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"Wait a minute!" Lin Feng suddenly seemed to remember something, honking the horn loudly and shouting.
"What's wrong?" Liu Jing, feeling a bit nervous, asked Lin Feng.
"I just remembered that there are other people setting up bets for this kind of competition. I'm going to place a bet." Lin Feng had already honked the horn to signal everyone to wait, and now he naturally got out of the car to buy his wager.
"Hey..." Liu Jing was truly speechless at Lin Feng. They were about to compete, and he still wanted to place a bet? Wouldn't it be fine if he didn't gamble?
In fact, Lin Feng didn't particularly like gambling, but knowing he would win, he felt it would be a loss not to place some bets.
Moreover, in their circle, placing a bet on oneself before the competition was equivalent to demonstrating one's confidence.
Confidence? Lin Feng had that. Money? He had that too. So why not place a bet?
"What's going on?" As Lin Feng's boss, Liu Jie also ran over to ask.
"Brother Liu, I want to place a few bets on myself winning, hehe..." Although underground racing wasn't that particular about rules, stopping right before the race required an explanation to Liu Jie, so Lin Feng explained.
"How many bets? How much?" Liu Jie asked while following Lin Feng toward the nearby makeshift betting booth. Every casino had set up betting booths here, including Liu Jie and Song Xin's casinos.
"Uh... Brother Liu, could you give me that thirty million card first?" When they reached the betting booth set up by Song Xin's casino, Lin Feng said to Liu Jie.
"Of course." Liu Jie replied as he took the card from one of his subordinates and handed it to Lin Feng. Although he didn't understand why Lin Feng suddenly wanted the card instead of cash—he remembered Lin Feng initially saying he wanted cash.
"Thank you, Brother Liu. Now then, boss, I want to bet thirty million on Lin Feng winning. Are the three rounds separate bets or one combined bet?" Lin Feng took the card and asked the staff at Song Xin's betting booth.
"Separate." Just as the staff was about to speak, Song Xin's voice rang out from nearby.
Lin Feng had long known that Song Xin had arrived, accompanied by some people, including Song Qi and Amin, who had gotten off the vehicle when Lin Feng suddenly called for a pause. However, he still chose to place a bet at Song Xin's gambling house. Since he was bound to offend Song Xin after winning the match, he figured he might as well offend her in a big way and make some profit for himself.
"Oh, then I'll bet on the first round," Lin Feng said as he handed his card to the staff inside.
"Young Master, this..." The staff at the gambling house knew Lin Feng's identity, which was quite sensitive. Given the large amount he was betting, they were hesitant and turned to Song Xin for guidance.
"Are you stupid? There's business right in front of you, and you won't take it?" Song Xin was furious at Lin Feng's actions and had no patience with the gambling house staff, snapping at them.
"Yes, yes, yes..." The staff understood that Young Master was angry and quickly responded while taking Lin Feng's card to start placing his bets.
"What's wrong, Amin? Don't you have confidence in yourself? Why not place a few bets?" Unable to do anything about Lin Feng, Song Xin turned to Amin and asked.
"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?" Amin understood what Song Xin meant. He walked over to the temporary gambling house of the Liu Family, took out his card, and placed all the money on it. This guy had quite a fortune; there were over forty million on the card, enough to bet heavily against Lin Feng.
The staff at the Liu Family's gambling house remained calm. When they took the card, they exchanged a glance with Liu Jie. Receiving Liu Jie's approving nod, they began placing bets for Amin.
Song Xin was quite pleased with Amin's actions and praised him, "Amin, well done."
Song Xin was a typical case of someone who cared too much about face; he was willing to do anything for appearances but lacked real ability.
Liu Jie did not look pleased. When he first realized that Lin Feng had suddenly stopped to place a bet, he thought Lin Feng was clever for creating momentum before the match. However, with Amin's interference, it seemed that Song Xin had gained the upper hand instead.
In this circle, face was very important; what they referred to as face actually meant prestige on the street. One must not lose face.
Seeing Liu Jie like this, Lin Feng said "Wait for me a moment" and ran off. He needed to find a place to withdraw money from his magic ring. Earlier he had been too lazy to take out cash; now he decided to go all out since earning more couldn't be a bad thing.
As Lin Feng walked towards Song Xin's gambling house with a box in hand, everyone was puzzled about what he intended to do. In this day and age, carrying a box around made it hard for others to think it contained cash because large sums of cash were typically kept in banks. Any significant inflow or outflow of money was done through bank transfers.
Who would carry cash around casually? It was unsafe and cumbersome.
Lin Feng did not explain anything but placed the box on the table of the Song Family Gambling House, opened it, and said, "Bet all of this."
He had won twenty million from Liu Jie's Casino but only spent over a hundred thousand, leaving him with plenty more.
