The sword has rented a few acres of land in the suburbs over the years, making a lot of money by raising fish. The stalls are so big that people's red eyes are in danger, and the theft of fish farms is frequent. In order to prevent theft, he brought two dogs to his brother-in-law, who was an instructor at the canine base of the City Public Security Bureau.
These two dogs are the world's best. One is a hideout and one is a pet dog. And it is covered in hair, black as coal, like a calf, and its head is as big as a fight. It is a dog that is impenetrable, powerful, fierce, wild and hostile to strangers, but highly zealous and distasteful to the master and best suited to the care of the home. And the Peters, the smart sword, didn't like it very much. The dog had a small body, a large mouth, a loose skin, a garbling leg, walking around and shaking, and neither looked strong nor gentle. If you don't want the sword, my brother-in-law says, "You don't know the dog, keep it and it'll work."
The sword's love for the hideout gives it the name "The Panther." Pitt can be called "dumb," and it's just stupid, and that's all it is. Usually, any good sword is given to the panthers first.
Indeed, the Panther is remarkable, and as soon as a living person enters, it roars like thunder, and the chains of his thumbs are soaring and chilling. On one occasion, a customer came to buy fish and the panther broke the chain and ran over. It's hard to imagine how a man would be torn apart by a black panther if it weren't for the sword to stop in time. Ever since the black leopards, the one who steals fish is the one who buys fish. In this case, the sword is much more reassuring, leaving the panthers free at night and sleeping until dawn, three to five, home and a warm wife for one night. In comparison to Black Panthers, stupidity is far from being known as the world's dog. It's a man who doesn't scream or bite, as if he didn't see, and it's a man who hit it with a brick, and it's not in a hurry, it's not in a temper. Don't look at it as nothing. And it bites, and tears out the shoes of the sword. And the tree in the courtyard has a thick, and it bites. It's not about doing business, it's about destroying, it's about beating it up. But it doesn't change, it still bites, I do. There's no other way. Let it go. I'll take care of it.
On the west side of the fish farm, I don't know who's building a new pit. Every Saturday, dog fights are held, and people from several counties and cities who like dogs come to join or watch. The sword is free, and the leopards are in trouble. Most of the people who see the Panthers are envious, and the sword is in their hearts.
Knowing that the sword has a ferocious hideout, curious people begin to take the sword to the game. It is not fear that the Black Panther will not win, but rather that his beloved dog will not participate in this brutal fight. In fact, the smart sword wants the panthers to fight with the dogs.
On that day, another man came to fight the dog and the sword shook his head. He said, “This time, the master of the King wants to get your Panthers to play in the first race, and the King is the winner of the eight games, and he is willing to gamble with you for two. He knew that 4th was a well-known punk, and he tried to teach him a lesson, so he told him, "Back up, I'll give you 20,000. Send me a message to get him ready to collect the dead."
On the day of the competition, the smart sword bought a pig's head, cooked it up and made the Panthers eat beautifully, and then took him to the dog pit. I heard that Black Panthers and Dog Kings were all over the stands and talking. Black leopards win, dog kings win. The sword was silent, and his chest was full, and he thought he would wait and see.
There was a whistling, and there was no sound in the stand, and a brutal fight began.
The panthers entered the field like a string of arrows, strutting over the Quartet and making the sound of deafness and sound. The dog king on the other side is a defunct riot dog, tall, strong, loud-mouthed, dark-coloured dog that gives people a vicious and subtle feeling. He didn't scream, he was walking around in the room, waiting to attack. After a moment of stalemate, the Panthers launched the attack first. The King of Dogs has not shown weakness in his response. Two dogs bit each other. It's been an extraordinary tragedy, and it's very sad. At first, the panthers took the upper hand, and the dog king had only the strength to fight back. Gradually, the panther's offensive has diminished, while the dog king's braver. The Panthers were bitten several times and seriously injured, but the wind continued to kill them. The dog king was in virulent, he didn't bite the hairy spot on the leopard, he bit the leopard's leg, and one bite hit the artery on the leopard's leg. At the time, blood was pouring out, the panthers were no longer able to hold them. The King of Dogs is still alive, and he's going up there again. And when the sword was in sight, he cried out, The King was forcibly dragged away by the staff. The smart sword lost this race.
