There are two possibilities now. Either the two demonic beasts bit each other in other parts while tangled and tearing at each other earlier, or the beastmaster sent the wrong signal, or deliberately played a trick.
He decided to investigate and get to the bottom of the matter.
Song Fugui exited the viewing platform and circled around to the back area.
At this moment, the beastmasters had already brought the Golden Mane Black Lion and the Heavenly King Ape to the back area. One was dead, and the other was lively and kicking.
Song Fugui's eyes fixed on the beastmaster Kun Lin, his gaze sharp and cold. "Can you explain to me what happened?"
Kun Lin paused, returning Song Fugui's sharp gaze.
Clearly, being wrongly accused made him feel very uncomfortable.
But he still needed to prove his innocence, so he stepped forward two paces, bent down, and used both hands to flip the Golden Mane Black Lion's body over.
With its belly facing up, a fresh red gash was clearly visible, stretching from its neck all the way down to its lower body. The blood had already coagulated.
Song Fugui was stunned. That gash was clearly not from the Heavenly King Ape. It couldn't have made such a long, uniform cut, which looked as if it had been made by a blade.
"Someone attacked it secretly. You know, in this arena, only the center of the fighting pit allows the use of spiritual energy. My position is also sealed from spiritual energy. Even if I wanted to play tricks, I wouldn't have the ability. Besides, what benefit would playing tricks bring me?" Kun Lin said.
Another beastmaster also spoke solemnly from the side, "I believe in Master Kun's character. This matter was definitely not done by him. There are experts in the beast-fighting arena."
Song Fugui shook his head. "Experts? Can they be unrestrained by the Qiankun Dou Zhuan Magnetic Stone? I haven't encountered one yet."
Just then, a voice pierced through the air, "The vast world is full of wonders. Just because you haven't encountered it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. Song Dashun, the patriarch of the Song family, with a solemn expression, walked in with a follower.
The two beastmasters cupped their fists in greeting. "Patriarch."
Song Dashun waved his hand and walked straight over.
He looked at Song Fugui expectantly. "How much did we lose in this match?"
Song Fugui bowed slightly. "Father, I've tallied it up. The loss is two hundred million spirit stones."
Song Dashun gasped, his face gradually paling.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "At all costs, find this person. Otherwise, if he comes to cause trouble every few days, we won't be able to operate this arena. It's like having a thorn in our side."
"Yes, Father," Song Fugui replied. He then added with some difficulty, "But how should I find him?"
Song Dashun looked at him meaningfully. "I heard you were gambling privately with people upstairs?"
Song Fugui felt a little guilty. "I was just playing a little..."
"Continue gambling upstairs and pay close attention to everyone around you," Song Dashun said calmly.
Song Fugui breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes."
Song Dashun then instructed his attendant, "Xiao Si, make arrangements. Deploy more Qiankun Dou Zhuan Magnetic Stones around the arena, and also, arrange for more informants to blend into the crowd. Keep a close eye on everyone participating in the bets."
Xiao Si acknowledged the order and left.
Song Dashun then took out a ring-shaped magical artifact from his sleeve and handed it to Song Fugui. "This is the Stone Dissolving Bracelet. This item can restrain the Qiankun Dou Zhuan Magnetic Stone. There are two in total. I'm wearing one, and you wear one. It's very likely that the other party has a similar magical artifact. If we find this person, we can only rely on this to eliminate him."
Song Fugui immediately took it and examined it repeatedly. "Father, if it weren't for today's incident, you wouldn't have told me about this, would you?"
Song Dashun glared at him. "I'm not in the mood for jokes. Let's focus on the important matters."
Song Fugui stuck out his tongue and retreated.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement: It seems I'm going to make a big move today.
That annoying fellow, daring to cause trouble on my Song family's territory, I'll make sure you never return.
And that Mo Qi, I'll deal with you as well.
In the viewing stands, Murong Yanran was excitedly counting the spirit stones Mo Qi had just won. "Husband, I didn't expect you to bet over there too. And you bet on the Heavenly King Ape every time. How did you know it would win?"
Mo Qi looked nonchalant, as if the spirit stones before him were mere dirt. "It doesn't matter to me. I was just buying randomly. Uh, didn't I tell you not to call me husband?"
"Okay, husband."
Some rejoiced, while others grieved.
Beside them, Fen Tian had lost ten million spirit stones and was so angry he wanted to vomit blood. He couldn't recover for a long time.
He wasn't as wealthy as Murong Jing. These ten million spirit stones were a devastating blow to him!
Now that his muscles and bones were injured, he still had a breath he couldn't exhale.
If this breath wasn't released, he would suffocate.
He turned his gaze to Murong Jing. "Brother Murong, he snatched your bride. How can you stand this? I saw you watching the fun from the side. Are you really that calm watching this?"
Murong Jing suddenly felt disheartened, his face ashen. "Alas, Brother Fen Tian, we can't defeat him. This person, for some reason, isn't particularly powerful, nor is he outstanding. I always feel like I can suppress him, yet he always makes me eat dirt. I'm very tired now. Let me rest for a bit and catch my breath."
