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Chapter 578
chapter 0253 part 3
The Middle-aged White Person said with a slightly threatening tone: "You've provoked people you shouldn't have?"
"Hmm? Let me guess? After this race, you opened a betting pool,
Then the two of them participated in the race, but you didn't include them in the betting pool, didn't open any odds, so... shouldn't this be a good thing? The house wins it all!?"
Tang Song propped his chin, looking playfully at the rooster comb Middle-aged White Person in front of him. With his five senses, even without Divine Sense, he could hear what this guy was saying to his Subordinates in exasperation.
At this moment, the rooster comb Middle-aged White Person's face was as ugly as if he were constipated. What this Asian said was correct; this situation was theoretically a house win.
But once those gamblers exposed this matter, and it reached his Leader's Leader, Xincha, he would be dead.
To earn extra money, affecting the Gang's revenue, if this kind of thing were discovered, he would be shot to death. Damn it, he hadn't expected these two rich second-generation kids, who were just playing around, to have such high driving skill.
Looking at the two super sports cars, one white and one red, on the big screen, the rooster comb White Person Middle-aged man regretted it so much his intestines turned green. If he had known to add these two to the betting odds, none of this would be happening now.
"Listen, kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better come up with another four million to settle this!"
The best method the Middle-aged Man could think of was to gather a sum of money for the higher-up Leader to settle this matter. As an ordinary small Leader, he clearly couldn't come up with such a large sum of money, but this Asian driving a super sports car in front of him was clearly a big fat lamb.
"Four million! Is that enough?" Tang Song smiled and extended his hand. A man in black silently emerged from the darkness and respectfully handed Tang Song a checkbook.
Tang Song signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the rooster comb Middle-aged Man: "Here's five million. Since we broke the rules, I'll admit it. Take this, refund the bets to those gamblers, and tell Xincha to give those gamblers some compensation!"
The rooster comb Middle-aged Man looked at the ice-faced Bodyguard who suddenly appeared beside Tang Song, and listened to Tang Song's gentle but thunderous words. He had a bad premonition in his heart.
He tremblingly took the check Tang Song handed over. The moment he saw the signature, he plopped down onto the ground.
It's over, I'm going to be fed to the Demon! He seemed to have gone completely dumbfounded, and a stream of warm water flowed down his pants.
………
"Who won?"
On the two almost scrapped super sports cars, one red and one white, the two girls glared at each other, unconvinced, then turned their gaze to the referee.
"Well, from the race recording, the two of you crossed the finish line simultaneously!"
The referee looked at his Leader, who had been slumped on the ground like an idiot since just now, and stammered in response to the two rich second-generation girls' questioning.
"No way, let's race again!" Zheng Duo En was clearly unconvinced. In terms of skill, she couldn't beat Gu Zi Yun, but could she really not win against her in a car race? A tie? She wouldn't accept it.
"Race if you want to race. Don't go crying to Uncle later!" Gu Zi Yun's baby-faced little face wore a cold laughing smile, which infuriated Zheng Duo En, causing her to explode.
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as the two Little Girls were about to race again, several sports cars quickly drove nearby. Leading the way was a yellow custom-made Bumblebee.
The Bumblebee's car door opened, and a Black Person wearing a T-shirt and short sleeves, limited edition sneakers on his feet, and a gold chain around his neck, jogged into the Runway and came up to Tang Song.
"Boss!"
Xincha lowered his head, not daring to look at Tang Song's face. Sweatdrops poured down from his forehead like rain.
"Boss!"
"Big Boss!"
A group of Big men led by Xincha respectfully bowed to Tang Song, not daring to move. Many underground Racers recognized some of these Big men.
Many of them were organizers of New York underground car races, Gang Leaders.
The leader was Xincha. People who recognized Xincha whispered to those beside them.
Xincha, then this Asian is... Some smart people quickly thought of the name that was like a Demon God in the Underworld. Then the scene of the underground car race suddenly became silent, as if you could hear a pin drop.
"Alright, we've had enough fun. Let's go home!"
Tang Song patted Xincha's shoulder, greeted the clashing Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En, and walked towards the McLaren.
From the dark shadow, seven or eight burly Big men in black suits with ice mountain faces walked out and silently followed behind Tang Song.
Soon, two brand new super sports cars were delivered, identical to the two that Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En had wrecked during their race.
Each of the two Little Girls took one, flooring the accelerator like lightning, turning the road back to the Manor into a Runway.
…………
"Leader! How should we handle them?"
After watching the Big Boss's car drive away, Xincha finally dared to raise his head and wipe the sweat from his forehead. At this time, two Subordinates brought over all the organizers of this underground car race.
"Since it's the Big Boss's instruction, notify those gamblers that this racing bet is void, and everyone's money will be compensated double. As for him, spare his life and handle it according to Gang Rules!"
Xincha couldn't figure out the Big Boss's mind, so he temporarily didn't make these guys disappear into New York Harbor.
"Where are they?!"
When Giselle drove her sports car back to the starting line, which was also the finish line, she was dumbfounded looking at the empty, dark street corner.
Where were all the people who were just here?……………
"Hmm?"
Inside the convertible McLaren, Tang Song had the accelerator floored, racing neck and neck with the cars driven by the two Little Girls.
Suddenly, Tang Song felt something in his Five Yin Pouch vibrate.
Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he took out a transparent gemstone from the Five Yin Pouch. Inside the gemstone, a faint blue energy vortex was flickering.