The leopards were taken back to the fish farm and the sword was brought by a veterinarian to heal the leopards. The leopard saved his ass, but he couldn't eat for days. There's no way the Knife can bring my brother-in-law. After examining the injuries of the Panthers, the brother-in-law measured the temperature of the Panthers and asked why they were at high fever of more than 40 degrees. The Sword told the dog fight once, but he didn't dare to gamble, and he yelled at the panthers and the insides. The brother-in-law was in a hurry, saying, "I gave you dogs to help you with the nursing home. Whoever lets you go to fight dogs, it's better to let the panthers go." The smart sword got confused and said, "Let the fool go and not let others eat it, see how stupid it is." My brother-in-law was suffocating and he said, "You don't understand dog nature, it's the same thing as a dog, it's the best thing you can do. Black leopards can't look at a home without a dog, but fighting dogs is less stupid. Stupid is a pure dog to fight. Look at it. It's a big mouth. It's a strong tooth. It is small, it has a small face, it is easily evasive, its skin is soft and it is not bruised by a bite from its opponent. What is more important is its personality, a dog that fights bravely, does not fear the enemy and does not stop attacking as long as he is not bitten by his opponent.” His husband was the best listener to him, and his words, though valid, remained in doubt. My brother-in-law gave the Panther a shot and changed his medicine. Thinking about what my brother-in-law said, the Knife decided to let stupidity fight the King again and win his face back.
It's another Saturday, when the smart sword comes to the dogfight with a stupid, unsettling look of stupidity, and the smart sword goes up and down. As soon as the whistle sounded, he closed his eyes and prayed secretly. In about a dozen minutes, the Sword suddenly heard Four shouting to stop. He opened his eyes and the scene was unexpected. The invincible dog king fell on the ground, while the staff were desperate to pull back.
At night, the smart sword specifically invited brother-in-law and several friends to the hotel to drink and celebrate. In front of his brother-in-law, he didn't dare say anything about fighting dogs, but that he sold another batch of fish. The sword was particularly happy tonight, drunk and drunk. He wanted to go home and make out with his wife and put the money at home. But think again: Panthers are very sick and dumb and do not look home. The Sword was relieved and drove back to the fish farm. Once in the house, the sword fell asleep in bed.
In the middle of the night, the sword went up to the yard and saw a passenger van parked in front of the yard under the moonlight. When the sword was in his head, he was struck by a blow. When he woke up, he was tied to a tree and his mouth was sealed with duct tape. Only four people are fishing for the famous fish viewers in the pond. The Sword is about to struggle. Turns out he was crouching around the dog king and staring at him with a vicious eye. The smart sword wants it to end. He regretted not being in a fight with dogs, so that the panthers could not be seriously injured, and if the panthers were good, who would dare enter the hospital?
At a time when the sword is desperate, all of a sudden it's just the panther before it, the dumb behind it, and both of them coming out of the nest. The panthers ran straight to the fish thieves, and the dogs were called, and they were in chaos. One of the four partners, who knew nothing about the panthers, threw a stick at the panthers. The panthers didn't hide, they used a head, the wooden stick with their wrists broke in half. The panthers jumped in front. Perhaps the leopard tore off a piece of his flesh and heard only one scream, and the guy rolled into the fish pool, and the leopard went to his left to his right, and the four and the other two guys were already scared and scared.
When the king sees the master, he'll have trouble trying to save him. Clumsy has already cut off the road. The King knows he's stupid, he's afraid, but he's still going for it. The smart sword is on the field, without seeing the ingenuity of a stupid fight, and it is a privilege to see it tonight. Look dumb, go left, go right, go west like a monkey, be strong as a tiger. Soon, the king of dogs will have to flee with his wounds. Stupid ran to bite the rope. The smart sword tore away the tape on his mouth and said, "Take care of them." Call 110 in the rush room.
The four men were arrested by the police when they heard the police.
Then the heaven was light. Panthers and stupids ran to the sword. The smart sword saw a number of wounds to the bodies of stupidity and a direct flow of blood. The panthers were shivering and stood steadfastly. Swords were sore, he kneeled to the ground, and his hands were tied to black leopards and stupidity.