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Sun Zhao knew some of Qi Jin's secrets and came over to say: "I also want to join in the wager. Li Sha, you are a local, so you should ask the owners to accept our wager."

"You really are one family. You lose your life when you see gambling."

Lisa muttered, turning away.

Not long after, Lisa brought back a man in a suit and said, "Miss Sun, Mr. Qi, what do you guys want to bet? Let's talk."

The man in the suit was very polite, he smiled and said: "You must be the Mr. Qi. Hello, my name is Mi Le."

Mi Le was the only one who did not value Qi Jin's outer appearance.

Ever since they had arrived in Europe, Qi Jin's ordinary appearance had been disregarded by everyone here. He was the most popular among them all.

In contrast, Qi Jin became even dimmer.

It was not because Mi Le was knowledgeable about heroes and knew that Qi Jin liked to gamble, but because from what Mi Le knew, all the eastern people would place their money on the men, because the eastern women were too weak and did not have the ability to protect their property.

Since Qi Jin wanted to join the wager, then the person who paid must be a man like Qi Jin.

Only then did Mi Le greet Qi Jin. As for the beautiful Sun Zhao, he was ignored.

Qi Jin was very happy, and secretly praised Mi Le for his intelligence, and how he knew the true Buddha.

Shaking hands with Mi Le, he said: "Mr. Mi Le, how many bets do you plan to accept? "I'd like to ask, is your game protected by the police?"

Qi Jin did not understand the background of the gangs here.

"How is that possible?"

Mi Le was more shrewd as he guessed Qi Jin's thoughts, and said: "Miss Li Sha, you can confirm this here, but our credibility is guaranteed."

"If credibility can be relied on, do we still need a law?"

Qi Jin said unhappily.

Mi Le was also very unhappy, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said: "Then, what kind of guarantee does Mr. Qi need?"

"I want to speak directly with your supervisor."

Qi Jin remembered someone saying that if they wanted to negotiate a big business deal, the only way was to find the person with the highest status.

Only the higher-ups were more reliable with their words. The people below didn't mean what they said because they didn't care.

"Please rest assured Mr. Qi, I am in charge of racing gambling."

Mi Le said proudly.

Qi Jin did not realize that the young Mi Le was actually still a leader, and asked: "Can you guys accept as many bets as possible?"

"Does Mr. Qi want to bet on Mai Ke winning or win by himself?"

Mi Le wanted to find out if Qi Jin and Mai Ke had an agreement in private.

If Qi Jin and Mai Ke were to work together to dig a hole, he would have to be more careful. If the two participants came to an agreement beforehand, it would directly affect the outcome of the competition.

"Of course I'm betting on myself."

Qi Jin said without hesitation.

Mi Le was slightly relieved. Just now, Mai Ke had bet on him winning.

Mi Le had already accepted Mai Ke's bet.

He said, "Then, what does Mr. Qi plan to do with the investment?"

"What's the ratio of the payout now?"

Qi Jin did not bet blindly.

"Three to one, as Mr. Qi is a new person, no one wants to win against you, Mai Ke was once the third consecutive champion of GP, if you buy it, you will definitely win."

Mi Le encouraged.

If Qi Jin voted for Mai Ke to win, they would know without needing to prove anything. There would definitely be a tacit understanding between the two competitors.

"That's only natural, since Mai Ke bought himself to win, then I bought myself to win too."

Qi Jin looked at Sun Zhao and asked: "Xiao Zhao, how much can you invest?"

"I can only use about $500 million in Canadian dollars, or around $500 million in euros. The exchange rate between Canadian dollars and euros is about the same."

Sun Zhao shook the phone in her hand, meaning that she had just checked the internet for an account.

"I only have five million euros."

Qi Jin did not have much money.

It was only then that Mi Le realised that he had wrongly acknowledged the great god. The true great god was Sun Zhao, a wealthy woman.

Mi Le corrected his mistake quickly. He closed in on Sun Zhao and said: "Miss Sun, do you plan to bet 500 million on Mr. Qi to win? As long as you have confidence, you'll earn 1.5 billion in the blink of an eye. "

Mi Le tried his best to encourage them.

He didn't think that Qi Jin would win either, the wager that Sun Zhao had placed became Mi Le's wager, this was a rare opportunity.

In Mi Le's opinion, Qi Jin and Sun Zhao were the kind of people who had a lot of money and foolishness.

Sun Zhao did not expect to lose, as she had always been full of confidence in Qi Jin.

With a wave of his hand, a man in a suit eagerly brought out a computer.

Mi Le introduced and said: "Miss Sun, please let us hurry. As long as you have enough money, our bet will officially begin."

With Sun Zhao, the financial backer, here, Mi Le immediately forgot about the five million.

was always a straightforward person. With a flick of her fingers, she transferred almost 500 million euros that belonged to her and 5 million euros to Mi Le's middle account.