(End of chapter)
The Middle-aged White Person said with a slightly threatening tone: "You've provoked people you shouldn't have?"
"Hmm? Let me guess? After this race, you opened a betting pool,
Then the two of them participated in the race, but you didn't include them in the betting pool, didn't open any odds, so... shouldn't this be a good thing? The house wins it all!?"
Tang Song propped his chin, looking playfully at the rooster comb Middle-aged White Person in front of him. With his five senses, even without Divine Sense, he could hear what this guy was saying to his Subordinates in exasperation.
At this moment, the rooster comb Middle-aged White Person's face was as ugly as if he were constipated. What this Asian said was correct; this situation was theoretically a house win.
But once those gamblers exposed this matter, and it reached his Leader's Leader, Xincha, he would be dead.
To earn extra money, affecting the Gang's revenue, if this kind of thing were discovered, he would be shot to death. Damn it, he hadn't expected these two rich second-generation kids, who were just playing around, to have such high driving skill.
Looking at the two super sports cars, one white and one red, on the big screen, the rooster comb White Person Middle-aged man regretted it so much his intestines turned green. If he had known to add these two to the betting odds, none of this would be happening now.
"Listen, kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better come up with another four million to settle this!"
The best method the Middle-aged Man could think of was to gather a sum of money for the higher-up Leader to settle this matter. As an ordinary small Leader, he clearly couldn't come up with such a large sum of money, but this Asian driving a super sports car in front of him was clearly a big fat lamb.
"Four million! Is that enough?" Tang Song smiled and extended his hand. A man in black silently emerged from the darkness and respectfully handed Tang Song a checkbook.
Tang Song signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the rooster comb Middle-aged Man: "Here's five million. Since we broke the rules, I'll admit it. Take this, refund the bets to those gamblers, and tell Xincha to give those gamblers some compensation!"
The rooster comb Middle-aged Man looked at the ice-faced Bodyguard who suddenly appeared beside Tang Song, and listened to Tang Song's gentle but thunderous words. He had a bad premonition in his heart.
He tremblingly took the check Tang Song handed over. The moment he saw the signature, he plopped down onto the ground.
It's over, I'm going to be fed to the Demon! He seemed to have gone completely dumbfounded, and a stream of warm water flowed down his pants.
………
"Who won?"
On the two almost scrapped super sports cars, one red and one white, the two girls glared at each other, unconvinced, then turned their gaze to the referee.
"Well, from the race recording, the two of you crossed the finish line simultaneously!"
The referee looked at his Leader, who had been slumped on the ground like an idiot since just now, and stammered in response to the two rich second-generation girls' questioning.
"No way, let's race again!" Zheng Duo En was clearly unconvinced. In terms of skill, she couldn't beat Gu Zi Yun, but could she really not win against her in a car race? A tie? She wouldn't accept it.
"Race if you want to race. Don't go crying to Uncle later!" Gu Zi Yun's baby-faced little face wore a cold laughing smile, which infuriated Zheng Duo En, causing her to explode.
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as the two Little Girls were about to race again, several sports cars quickly drove nearby. Leading the way was a yellow custom-made Bumblebee.
The Bumblebee's car door opened, and a Black Person wearing a T-shirt and short sleeves, limited edition sneakers on his feet, and a gold chain around his neck, jogged into the Runway and came up to Tang Song.
"Boss!"
Xincha lowered his head, not daring to look at Tang Song's face. Sweatdrops poured down from his forehead like rain.
"Boss!"
"Big Boss!"
A group of Big men led by Xincha respectfully bowed to Tang Song, not daring to move. Many underground Racers recognized some of these Big men.
Many of them were organizers of New York underground car races, Gang Leaders.
The leader was Xincha. People who recognized Xincha whispered to those beside them.
Xincha, then this Asian is... Some smart people quickly thought of the name that was like a Demon God in the Underworld. Then the scene of the underground car race suddenly became silent, as if you could hear a pin drop.
"Alright, we've had enough fun. Let's go home!"
Tang Song patted Xincha's shoulder, greeted the clashing Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En, and walked towards the McLaren.
From the dark shadow, seven or eight burly Big men in black suits with ice mountain faces walked out and silently followed behind Tang Song.
Soon, two brand new super sports cars were delivered, identical to the two that Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En had wrecked during their race.
Each of the two Little Girls took one, flooring the accelerator like lightning, turning the road back to the Manor into a Runway.
…………
"Leader! How should we handle them?"
After watching the Big Boss's car drive away, Xincha finally dared to raise his head and wipe the sweat from his forehead. At this time, two Subordinates brought over all the organizers of this underground car race.
"Since it's the Big Boss's instruction, notify those gamblers that this racing bet is void, and everyone's money will be compensated double. As for him, spare his life and handle it according to Gang Rules!"
Xincha couldn't figure out the Big Boss's mind, so he temporarily didn't make these guys disappear into New York Harbor.
"Where are they?!"
When Giselle drove her sports car back to the starting line, which was also the finish line, she was dumbfounded looking at the empty, dark street corner.
Where were all the people who were just here?……………
"Hmm?"
Inside the convertible McLaren, Tang Song had the accelerator floored, racing neck and neck with the cars driven by the two Little Girls.
Suddenly, Tang Song felt something in his Five Yin Pouch vibrate.
Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he took out a transparent gemstone from the Five Yin Pouch. Inside the gemstone, a faint blue energy vortex was flickering.
(End of chapter)
