Blood was dripping, and the white fangs were still stained with pieces of meat. It seemed that he was not far from madness. When it saw the male lion enter the cage, it paused in circles.
Tilting his head, with one front paw hanging, he carefully observed his opponent this time.
Soon, its front paws fell to the ground slowly, and continued to circle around the iron cage. Relying on the fact that the lion was blind, it even bumped into the lion twice as it passed by, making a deep grunt from its throat, whether it was a warning or a provocation.
"This is a stray lion we caught in Skull Valley. He probably lost his way and lived on garbage." A young man by the iron cage said arrogantly. He twirled the jewel ring on his hand while Slowly said: "It's so pitiful, so we want to change its life. This game is not a gamble, and it's up to the point. If the old guy wins, all the money will belong to him, and I will buy it the best." Please ask the best veterinarian and give it a delicate and comfortable cage. If you lose... "
He paused, then said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter if you lose, it's just for fun, the money belongs to you, and we will continue on our way at dawn."
Listening to his fart, Kevin commented concisely: "Little beast."
Oswald frowned: "I know him, Sapir's youngest son, Bert, with a short-lived appearance with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, spending money like running water, going to heaven and earth to find excitement, personality... I agree with your point of view."
The whistles from the crowd grew louder, especially from Bert's disguised squires.
The owner of the opposite Gerry Black Ear Wolf had no objection to Bott's idea of "giving away money when he is too idle", and happily put down his chips and nodded at the referee.
The black-eared wolf was still provocatively circling the lion, its thick and stiff tail boldly swept across the lion's paws from time to time, and the grunting from the bottom of its throat never stopped, as if it was not afraid of it at all.
The referee picked up the huge brass bell and shook it twice.
The owner of the black-eared wolf yelled impatiently: "Don't turn around!" Then he swung the steel whip in his hand, and with a "slap", it hit the black-eared wolf hard, and the flesh was ripped apart instantly, and the blood was dripping. The black-eared wolf trembled violently, howled and bared its teeth, and slammed into the cage. The master suddenly withdrew his hand, took a step back skillfully, threw away the whip, and said indifferently: "Twice the blood will come up."
The black-eared wolf's eyes were shattered, he flicked his tail, retreated to its area, lowered his shoulders, arched his back, and assumed an offensive posture.
Kevin followed Oswald, unknowingly squeezed from the back of the crowd to the front, clinging to the edge of the cage. They were sitting across from the referee across the cage, within easy reach of the cage's latch.
"Did I mention to you that I can understand animal language?" Oswald whispered in Kevin's ear through the noise of the crowd.
Kevin was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
Oswald still squinted and looked into the cage. He didn't explain much, but just asked, "Are you afraid of lions?"
Kevin sneered: "How is it possible, I beat the lion several times last night."
Oswald keenly caught the key word: "Last night?"
Kevin: "..." Not good! A moment of pride to say the slip.
Oswald said "Oh": "I understand, I will settle accounts with you later."
He said he stared at the brass bell in the referee's hand, shook his head and clicked his tongue: "Unfortunately..."
Kevin: "Sorry about what?"
His eyes moved and fell on Oswald's quietly raised hand, vaguely guessing what the ancestor wanted to do.
The referee raised the copper hammer and hit the copper bell hard.
when!
It was too late to say it, but the moment the bell rang, the black-eared wolf, as strong as a bear, jumped up and shot straight at the lion like a heavy arrow. With a sharp howl, it threw the lion to the ground.
Two huge beasts rolled into a ball on the ground, unable to stop the car for a while, and slammed into the iron cage heavily.
The heavy claws hit the cage with a bang, like a sharp axe, directly bending the iron railings, and the gap between the railings instantly widened.
The sharp claws of the lion and the wolf were equally sharp, and they stabbed directly out of the gap.
Bot, who was closest, couldn't dodge in time, and a piece of flesh was directly scraped off his arm.
"Ah—" The crowd was in chaos for a moment, and Bot screamed, clutching his arms, squeezing frantically, trying to stay away from the iron cage.
Neither the owner of the black-eared wolf, nor the referee, nor the onlookers had expected the battle to be this intense.
"Crazy! They're crazy!" The crowd kept screaming, pushing and shoving the tables and chairs in the casino, and rushed out.
Oswald sneered, look