Everyone sat down. The longer Dylan saw how bashful his sister looked, the angrier he felt. It felt like he had worked hard on planting vegetables for a year, only to have them eaten by a pig.
He slammed the table and yelled, “Why is this birthday party so quiet?! ”
One of his subordinates immediately stood up and said, “Mr. Martin, we’ve arranged a good show, a dogfight. We hope it will entertain you.”
A dog fight? It seemed interesting.
Dylan nodded. “Don’t just stand there. Quickly, get it started.”
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