This was the first time Wargod was participating in a competition. He didn't seem to have as much experience as the older players, so he was one step slower and was in the middle of the rankings.
Unsurprisingly, the first and second place were thunderclap and hero.
The audience's shouting was one. The weather in Macau was hot. It was afternoon, and the highest temperature reached 30 degrees. The audience shouted until their throats were hoarse and they were sweating.
The private room was air-conditioned, neither too hot nor too cold. Wen Qiao's telescope was following God of War and Song Yu.
Fu Nanli finally stood up from the sofa and picked up another telescope. "How's your run? I'm not too far behind, am I?"
"I'm alright," replied Wen Qiao.
"What number is it?"
"Number 85."
Oh? " Fu Nanli raised an eyebrow. my birthday? "
Wen Qiao's attention was focused on God of War, and she only gave a perfunctory 'mm'. Young master Fu felt a little pleased and added another ten million to bet on No. 85's victory.
If the God of War won in the end, Wen Qiao's money would increase even more. Naturally, Fu Nanli would also win a huge sum of money as a loss.
The God of War, who was in the middle just now, seemed to have suddenly exerted strength. Song Yu's eyes were firm as she looked straight ahead. She held the reins, raised her butt slightly, and chased forward with all her strength.
It overtook one horse, then another. When there were only two hundred meters left, it had already caught up to the third place.
In the private room, uncle li was a little surprised. He reported to the disinterested old master, " "That newbie, Wargod, is in third place."
"He's only third," the old man scoffed.
After a while, uncle Li's voice was filled with excitement. he's in second place! He's overtaken hero and is in second place!
Fu huaiyong finally stood up, picked up his binoculars, and looked towards the race track. He saw that the rising star was only four to five meters away from his Thunder, biting tightly onto it.
He wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he was interested.
This was the kind of match that was good to watch.
The people at the horse racing field went crazy. They had all invested a little money. If they lost, so be it. They didn't feel any heartache. The audience had always hoped for a Dark Horse to appear on the field. Only such a race would be interesting, worth watching, and worth talking about.
"Go, God of War!"
"God of War, charge!"
“go go go!”
Before the competition, it had been very ordinary and no one had paid attention to it. The horse with the odds of 530 to 1 had actually gained the support of the majority of the audience.
Fu huaiyong's private room could hear the voices on the stage, so he naturally heard many people waving flags and cheering for the God of War.
He smiled indifferently, his eyes following the pretty horse called God of War.
It turned out that this horse was not only good-looking, but it was also not just for show. It had two strengths.
It seemed that he had made a mistake.
In the last fifty meters, the two horses galloped side by side.
The rider felt a little nervous and turned to look at Ares and Song Yu.
Song Yu was as unmoving as a mountain, and the God of War showed an unusual determination and determination.
All the obstacles had become illusions. In their eyes, there was only the final destination.
The last ten meters, five meters, they were all together. They were always together.
In the last three meters, the God of War exerted his strength.
Another gunshot ... Ring, the champion was born.
"It seems like your God of War is one step ahead," Fu Nanli replied.
Wen Qiao shrugged. it's either first or second place. I can win quite a lot of money.
The time of the race quickly appeared on the public screen of the stadium. The God of War won the horse race by 0.3 seconds.