Lin Group was one of the top enterprises in Z Country, with its headquarters in Beijing, primarily engaged in the catering and hotel industries, a true behemoth in the hospitality sector.
"Lin Hao, she is not someone you can afford to mess with. If you don't want bad luck, get lost. You wanted a race, didn't you? Tonight, we'll let you lose convincingly." Gu Yang stood his ground unwaveringly in front of Shen Qinglan, blocking Lin Hao's view.
Shen Qinglan was his protege, and naturally, he had to ensure her safety.
Shen Qinglan's eyes were slightly cold, not even glancing at Lin Hao.
Lin Hao's gaze darkened, feeling disrespected by Shen Qinglan's indifference. His eyes shifted to Gu Yang, "Let's make it more interesting. The original bet of ten million is too small. I'll add forty million to it. The loser pays the winner fifty million and agrees to a request from the winner."
