Chapter 1287: New Target and Beast Fighting

After thirty-odd minutes, Little Porter pushed the door and came out of the room. He glanced at the man standing by the door and threw a few dollars of bills on the ground.

That man picked them up silently. His movements and attitude had undergone a huge change from yesterday, which made Little Porter feel a bit bored.

Paipi was a guy who was scared of poverty. On the way back, he discovered that the mood of this rich master, Little Porter, didn't seem as—interested as yesterday, and asked cautiously, "Sir, is it that the woman didn't satisfy you?"

Actually, just outside the house, he had already heard the woman's shouts from suppressed to completely released, which seemed very involved.

Even if he was just standing outside listening, he could imagine how crazy the battle inside was, which made him feel hot-blooded.

He even had a little thought of taking the opportunity to take care of this family's business. Of course, he wouldn't give that much money. He would give at most one yuan, which was considered the limit. It was even possible he wouldn't give money.

After all, this business was introduced by him, so it is quite reasonable for him to come and get a freebie, isn't it?

He originally thought Mr. Little Porter should be very satisfied with that woman, but now looking at his appearance, it seemed he wasn't really satisfied with everything that happened just now.

Little Porter was holding food bought on the side of the road. He needed to replenish some physical strength. While eating, he said vaguely, "A bit boring, she is too cooperative."

Paipi was stunned when he heard this sentence. He bowed his waist slightly and leaned toward Little Porter. "Sir, is it—bad that she is cooperative?"

Little Porter glanced at him. "Those prostitutes are also very cooperative. Do you understand what I mean?"

"If I wanted those women who cooperate with me, I could completely let you find a few prostitutes for me. They don't cost me much money."

"But I paid so much money to her and her husband now. The experience I want isn't what those prostitutes can give me. Do you understand what I mean?"

In Ruli, the price of cheap street girls isn't high. Even those girls who serve foreigners in hotels, high-end girls, young, beautiful, good figure, with many methods, are only three or five yuan. This is already the best.

The money he gave that family was enough for him to find two of the best girls to accompany him to spend an interesting time every time, instead of focusing on an ordinary little married woman, and still in such an occasion.

Paipi had already read Little Porter's meaning. He cursed this bastard as a pervert in his heart, while thinking and saying, "You want that kind of—a bit resistant."

Little Porter twisted his head and glanced at him, his eyes filled with an appreciative expression. "Look, actually you know everything. Using your brain more is good for both of us."

He stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth, then threw the food container on the ground and clapped his hands. "So, help me look for new friends. It's best if they haven't done this before, but now because of various reasons, they are urgently in need of money."

"The cleaner the better, younger, not over thirty, no scars, no tattoos."

"It's best if I can find a sense of conquest, just like yesterday."

He said, taking a deep breath. "As long as you can make me happy, Paipi, money is not a problem."

He said, taking out four five-dollar bills and handing them to him. "You have been following me for these two days. I feel you can help me get everything I want here. From now on, you follow me."

"I need to stay here for at least half a year. I always need someone who can do something for me, and also understands the local area and has certain interpersonal relationships."

"I will give you one hundred yuan a month. Daily extra consumption is not included. You consider it."

Paipi agreed almost without any hesitation. One hundred yuan a month was already much more than the money he could earn every month now. Coupled with such generous tips, he had no reason to refuse.

The expression on his face was like that dog in Little Porter's sister's house, full of fawning toward the master.

"Mr. Porter, I am very honored to serve you!"

Little Porter stopped his footsteps, turned around, and patted him on the shoulder. "Work hard. Maybe I will take you back to the Federation in the future."

This was drawing a big cake. He used Paipi because this guy was relatively flexible, had no bottom line, and was very familiar with this place.

Taking him back to the Federation, he would completely lose all advantages. Any dog-legged person he had in the Federation could do better than Paipi, in the Federation.

So he wouldn't take this person back, but he knew that besides money, he also needed to give this guy some spiritual pursuit. Only in this way could he continue to break the bottom line and work for him.

The two walked and talked. When they reached the side of the military base, Little Porter stopped again. "I have other things tomorrow, so I won't go there for the time being. You help me pay attention to the situation I want. I can come out next weekend."

"I'm waiting for your good news, Paipi. Don't let me down, okay?"

Paipi nodded hard. "Rest assured, Mr. Porter, I guarantee I can find the kind of situation that satisfies you!"

Returning to his residence from the military base, Paipi first organized the money he had obtained during this period. Plus what Little Porter gave him these two days, there was about fifty yuan. This week was comparable to his income for more than half a month in the past.