He was also secretly thankful that he hadn't bet earlier. If he had bet, he would have definitely bet on the Golden Mane Black Lion.
Deep in his heart, there was still a trace of stubbornness, but more than that, there was despair!
It was the despair of a leopard facing a lion!
He always thought he was strong, but only when he saw the ferocity of others did he realize his own weakness!
It was the helplessness of a river facing the sea!
He always thought he was vast, but only when he saw the waves of others did he truly recognize his own insignificance.
Fen Tian glanced at him with disdain. "I didn't expect you to admit defeat. Fine, everyone has their own aspirations. If you want to be a shrinking turtle, I won't force you." He then turned to Le Yu. "Le Yu, can you lend me another ten million spirit stones? I want to fight him to the bitter end."
Le Yu looked at Murong Yanran, who was smiling like a flower, and said decisively, "Okay, I support you."
Murong Yanran counted the spirit stones for a while, found it too much to count, and gave up. She stuffed them all into a storage bag and said, "Husband, we've won so much. Let's leave while we're ahead."
Tong Wuqi also sensed that the atmosphere around them was a bit off. "Brother Mo, I think Miss Murong is right. Let's leave."
Mo Qi chuckled. "I want to leave too, but I'm afraid Young Master Song isn't willing to let me go."
Just then, Song Fugui walked up and stood directly in front of Mo Qi. "Brother Mo, are you interested in playing another round with me?"
"Not interested!" Mo Qi said indifferently, gazing into the distance.
"You..." Song Fugui gritted his teeth in anger.
Mo Qi took out the little one, held it in his hand, and fed it a pill. "It's boring to gamble with you. The odds are one to one, with no profit. I'd rather bet with the house; it's easier to get rich."
Murong Yanran glanced at the little one and was instantly captivated. She immediately reached out her jade hand to stroke its head. "It's so cute, what is it?"
"It's called Little One," Mo Qi said.
"Even its name is so cute," Murong Yanran exclaimed happily.
Song Fugui was completely enraged by Mo Qi's arrogant attitude and said furiously, "Gamble with me, I lose, ten to one. You lose, one to one."
"Alright, then I'll bet two hundred million spirit stones," Mo Qi said resolutely.
This statement was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
It caused a huge stir around. "Two hundred million spirit stones? Did I hear that right?"
"Can he even produce two hundred million spirit stones?"
"He's just trying to scare us, right?"
Song Fugui was also almost petrified.
His face turned ashen.
Two hundred million spirit stones? If he lost, the Song family would have to pay two billion spirit stones. Then this entire beast-fighting arena would belong to him.
Murong Yanran also looked at Mo Qi in surprise. "You can still produce two hundred million spirit stones? Did you pick your spirit stones up on the street?"
Seeing that Song Fugui was stunned, Mo Qi immediately smiled. "I was just joking. I didn't expect to scare you like this. How about this, I'll bet the one hundred and twenty million spirit stones I just won?"
Mo Qi wasn't intentionally trying to scare Song Fugui. He had indeed intended to bet two hundred million spirit stones at first, with the real goal of bankrupting the entire beast-fighting arena.
He had seen Song Fugui signaling the beastmaster. Afterward, the Golden Mane Black Lion, which had already calmed down, suddenly went berserk and leaped up. It was entirely the result of their manipulation.
He felt their way of making money was detestable!
It was blatant fraud!
They could arbitrarily control the outcome and change the result. What was the difference between that and stealing money from the audience's pockets?
Therefore, he had also used his mental power to alter the outcome.
Even so, it only caused the Song family a slight loss. He felt it was still a superficial solution.
The fundamental solution was to shut it down.
That's why he had blurted out the bet of two hundred million spirit stones.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had been a bit too hasty. This would definitely scare the other party away.
To catch a fish, one needed patience, to proceed step by step, without revealing any signs, without leaving any trace. Only then would it bite the hook.
Song Fugui breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he still felt immense pressure. Ten to one was still not a small sum.
He didn't dare to make a decision on his own, so he turned and left.
Mo Qi shrugged indifferently.
Thinking that Song Fugui had been scared away, a wave of boos erupted from the surroundings.
Song Fugui went to the back area again, reported the matter to Song Dashun, and asked for his opinion.
Song Dashun pondered for a moment with his head bowed, then looked up at Song Fugui. "Do you think it's possible that this person is the one causing trouble?"
Song Fugui shook his head. "Impossible, absolutely impossible. He's just an ordinary person, a street ruffian..."
Song Dashun shook his head. "Don't judge a book by its cover. From your description, it feels like he's provoking you, not the other way around. An ordinary person would just win some money and leave. Why would he provoke you?"
Song Fugui was stunned!
But he still refused to believe that someone like that could accomplish such a grand feat!
This must be the work of an extraordinary master!
Did he deserve it?