s side laughing with such malicious delight made their chests tighten even more.
Tian Baoci, on the other hand, was in excellent spirits. He glanced at his men, who began pushing the crowd back to clear enough space for the match.
Qi Yuan raised her brows slightly. “Wait a moment.”
Tian Baoci had just been petting his ever-victorious “General.” When he heard her voice, he frowned. “What, backing out?”
“You think too much, Sixth Young Master.” Qi Yuan looked around the crowd with a frown. “There are so many people here. If anything goes wrong, won’t innocent bystanders get hurt?”
Tian Baoci scoffed. “You’re overthinking it. That mutt of yours wouldn’t last a bite from General. Don’t drag this out with excuses—let’s get on with it!”
Qi Yuan expressionlessly turned to Xiang Jie. “Keep an eye on Ah Rong.”
Xiang Jie instinctively agreed—then realized something felt off.
What did Qi Yuan mean by that?
By now, her dog had entered the arena. It sat obediently, tongue lolling, glancing around the space.
No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ugly, ordinary dog.
No one knew where she’d found it.
Feng Caiwei curled her lips faintly.
She knew exactly what Qi Yuan was thinking—things had been going too well for her lately, so she thought the heavens were always on her side.
Tch. Laughably naive.
Qi Yuan stroked her dog one last time, then stepped back a short distance.
At the same time, Tian Baoci opened the cage and shouted, “General, go! Tear it apart!”
The moment the gate swung open, the black dog shot out like a storm wind, charging straight for the spotted dog.
Several timid girls screamed and closed their eyes in terror.
This wasn’t like a normal match—it was brutal.
Feng Caiwei didn’t look away, even smiling.
It was as if it weren’t the spotted dog’s neck that was about to be torn apart—but Qi Yuan’s.
Tsk tsk tsk. What a fine show this was.
In the blink of an eye, General had reached the dazed-looking spotted dog, jaws wide, aiming straight for its throat.
The Old Marquis still maintained a calm face, but Qi Zhen couldn’t take it. He stepped forward hastily.
That dog was too terrifying!
If it finished off the spotted dog, it might lunge at Qi Yuan next!
But before he could take more than a couple steps, the Old Marquis grabbed his arm tightly. “Watch!”
At that moment, the spotted dog—previously still—suddenly rolled aside, dodging General’s fatal lunge.
Then, it sprang to its feet in one fluid motion, its front paws clawing the ground, teeth bared, growling with warning.
General missed and let out an enraged bark. It circled the spotted dog, then suddenly leapt onto its back and sank its teeth in.
It bit off a chunk of flesh.
The entire crowd screamed in unison.
Tian Baoci roared with laughter, proud beyond words. “Good! Good job, General! Rip it apart!”
The spotted dog, in pain, dashed wildly around. It nearly crashed into the spectators multiple times, making the crowd recoil in fright.
Then, finally, it shook General off and charged straight at him—colliding with a thunderous crash that sent both dogs sprawling to the ground.
