151: C151 He Drew the Last Number

C151 He Drew the Last Number

"He is indeed the car's king, but Yue Feng, you have already agreed to elder sister's request. Do you still want to escape now?"

Han Yalan laughed as she stared at Yue Feng, as if she was afraid that he would escape.

"Flee?" As long as he doesn't run away. "

Yue Feng waved his hand, turned around and walked under the awning.

Under the shed sat the staff who presided over the race, the members of the racing club.

At this time, Yan Xinghe and the others had also walked over, and were looking at Yue Feng with a complicated expression.

They were all from the upper echelons, so they naturally knew how powerful Chu Tianyu's background was.

"Director Yan, what should we do?"

Fan Qinghua whispered into Yan Xinghe's ear.

"It's fine, let's see how I'll toy with him to death."

Yan Xinghe's eyes were filled with malice.

No matter who you are, since you dare to provoke me, you better be prepared to pay the price!

So they went into the shed.

"Participants, please draw your lots."

The staff member said that he was not interested in the grudges between these young masters.

He swept his eyes over the crowd and then took out a box for drawing lots.

"Sister Lan, please."

Yue Feng said.

Han Yalan smiled and pulled out a slip of paper from the box.

"Number six."

Han Yalan unfolded the paper in front of Yue Feng.

"This number is pretty lucky."

Yue Feng smiled.

Different numbers, different starting times.

However, there were only six participants this time, so Yue Feng was the last to leave.

Although the final result was calculated by running a full round, the person who set off eventually would always have a disadvantage.

Especially when they were deliberately trying to suppress the tempo.

However, Yue Feng didn't mind.

In the face of absolute strength, this was nothing.

Seeing Yue Feng's confident look, Han Yalan smiled and did not say anything else.

No matter what, Yue Feng was here to help her, she still believed in Yue Feng.

Compared to Han Yalan, Chu Tianyu was more relaxed.

In his eyes, there was nothing that Yue Feng couldn't do.

As one of the participants, he had drawn number five.

It happened to be right in front of Yue Feng.

"Brother Yue, please show mercy."

Chu Tian smiled as he spoke, but he was very confident in himself.

After all, his family had so many sports cars, and his own skills weren't bad either.

"Young master Chu, why don't we make a bet?"

Han Yalan said.

"Sister-in-law, what do you want to bet?"

Chu Tianyu asked.

He called her sister-in-law very naturally.

Han Yalan smiled and said:

"I bet he will win the match between you and Yue Feng. How about a million? "

"Oh? "Sure."

Chu Tianyu agreed without hesitation.

He didn't care about this small one million yuan.

The most important thing was still to let his sister-in-law have fun.

Just then, Yan Xinghe and the others walked over to draw their lots.

Yan Xinghe was lucky to have drawn number 2.

Number one, on the other hand, was the subordinate of Yan Xinghe, Fan Qinghua.

As for the remaining people, they were the rich second generations, as well as the two commoners who wanted to turn the tables.

"Yue Feng, why don't we take a gamble too?"

Yan Xinghe turned to look at Yue Feng, a cold smile on his face.

"What do you want to bet?"

"If you win, my Ferrari will be yours, and if you lose, my Lamborghini will be mine."

Yan Xinghe said.

This bet was not small at all. The price of both cars were close to ten million.

This wager had already far exceeded the rewards for this match.

"Sigh, this is too boring."1

Chu Tianyu suddenly spoke without waiting for Yue Feng's reply.

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