Chapter 433: Strangulation and Escortation

The ones from Beijing were boiling with anger. In just a minute, countless things had been smashed.

The other three families, along with those who had come to join in the fun, were all also furious.

We didn't even dare hope to be able to win the championship, but you can't fool us like this. F*ck!

Mr. Yao threw a bottle of wine away, but he still couldn't vent his anger. He picked up another bottle and was about to leave.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Mr. Yao cursed, "What the heck! That damned old man is obviously tricking us. I'm going to knock out his brain!"

Everyone followed suit.

"That's right! He dragged Young Master Pan out. He's saying that he can't compete with him, that his strength is about the same, and that he has a chance to win the championship, but he's hiding his trump card. He's tricking us!"

"Young Master Pan himself has bet five million yuan. If he's trying to trick his own people by doing so, then he must be inhuman. Beat him up!"

"Brother, when have we ever made a mistake?"

"If he's in the right, then we'll take the blame together!"

The elder brother was furious. "Don't make people laugh at us for being unable to afford to lose!"

After a pause, he said, "This is Shanghai!"

Actually, this last sentence was the main reason.

There were girls among the companions who came. They held back the most impulsive ones and persuaded them one by one, slowly suppressing the situation.

"We don't have much money. We can't afford to lose. We'll have a chance to pay for this loss sooner or later!"

Everyone was still cursing, but they were no longer impulsive.

Now was really not a good time to fall out. Moreover, the competition had not started yet, so there was still a glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

Even if Young Master Pan could not win, as long as Wang Yan did not win, they could still vent their anger out.

However, if Wang Yan really won in the end, then...

Their pent-up emotions now would eventually come to that fated peak.

..

In the SMA club in the special district, everyone's emotions were much more stable.

Because Liu Shunqi himself had said bluntly before, "I'm good at drifting, but my technical skills on the regular track are too bad. The important thing is to participate. Brothers, don't place too much hope on me."

Then, he placed a symbolic bet of one million on himself. Forget it.

Thus, everyone agreed to it.

Other than those who wanted to take on the underdogs, everyone basically placed a bet of 100,000 on themselves and 500,000 on those experts. This was the normal ratio.

However, it was inevitable for them to complain.

"As expected of Shanghai. Playing dirty?"

"F*ck it, from now on, Shanghai will always be dirty!"

"They're afraid of you being dirty? That b*stard won't even let go of his wife..."

"The difference between humans is even greater than the difference between humans and dogs. Look at how loyal brother Liu is, and then look at that b*stard!"

"No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get! I'm going out for a walk in another room. Does anyone want to go with me?"

The brothers' eyes lit up.

They were going to hook up with some girls... ah, pooh, pooh, go find someone to sympathize with!

Everyone split up decisively and went to find someone they knew.

Everywhere they went, they were cursing.

They had never seen such a thing before. It was a good father-son game. If it was a normal match, the break-even point would be somewhere in the middle. Then, you invited the real deal over. What kind of thing was this?

That's right. Once the 220 million was thrown down, everyone already thought that Wang Yan was the real deal.

Even though not many people knew Wang Yan.

Young Master Tang did not put a single cent on him. He was originally just there to watch the show and relax. Now, he suddenly felt that it was interesting, too interesting.

"That number 4, where did you find him?"

Most of the people in the private room were subordinates of the company and good friends from Hong Kong. When they heard this, they all turned their heads curiously.

The one who was being watched was a member of the SSCC. He was related to the Tang family and knew a little about them.

"He's the young master who was invited in through the usual route... his family is in the Mine province, so he should have some influence. He seems to be working in a live streaming company?"

The Huo family's waiter from Hong Kong asked with interest, "He's not a professional driver?"

"Of course not!"

The brother shook his head decisively. "Although his nickname is the god of cars, this brother has never run a full lap. He doesn't even come to the car park very often. His car is a Mercedes-Benz G65. He doesn't seem to be very interested in racing cars at all."

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"Interesting!"

After listening to the introduction, everyone became even more interested.

"A person who has never raced cars is actually worth 300 million?"

300 million was the value of all bets placed on Wang Yan. This number was really exaggerated.

Of course, 86 million was the actual number. The remaining sum was due to Young Master Wang's own madness.

The brother smiled and said, "No one knows his true strength, but many of the brothers who have seen him drive cars say that he is extremely talented and is a genius driver..."

Young Master Tang shook his head regretfully. "It's a pity that we don't have time. Otherwise, I really want to bet 10 million on him to join in the fun."

Young Master Huo widened his eyes in surprise. "Eh? Cheng, I thought that you didn't gamble?"

"Yes, I don't gamble."

Tang Jiacheng smiled gently and looked extremely happy. "But this time, it's not a gamble."

Young Master Huo was speechless.

If a person dared to bet everything on himself, who knows for sure that it was arrogance, or... confidence to win?

This guy was really interesting!

..

Wang Yan sat in the 918 driver's seat, wearing a thick protective suit. It was heavy and stuffy, but his mood was very relaxed.

Jianwu, Xia Yu, and the others stood at the outer edge of the departure area. Their faces were full of anxiety, and they kept clenching their fists and waving at Wang Yan, shouting words of encouragement.

They had no confidence, though.

Actually, to be more precise, because the stakes were too high, they were inevitably worried about the difference in gains and losses.

Wang Yan, however, did not have any psychological burden at all.

120 million, four months' worth of breathing wages. So what if he lost?

And who had the ability to beat him?

An amateur field was that, an amateur field. A true dragon could not appear out of it.

Physical fitness, training time, skills, experience, courage. If he did not possess all of these, how could he play with a professional?

After Schumacher retired for the first time, he could only achieve the ninth position in a race. Three months after he retired for the second time, he fell to the position of a professional goalkeeper. After that, he had no more skill, only experience.

How could a group of young masters with attributes of all aspects not exceeding 75 points, who had far from master-level driving skills, do the same technical moves as him?

Wang Yan had 100% confidence in winning.

The only question was how much he would win.

Previously, there were too many people and too many eyes. Young Master Wang acted as if he was facing a great enemy. His attitude was upright and cautious. Then, he kept saying that he had never participated in an official competition, that they were all experts, and that he would give it his all.

Did he really think that this dog was being modest in society?

It was just a precaution.

He didn't expect Huang Yiqing to be so sneaky. He didn't manage to defend himself. In the end, he was still tricked by this guy.

He's going to dig into my crotch, right?

Alright, let's go at it. Let's see who's the tough one!

Wang Yan knew very well that this money would be hot to win.

Winning was not difficult. What was difficult was how to end it.

Fortunately, there was already a pot on the stove. If I did not add fuel to the fire, I would really be letting down the scene today!

In front of him was a straight track. In his ears was the roar of the engine. However, the young master's thoughts had already flown to the end of the race.

While his thoughts were running wild, many people were chattering in the channel.

The first one was Black Tiger's gloating. "That sand sculpture has been blocked by someone, hahaha!"

Li Yixu was full of smiles. "They are all Chinese. The brothers from outside are a little restless. As landlords, we have to understand!"

Liu Ye was even worse. "Right now, it's only 50%. When Brother Wang wins the prize money, then it will be the time for the real explosion! So... don't be polite, let him blow up!"

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed happily for a while. Seeing that the competition was about to start, the private channel suddenly rang with a new and panicked voice.

"Brother, we're in big trouble!"

"The three clubs from Beijing and CQ have joined forces to kill you and guarantee that Milson will win the Championship!"

The channel suddenly fell silent. At the same time, Wang Yan stepped on the accelerator.

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