The people at the Song Family Gambling House were even more cautious now. They consulted Song Xin again, which led to another round of scolding from her. Only then did they allow Lin Feng to place his bets.
Lin Feng merely watched coldly; he really didn't understand how someone like Song Xin could have such good fortune. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had endless money and power at her disposal.
However, Lin Feng didn't feel envious. In comparison, he felt much luckier. Not only was he reborn, but he also had special abilities. He was content and felt grateful for what he had.
"You brat, did you really bet your entire fortune?" Liu Jie patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said cheerfully.
Lin Feng knew that Liu Jie was just happy, which made him more casual in his speech.
"Haha... anyway, the more you bet, the more you earn. I won't complain about having too little money," Lin Feng replied, playing along with Liu Jie.
This was something they said for Song Xin to hear.
Having successfully irritated Song Xin again, Lin Feng felt satisfied as he began preparing for the race.
"The countdown begins: 3, 2, 1... Go!" The familiar voice rang out again as the race commenced.
"Boom..." Almost as soon as the race started, Lin Feng and Amin simultaneously revved their engines.
Everyone was a racer and considered themselves skilled; they had that much awareness.
The two cars surged forward together, and for a moment, cheers and engine roars mixed in the air, creating an electrifying atmosphere.
Inside the car, Lin Feng and Liu Jing couldn't hear any of this due to the soundproofing of the windows. Lin Feng's hands moved skillfully on the steering wheel, each action perfectly timed, making Liu Jing's eyes light up with excitement.
Liu Jing agreed to be Lin Feng's Partner largely because she wanted to closely admire Lin Feng's dazzling driving skills again. As a fellow racer, Liu Jing found it much more captivating to watch a driver's movements from inside the car than to observe the vehicle's trajectory from outside.
Of course, there was another reason: Liu Jing hoped to gain insights from Lin Feng's actions.
"Whoosh..." Seizing an opportunity in a turn, Lin Feng executed a drift and passed his opponent.
"This is the chance." Lin Feng pressed the accelerator again, creating a gap of one car length between himself and the other racer.
Next, Lin Feng employed the same tactic, drifting while accelerating, quickly pulling away from his rival.
However, as Lin Feng entered the fourth lap, he suddenly slowed down to only 40 mph.
"Lin Feng, what's wrong?" Liu Jing noticed Lin Feng's unusual behavior and asked.
"Nothing, just waiting for this guy behind us," Lin Feng replied confidently.
"What?" Liu Jing was surprised by Lin Feng's answer, but it was too late; the opponent had already overtaken them.
"Lin Feng, why are you being so careless?" Liu Jing thought that Lin Feng's arrogance had led to this outcome. Just when victory seemed within reach, he allowed the other racer to pass him by such a significant distance; it was hard not to lose under those circumstances.
Song Xin had been watching Lin Feng lead the race, her face nearly turning purple with anxiety. Now that she saw Lin Feng being overtaken, it felt like years of constipation had suddenly cleared up; her face lit up with joy.
Meanwhile, Liu Jie maintained a calm demeanor on the surface but couldn't help feeling a bit frustrated. They had been leading by such a margin and were so close to winning. How could Lin Feng slow down like this? Was he playing games? Liu Jie even began to suspect that Lin Feng had taken a bribe from the opponent and was deliberately letting them win.
Ignoring Liu Jing's comments, Lin Feng further reduced his speed and eventually shifted gears, leisurely cruising around the racetrack.
Yes, at around 20 mph, it could be considered a leisurely drive, right?
Liu Jing was too exasperated to say anything more to Lin Feng. This guy was losing with such shamelessness. Didn't he bet heavily just moments ago? Why give up before the race was even over?
At 2:00, what does it mean if it's not admitting defeat?
However, just as Lin Feng was leisurely driving for a while, Liu Jing saw Amin's car parked on the track.
Well, Lin Feng had just slowed down earlier, but Amin had directly stopped on the track. Were these two going crazy?
Song Xin was also stunned; he had just been cursing Lin Feng in his mind. He naturally noticed that Lin Feng had suddenly reduced his speed. Although he didn't know the reason, he was just happy about it.
Especially when he thought about the reward he would get from his dad when he returned, which was one hundred million. That amount of money would last him a long time.
But now, everything seemed to be drifting further away from him. Damn Amin, why don't you drive? At least push your car off the track!
Liu Jie was initially very disappointed in Lin Feng, but when he saw Amin's car stop, he realized that things were probably not as simple as they appeared.
Thinking about Lin Feng's various abilities, Liu Jie felt that all of this should be related to Lin Feng.
He just found it hard to imagine how Lin Feng managed to do it.
"What’s going on?" Liu Jing glanced at Amin's car parked on the track and asked Lin Feng.
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