This made him very excited. He knew that he had already stepped onto a fast lane and would soon stand out from his level.

Serving foreign masters wasn't shameful. He would even feel that this was a very honorable thing, including those women who served Mr. Porter. Being able to be injected with energy was also their honor. After all, that was a foreign master!

In the next few days, Paipi was busy with these things. He wanted to curry favor with Little Porter, so he had to provide the kind of emotional value the other party wanted.

He wasn't willing to lose this job, so he had to do his best.

Paipi still had some interpersonal relationships locally. Like him, who dealt with foreigners, basically people from all walks of society would come into contact with him. So soon he found several families that met Little Porter's needs.

Yes, several. Because of some reasons, these families urgently needed some money, or some special medicine from the Federation, and for this, they could pay a lot of prices, including their bodies.

After waiting for a week, on the weekend morning, after eight o'clock, Paipi, who was well-dressed, was already waiting outside the military base. According to the agreement, Little Porter would come out today to go out and entertain with him.

In the process of waiting for Little Porter, some other local "guides" who did the same work also gathered within. They were also waiting for their masters.

"Paipi, I heard you have latched onto a big figure?"

These guides were all people with well-informed news. They had also seen Little Porter from afar. Last week, they could feel that the foreigners around Little Porter were very respectful to him, and it was also Little Porter who spent money to satisfy others.

This showed that Little Porter's status was unusual.

For Paipi, who could curry favor with such a big figure, these people could be said to be envious, jealous, and hateful.

Paipi had a kind of superior triumph on his face that couldn't be seen when Little Porter was there. He looked reserved and a bit pretentious. "Mr. Porter is a low-key person, so you'd better not discuss him. If he knows, maybe you will lose your current job."

This sentence had great lethality. These people were all living by relying on these foreigners. If there were no such foreigners, their days would be harder than now.

Everyone immediately closed their mouths, no longer daring to discuss Little Porter. After all, his dog-legged person was beside him. No one could be sure whether this dog thing would tell the big figure what they said.

The atmosphere just solidified slightly, and others began to take out cigarettes, candy, chewing gum, and the like and stuff them to Paipi, hoping that if he had a chance, he could take care of them.

For the flattery of these people, Paipi accepted them all. Wasn't this what he was pursuing?

Wealth, status, a person above others!

After nine o'clock, Little Porter came out of the military base, with two people beside him. Paipi immediately bowed his waist and leaned up, taking the initiative to take out the best cigarettes he had in his hand and handing them over.

Little Porter pushed his hand away directly. He wasn't very interested in this kind of cheap cigarette—although the cigarette in Paipi's hand needed thirty-five cents a pack in the Federation, it was already considered a good cigarette, but for him, the cigarette at this price was essentially a mass consumer product.

The cigarettes he smoked were all brought from the country, and his uncle would regularly mail him some of these consumables.

"The thing I let you do, you have already done it?"

Paipi nodded repeatedly. He distributed the cigarettes to the two foreigners beside Little Porter and nodded, saying, "J

Already contacted."

Little Porter came with some interest. "Go, talk while walking."

They were going to stroll around the other side of the city today. It was said that there were casinos and the like there. They wanted to see the local people's entertainment methods.

Not casinos like Jincheng or Paradise City. Little Porter had also played in those casinos, including Lans's Jincheng Casino and Golden Casino, which were all very formal casino table games.

There were also casino table games here, but the most lively one was the beast-fighting game.

Because of Yalan's rich resources, including animal resources, there were rich various wild animals here.

This kind of wild animal, whether it was insects or those large predators, lacked a sense of security after being captured and would have stronger aggressiveness.

Besides that, there were also some animals raised for fighting, such as chickens, dogs, and the like. Letting these animals fight in the beast-fighting arena and then placing bets was one of the most lively and varied gambling games here.

Little Porter hadn't come into contact with this kind of barbaric gambling game in the Federation before. However, he had heard of it. Some experts, some reporters, and some people in society in the Federation thought this was a manifestation of backwardness and ignorance.

But he was very interested. He liked to watch those animals fight to please his performance.

Paipi also contacted a casino for him. Today happened to be the weekend, and people had already started playing since the morning.

"—These games have two parts. One part is the animals provided by the casino. These animals will complete the competition today."

"You can bet on which animal will win the final championship before the competition starts. This is called winning alone, one to eight."

"You can also bet individually before each game starts. The result of such a competition is one to one."

"You can also bring your own animals to find opponents for one-on-one gambling. These people and the casino accept outside bets, but the odds of such bets aren't necessarily."

He introduced a lot along the way. When they arrived at the largest casino locally, Little Porter found that it was a bit different from what he imagined.