This account did not belong to Mi Le, nor did it belong to the Renton Triad, but it was guaranteed by the Swiss Bank and was temporarily placed in the Swiss Bank's account. Even if something happened to the bet and Sun Zhao did not confirm it, Mi Le would not be able to take away the money.

This was a method taken from a horse gambler. When a horse gambler gambled, a minute before the referee let go of the fence, any gambler could bet.

When the wager was placed in the hands of the middle guarantor, it would normally be handled by a bank with a very high reputation. If a person broke the promise, the bank would send an experienced lawyer to sue the person who broke the promise.

The underworld organization would also send people to follow up, but they used bloody underworld rules.

Generally speaking, the rules of the underworld were more harsh than the law.

Violation of the law would only lead to imprisonment, and violation of the rules of the underworld would lead to death.

An hour later, those who had placed their bets had completed their procedures. At this moment, those who wore suits were the busiest. Their fingers were constantly tapping on the keyboard, and the funds in their accounts were flowing out like a tide.

Mai Ke very arrogantly sat on top of the Hovis locomotive, and from time to time, he performed a highly technical performance on the flat ground. He either used the locomotive to drift in the air or to suddenly increase his speed, causing the locomotive to roar like a wild beast.

This was the warm-up before the match. It allowed the Driver to enter a state of competition, allowing him to adjust from acceleration to turning, to slowing down, to accelerating again.

Qi Jin did not dare to be negligent, and was preparing for the competition from the other side.

The two participants felt that the warm-up had been completed, and arrived in front of a device that was emitting both red and green light. When the red light started to enter the countdown second by second, Mai Ke and Qi Jin's right hands would lightly twist the handrail of the locomotive from time to time. That was where the throttle was controlled.

A soul-stirring soprano.

Lisa cutely clapped her hands and shouted, "Five, four, three, two, one."

Not waiting for her to shout out "Begin!"

With these two words, Qi Jin and Mai Ke released their grips on each other.

Qi Jin didn't have any experience in racing cars, so with the sudden increase in speed of the locomotive, his body swayed a little. Originally, he had bent down, but as he moved, his body moved up by no more than twenty degrees.

His hands were connected to his body, and after he lifted his body, the throttle on his right hand loosened a little, slowing down his oiling speed.

Just at this moment, Mai Ke's locomotive whizzed past.

He quickly dashed out, leaving the newbie Qi Jin a distance of thirty meters behind.

That's the difference. A veteran racer knows how to use his experience to beat his opponent.

The two of them sped up at the same time, the locomotive circling like a meteor chasing the moon on the tarmac at the far end of the stadium.

A man with a red flag was standing by the starting line.

Every time the locomotive made a circle, he waved the red flag to show that he had run a circle.

A circle of two thousand meters would only take eighteen seconds.

Qi Jin looked at the speed meter, and saw that the needle was close to reaching 300 kilometers.

Because the ring was in a circle, they had to slow down during the turning. The bike tilted to increase the friction, and this was the most dangerous moment. If the angle was too high, the bike would fall and the Driver would roll away.

Insufficient tilt angle, speed can only continue to slow down, can not reach the best speed.

After walking two rounds, Qi Jin found the pattern. He summoned the small piece of wood to help him cheat and made his body become lighter.

Losing weight would be equivalent to increasing the power of the locomotive, which would be able to run much faster.

As to what method the small piece of wood used to lighten the weight of his body, Qi Jin did not even consider the reason.

In any case, as long as he needed it, the small piece of wood would be able to inject a mysterious power into him, allowing him to achieve what Qi Jin wanted him to do.

When they had started moving, Qi Jin had been left behind by more than thirty meters. After the first lap, the two were separated by more than a hundred meters. After the second lap, there was a hundred and fifty meters.

From the side, the distance was very far.

People needed to turn their heads in order to move from Mai Ke, who was in front of them, to Qi Jin and not be able to see two people at the same time from the corner of their eyes.

The majority of the audience were disappointed by Qi Jin's performance, as they thought that he would be the only one to perform in the next round.

Qi Jin had basically already been eliminated.

Sun Zhao still had confidence in her husband, and she shouted loudly: "Hubby, good luck, you will definitely win."

Although the shouts were loud, Qi Jin could only hear the whistling wind beside his ears, and could not hear the shouts of others at all. In his eyes, there were only bends that could be heard one after another.

Constant deceleration, tilt, acceleration, re-deceleration, tilt, acceleration... These movements need to be handled with great care, and if you are not careful, the car will be destroyed.

The Driver was clad in a professional helmet, but the rest of his body was unprotected. Once he fell, he would lose a large chunk of his muscles and bones just by rubbing against the ground.

Upon coming into contact with its vital parts, it immediately lost its life.