Steve could hear the unmistakable sound of the electric door opening. The hum of the motor and a low friction noise suggested that the door wasrge and heavy, intensifying his uneasy feeling.


    As the car drove through the gate, it felt as though it had collided with a doghouse. Suddenly, the air was filled with the deep, resonant barking of multiple dogs, likely fromrge breeds.


    This cacophony heightened Steve’s anxiety as he thought to himself: “A big iron gate, big dogs—where on earth has Charlie Wade brought me…”


    Just as these thoughts raced through his mind, the car came to a stop.


    Immediately, the electric sliding doors on either side opened, and with them, the soundproofing vanished, causing the barking to swell in volume.<fnf0a2> Th?s chapter is updated by f?ndnovel</fnf0a2><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Steve quickly peered outside and realized he was beneath an enormous factory shed, surrounded by iron cages of two to three square meters each, nearly all containingrge fighting dogs.


    Steve was no stranger to dogs; after all, Americans are the world’s biggest dog lovers. As a wealthy individual, he was well-acquainted with various breeds, so he easily identified Tibetan Mastiffs, Pitbulls, Dogos, Tosas, Rottweilers, and several other familiar terrier breeds from just a quick nce.


    His face paled at the sight, as he recognized that every single dog present was a fierce breed, known for their strong fighting instincts. Many of these breeds were even banned in the United States. He couldn’t help but think that if all these dogs were unleashed together, it would be a daunting challenge—one that even eight Stallones wouldn’t stand a chance against.


    At that moment, Charlie Wade stepped out of the car and waved at him. “Come on, Steve, we’ve arrived.”


    Steve cautiously exited the vehicle, scanning the area, and asked Charlie Wade hesitantly, “Charlie Wade, Sir, what is this ce?”


    Charlie then turned to Don Albert, who had also exited the car. “Don Albert, why don’t you introduce yourself to Steve?”


    With a friendly smile, Don Albert replied, “Mr. Rothschild, wee to my dog farm. I primarily breed more aggressive dog breeds here. Before partnering with Master Wade, I used the dogs from this farm to participate in underground dog fightingpetitions to support my family. Now, my focus has shifted away from profit.”


    Hearing this, Steve felt a bit more at ease and expressed his curiosity, “It seems Mr. Hong is quite sincere about raising so many dogs if profit isn’t the goal. I really like dogs.”


    “Not quite,” Don Albert replied nonchntly. “The main purpose here is to handle some unruly individuals. To cultivate the aggressive nature of these dogs, I’ve always fed them raw meat. As you know, dogs aren’t picky eaters. As long as it’s meat, they’ll devour it, no matter the type.”


    “Hiss…” Steve exhaled sharply, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he prompted Don Albert to borate.


    As the second-inmand of the Rothschild family, he had seen his fair share of brutalities, but being on someone else’s turf without a bodyguard made him feel uneasy. Don Albert’s remarks spooked him even more.


    Don Albert seemed to take delight in Steve’s difort and pointed at the fierce dogs. “Let me tell you, these dogs are incredibly useful.”


    He leaned closer to Steve with a grin and added, “Sometimes, I get frustrated watching those gangster movies made by you Americans. When they’re interrogating someone, they just keep punching them while asking, ‘Will you tell me?’ It’s such a low-end approach. Instead, you could use a few of these dogs. Starve them for a day, strip the interrogatee naked, put an iron bucket over their torso, a motorcycle helmet on their head, and leave their lower body exposed with the dogs. If they refuse to talk, those dogs will bite everything off their legs and groin, but they won’t die immediately. Who do you think could survive that?”


    “Hiss…” Steve instinctively tightened up, nervously replying, “Mr. Albert, you’re quite something…”


    Noticing the confusion on Steve’s face, Charlie Wade reassured him with a smile, “Don’t worry, Steve. I brought you here just to take a look. There’s no threat to you, so rx.”


    Steve took a deep breath, mentally chastising himself: “Couldn’t you have told me earlier? I almost lost myposure…”


    Don Albert chuckled beside him, gesturing toward the factory nearby. “Mr. Steve, this level is mainly for show—it’s entertaining. The real action is one floor down.”


    “One floor down?” Steve asked with curiosity, ncing at the ground beneath him. “Is there more beneath this ce?”


    “Absolutely,” Don Albert confirmed with a nod. “The lower levels are newly constructed.”


    Charlie Wade added with a grin, “Yes, Steve, the lower level is even more interesting. Let’s go check it out together.”


    “Okay, okay.” With the reassurance that he was in no danger, Steve felt his fear dissipate. Although he remained puzzled about why Charlie Wade had brought him to a dog farm, he decided to follow along and see where the day would lead.