There was no luxurious decoration, and there wasn't even a complete building. Everything was in an open-air state. Every casino was a small stepped "competition field."

At the bottom was a field made of wood, square, with different areas according to different animals, from more than ten square meters to more than one hundred square meters.

Many people sat on the steps around, all of whom were people participating in gambling.

At this time, someone was already playing games. The first thing they saw was the dog-fighting game.

Two dogs were already biting each other in the center of the field, and their flesh was bitten open, with blood flowing everywhere. Around them were people with red necks waving their arms and shouting.

The two dogs that had already killed red eyes didn

For civilized people, this scene is full of naked blood and shock, but it can also stir up that desire for destruction deep in people's bones.

Little Porter just took one look and felt that he had fallen in love with this place.

He stood on the side and watched for a good while, until one of the dogs began to flee.

The staff began to use wooden boards to separate the two dogs; after losing their target, no one dared to go in, as these dogs were ferocious when biting their own kind, and just as ferocious when biting humans.

Watching the defeated dog limp to the side against the wall and lie down all at once, panting heavily, fresh blood spilled out from the wounds on his skin and flesh.

Even though it was a very cruel and brutal scene, it made Little Porter feel somewhat stirred.

He licked his lips, which were a bit dry, and then walked with Pai Pi toward the "arena" on the other side, where the game had not yet begun.

Both sides with dogs were gathering popularity for their own dogs. According to Pai Pi, as long as one bets on their dogs, if they lose, they can get a 2% cut of the total bets, and if they win, they can get 5%. This is good news for many professionals who raise these fighting beasts.

People who can bring dogs to participate in the competition are often old faces; of course, there are some new faces, but it is basically impossible for new faces to get large bets here.

Including some of these so-called "animal trainers," if the fighting beasts they bring to the competition are too weak, giving people the feeling that they are throwing the match, then it will be very difficult for them to gain the trust of the gamblers here in the future.

Therefore, every animal trainer will try their best to train excellent fighting beasts to win every match.

Little Porter placed a bet of twenty Federal Sol on a black dog, which made quite a few people look over toward his side.

According to today's exchange rate, this is a huge bet equivalent to about two thousand local currency; if this black dog can win, the animal trainer can get a one-dollar cut just from this bet.

The animal trainer also expressed his respect and homage to Little Porter.

After another seven or eight minutes, those who were going to bet had already finished betting, and those who had not yet bet were very unlikely to do so.

As the two dogs were put into the arena, the moment the partition in the middle was pulled away, the two dogs pounced on each other as if they had seen an enemy!

"Fuck!"

"Bite it to death!"

Sitting in the stands, Little Porter couldn't help but start waving his arms; the atmosphere was too intense, and people were shouting and cheering for the dogs they had bet on.

Moreover, this kind of bloody and cruel competition method could also stir up people's emotions to the maximum extent. Little Porter could no longer sit still, and he stood up.

At this moment, he was no different from those poor mud-dog lackeys around him that he wouldn't even bother to look at directly!

This dog fight lasted about seven or eight minutes. The black dog finally won, the other dog tucked its tail and began to flee, the staff lowered the baffle to separate the two dogs, and the match ended.

Next was the time to cash in the bets. After deducting the principal from Little Porter's twenty Federal Sol, he only gained a profit of about seven-plus.

Because in such bets, one basically wins the bets on the opposing dog; after the animal trainer and the casino take their cut, the remainder is the payout amount.

Some of them would calculate the "shares" on the spot and then pay out according to the ratio.

There were more people betting on the black dog, so they won very little.

If one wants to win more, one must bet on those fighting beasts that are not favored by people and pray that they can win.

Afterward, Little Porter went to watch cockfighting and bullfighting; the whole morning and afternoon were almost spent here.

All day long, Little Porter lost about forty or fifty dollars, and he also became a distinguished "VIP" of the casino. People all knew that a Federal man had lost a lot of money, but he didn't seem to care at all.

Of course, it was not that no one had bad ideas, but looking at the two very strong Federal men beside him, and the fact that they might also be carrying weapons, people dismissed this thought.

"A bit exciting, and also tiring. I never thought watching fighting beasts would be so tiring!" Little Porter left the casino with his people, and they were on their way to the restaurant.

"But I have to say, these ways of playing are very interesting!"

Pai Pi smiled and echoed from the side, "It's the best that you can like it."

He hesitated for a moment, "Boss, are you interested in black-market boxing?"

"We also have black-market boxing here to watch, just like these fighting beasts: some trained fighters, bare-knuckle matches, until someone falls or dies—"