"Wow...wow...wow," Thirteen Young Master said several 'wows' in a row, his face turning dark with anger.
The host's next sentence almost left him gasping for breath.
"As the old saying goes, a precious sword befits a hero, a great car matches an expert driver. May I invite champion Lin Feng to accept his prize money and the Veyron sports car!" the host announced loudly. A sexy lady approached with a box, inside which were the keys to the Veyron and a check for the prize money.
Envious glances were cast from the crowd, especially from the racers. After all, it was a limited-edition modified Veyron, unrivaled in performance and meeting professional racing standards—a dream car for any racer.
Lin Feng took the check and glanced at it, a full five million. Miyabe Gawa thought adding a bonus would lead to greater profit, but instead, Lin Feng had beaten him comprehensively, costing Miyabe five million and leading to even greater losses on the betting front.
