Chapter 72: A One-Sided Bet

  "The three-day deadline has arrived." In Zhou Haibin's private detective agency, a man in black suddenly appeared, his eyes as cold as knives staring straight at Zhou Haibin, making him involuntarily shiver all over and tremble with fear.

  "I..."

  Just as Zhou Haibin had spoken halfway, a gleaming dagger appeared in the hand of the man in black, flipping up and down like a butterfly flying through a cluster of flowers.

  The words that followed made Zhou Haibin swallow hard, his Adam's apple moved up and down, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but the dry, fiery throat did not get any relief, instead it became even more painful.

  The man in black moved his lips, but didn't speak. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked his red lips, revealing a hint of excitement in his eyes.

  This feeling made Zhou Haibin's whole body even colder, his face quickly turned white, and his voice was also a little hoarse: "After so many days of investigation, I only found that one person is the most suspicious."

  "Who?" The black-clad man's icy voice was devoid of emotion, but his eyes betrayed a hint of excitement and bloodlust.

  "Chu Feng." Saving his life was the most important thing, although Zhou Haibin couldn't be certain if it was Chu Feng who did it, but that day Lin Ruoyi and Qin Fang had asked him to find Chu Feng, and later Lin Ruoyi even called him after the black-clad person arrived, telling him not to look for him anymore, which made his heart skip a beat.

  Afterwards, he heard some trivial matters one after another. After putting these things together, he felt that Chu Feng was the most suspicious.

  Just want to confirm that it is Chu Feng, then you must know whether his martial arts skills have reached the point where he can kill Yu Yang and Zhang Shijie.

  "Where is he?" The black-clad man's voice finally had a hint of fluctuation, and his eyebrows also slightly raised.

  "Fushan Avenue!" Life and death were right in front of him, Zhou Haibin had no choice, he told everything he knew.

  The man in black flashed by, and only then did Zhou Haibin feel relieved, collapsing onto the seat.

  ……

  As Chu Feng and Ren Yitian entered the car separately.

  The crowd on Fushan Avenue was crowded with onlookers, and suddenly dispersed, leaving a vacant space in the middle.

  A brand-new Ferrari in fiery red and a dirty Land Rover are parked side by side, looking very out of place.

  A woman with only two small pieces of cloth covering her chest and a bikini that was too short to be any shorter, stood in front of the car of Chu Feng and Ren Zhiyuan.

  "Are you ready?" She licked her long tongue around her crimson lips, smiling seductively and twisting her enticing waist, asking in a sultry voice.

  The beauty saw Chu Feng and Ren Zhiyuan nodding at the same time, so she exaggeratedly pulled a handful from her chest, and forcibly pulled out a bright red bra from the two pieces of cloth that were not very covering in front of her chest. She held it high above her head and waved it in the air.

  "If any of you win, I'll be his tonight!" The beauty blinked her sparkling eyes and the colorful cup cover in mid-air suddenly fell: "Start!"

  Ren Zhiyuan's Ferrari, like a flash of lightning, rushed out directly, bringing up the wild wind, blowing up the two pieces of cloth in front of the beauty's chest, revealing the tender pink cherries inside.

  "Go for it!" Lin Ruo Yi waved her small fist, seeing that Chu Feng's Rui Hu was still standing in place, she couldn't help but want to rush up and participate in the competition herself.

  Qin Fang and Li Qingmei's hearts also lifted at once, what's going on, the car itself is not as good as Ren Zhiyuan, and it's already lagging behind at the starting line, that's really incomparable.

  In the crowd, a commotion ensued, with no one understanding what had just happened to Chu Feng.

  Chu Feng was also anxious, it wasn't that he didn't want to run, but the coordination between him and the Wind Fire Wheels had once again appeared problematic.

  After trying a few times, he had to give up with great frustration, and then stepped on the accelerator by himself. The Ruihu finally slowly ran out in front of everyone's astonished eyes, and slowly disappeared into the black night sky.

  On the scene, with the departure of the two cars, it boiled up again.

  "It's placed! It's placed!" A voice shouted loudly into the loudspeaker, drowning out everyone else's voices.

  Just at the spot where the two cars had just run out, a dozen or so people had already opened their mouths and made bets.

  "The next big winner, 30 to 1!" The young man holding the loudspeaker shouted in a tempting voice.

  "Ah, this ratio is too low!" In the venue, as soon as it was announced that Ren Zhiyuan had a 30-to-1 ratio, a wave of discontented whispers broke out.

  The boy holding a loudspeaker let out a cold laugh: "Since you think this is low, there's something higher, you can go ask Chu Feng to win!"

  Then he loudly announced: "Chu Feng wins, 1 to 20, the odds are now open, those who want to place a bet hurry up."

  As soon as he said start, many people immediately surrounded him, holding up money in their hands and passing it over in a flurry.

  But without exception, all of them are betting on Ren Zhiyuan's win.

  "Brother, why don't we buy Chu Feng's winning odds?" Someone who was very envious of Chu Feng's odds quietly asked his friend beside him.

  "Whatever, the odds are high, but it's a one-way bet. Although Ren Da Shao's odds are low, they're stable and guaranteed to win. Isn't this obvious?" He said disdainfully to his friend beside him, then handed over the money he was holding to the bookmaker, shouting: "I'm betting 10,000 yuan on Ren Da Shao!"

  His friend beside him hesitated for a moment and finally followed behind him, putting his bet on Ren Zhiyuan.

  Such things have been staged endlessly in the empty venue.

  Even if the odds are small, you still have to pay. A thousand ants can kill an elephant, and this logic is understood by the boy holding a loudspeaker.

  He didn't expect that things would turn out so unexpectedly, and the crowd of people who placed bets were surprisingly consistent, all putting their stakes on Ren Zhiyuan.

  Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and in his heart, he didn't feel that Chu Feng had any hope of winning.

  The young man's name was Jiang Yu, and he was also a big shot in Pinghai. He had always been responsible for the underground racing bets, but today's situation was still his first encounter.

  He felt his lips were dry, and he swallowed hard with a mouthful of saliva, but his throat still felt like it was on fire, burning painfully, while the crowd below was still surging forward in frenzy.

  So he finally decided that in the future, he would definitely increase the proportion of bets. With a professional smile and a loud voice full of momentum, he shouted: "Alright, since the previous bet has reached a certain proportion, I announce that from now on, we will adjust the odds."

  His words immediately caused dissatisfaction among many people, and in the midst of frantic shouting, Jiang Yu quietly wiped a cold sweat: "Now adjusting, Ren Da Shao 50 to 1, Chu Feng 1 to 30. Those who are optimistic about Chu Feng, hurry up and place your bets!"

  Just such an adjustment still couldn't change the one-sided situation on site.

  Instead, it made the people on site betting even more feel that Ren Zhiyuan had already won the game, and they bet even harder.

  But in a short while, the bet on Ren Zhiyuan's body had already reached an astonishing 5 million.

  But what was pressing on Chu Feng's body was only a few thousand, this ratio was really astonishing. Jiang Yu's cold sweat on his forehead flowed like a column, and his face also turned somewhat pale. If things continued like this, he feared that the money he had worked hard to earn would all be lost.

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