"Okay, I can't wait to see your expression after losing, but I want to remind you that 10 million is probably not enough for you to lose."

"No need to worry, I prepared 30 million today."

Yang Shoucheng was indeed rich and confident.

"Today I invited Lu Liangwei, the chairman of Gold Medal Entertainment, as the host."

Yang Shoucheng led Li Fei to the VIP seat and introduced a middle-aged man in his forties sitting there. The other party held an imported cigar and wore a black windbreaker, which looked like a big shot.

"Hello, Mr. Li, I have long admired Daming."

Although Lu Liangwei belongs to the same company as Yang Shoucheng, he cannot know about the person in his position. He has long heard of the rise of Wuhu Society.

Unexpectedly, the tycoon Cen Huaqin, who defeated many years, became the new leader of Wuhu Society, was such a young and sexy young man.

Li Fei replied without being humble and arrogant: "President Lu is polite. The ugly words are ahead. If I defeat your subordinates later, don't say that I am bullying."

"How could it be? I promise to be fair and just."

What Lu Liangwei said was not a false statement. In his eyes, Yang Shoucheng was just a senior working man. The difference between him and ordinary working people was that he had a lot of salary, and Li Fei's power was naturally self-evident. Although the other party only brought a few people with him, I believe that as long as this young man had a call, he could definitely call thousands of people.

In order for entertainment companies to survive and develop, many times, they cannot do without the support behind such as Hongxin Gang and Wuhu Society.

Therefore, it is best not to offend people like Li Fei who are not good-looking and have a deep background.

Regarding this bet, Lu Liangwei had never thought of favoring Yang Shoucheng at all, although on the surface, the other party was his person.

Soon, Li Fei put 10 million chips on the table, and Yang Shoucheng's side was obviously even more spectacular, with 30 million cash being very eye-catching.

"Li Fei, what kind of gambling do you want?" Yang Shoucheng looked disdainful.

"Boss Yang, respect the key points of speaking to Mr. Li." Lu Liangwei frowned.

Seeing that the boss said, Yang Shoucheng dared not refuse to obey, so he said politely: "Okay, Mr. Li, please answer."

Li Fei responded calmly: "I don't understand the rules of horse racing, so tell me."

"Let's just come simple. I have two horses here, and you have two here. Choose one of them to race and go around the field for three laps. If anyone loses, then ten million will be gone."

"Of course it's okay, I'll choose sweat and blood first."

"Hmph, I really thought the horse was black and called Sweat Blood. You wouldn't say that another horse was called Chitu."

"Boss Yang is indeed smart. No wonder he has become the general manager of a large company. He can be impressed with it as soon as he guesses."

Yang Shoucheng said disdainfully: "Tsk, let me swear to my face. I will let you know how vulnerable your sweat-blooded horse is."

"Then let's start."

"Ten million chips."

Yang Shoucheng confidently pushed out one-third of the banknotes.

"I'm with me."

Li Fei also pushed out the 10 million neat codes. If he lost the game, he would lose all his money.

Boss Yang waved his hand, and a black-clad bodyguard came over and asked respectfully: "Boss Yang, what are the instructions?"

"Go and let the Zijin Killer fight."

The two horses bought by Yang Shoucheng named them the Purple Gold Killer and the Jade-faced Divine Horse, the former is Gersler and the latter is Bethty.

Gersler and Besty never thought that after being urged by the master Feiyu to turn into horses, they would eventually become horse racing. Their eyes were filled with humiliation and anger, because not long ago, they were the prince and princess of the thousand-year-old princess, and they had to say that luck was a mess.

Li Fei ordered: "Xiang Yu, come with sweat and blood."

"yes!"

After Xiang Yu received the order, he walked towards the starting point of the game with sweat and blood. Not long after, with the sound of a starting gun, the Zijin Killer and the Sweat Horse rushed forward.

The purple gold killer is really powerful. The horse is as fast as its name, and its speed is like a purple light. It gallops to a position more than ten meters away. After all, it is formed by the incarnation of the cultivator Gsler, so both its speed and endurance are not comparable to normal horses.

However, this time its opponent was extraordinary, a famous sweat-blooded horse in Chinese history. Sweat andblood have experienced too many big scenes, and followed Xiang Yu to kill all directions. Therefore, as soon as it appeared, it was murderous and had a proud fighting spirit.

Huh... It was like a black whirlwind, and in the flash, it came to the side of the Purple Gold Killer. In the audience, there were endless cheers and applause, and the crowd became more excited. They had never seen such a wonderful horse racing competition.

Originally, the performance of the Purple Gold Killer far exceeded people's imagination. Unexpectedly, the dark horse with unknown origin was even faster and it felt incredible, with sweat and blood as if it was the son of the wind.

On the straight road, the two horses competed equally. At the corner, sweat and blood took the lead and gained a slight advantage.

However, not long after, the Zijin Killer took the advantage to his side. After a lap, the two came back to the same starting line.

Seeing this scene, Li Fei couldn't help but feel shocked. After all, the strength of the sweaty horse was there. I didn't expect that the yellow horse was as strong as the strength of the famous horse in history.

However, the more surprised person was Yang Shou. After all, the purple gold killer he bought had never lost. Today, his heart was inexplicably restless, and even an ominous premonition surged up.

The arrogant and arrogant smile that had always been on his face disappeared without realizing it, and instead he frowned slightly.

On the field, the Zijin Killer and the Sweat Horse fought fiercely. This was a war without gunpowder. Their advantages came one after another, and they always kept the suspense of the victory or defeat. No one was fully sure of it until the last moment.

After the second lap, the two horses were still on the same running line. Besti, the jade-faced divine horse in the distance, had a look of concern in her eyes. She hoped that her brother could win the game. After all, if she lost, the damn owner would definitely punish him. The most important thing is how could their incarnation of the dignified cultivator easily lose to the horses.

On the third lap, the two horses on the racecourse entered a white-hot stage. They were full of fighting spirit and no one was willing to surrender easily.

In the last half lap, the sweaty horse finally continued to speed up incredibly, as fast as a car, and was dazzling.

The Zijin Killer followed closely, but he was always half a beat slower and could not surpass his opponent.

"Hurry up and run for me!"
Chapter completed!