Several men's faces instantly darkened.
Wasn't this exactly what they had just said?
Now that it was being used against them, it felt incredibly ironic.
"Young Master Zhang! Go!"
"Accelerate, accelerate! Speed up!"
The men quickly shouted towards the racetrack.
However, they were unaware that Young Master Zhang had already cracked the back of the brown horse. Not only had its speed not increased, but it had actually slowed down considerably.
Young Master Zhang looked ahead. He couldn't see Mo Jialong's shadow anywhere.
"You beast! Run!"
Young Master Zhang whipped it again.
It was clearly visible that blood and flesh flew from the horse's back!
With a "thump!"
The brown horse finally collapsed under the immense strain, its front legs giving out, and it fell to the ground.
Young Master Zhang, who was wielding the whip on its back, widened his eyes in an instant.
He felt his body become like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, and with a "whoosh!" he was sent flying.
Fortunately, Young Master Zhang had practiced martial arts since childhood, and his reactions were much quicker than ordinary people. He quickly twisted his body to land on his back, crashing to the ground.
Due to the immense inertia, Young Master Zhang slid more than ten meters across the track before coming to a stop.
Looking at the long skid marks behind him, Young Master Zhang felt a lingering fear.
If he had landed face-first, his face would likely have been disfigured on the spot!
"We won, we won!"
A young man not far away cheered excitedly.
As for those few men, their faces were uglier than if they had eaten dozens of pounds of rat droppings.
Mo Jialong also finished the race at this moment, driving his black horse back.
Looking at the disheveled Young Master Zhang, Mo Jialong said mockingly, "Grandson, why don't you kneel down and call me grandpa!"
"You!" Young Master Zhang angrily got up from the ground, glaring fiercely at Mo Jialong.
"How dare you make Young Master Zhang kneel? You brat, you're tired of living!"
The few men also snapped back to reality and quickly reprimanded him.
They now had only one option: to use Young Master Zhang's status to suppress the opponent.
After all, if it got out that they had made someone kneel and call them grandpa, they would never be able to hold their heads up again in their lives!
Mo Jialong sneered, "If you can't play fair, don't play. Now that you've lost, you want to renege. Are you even men?!"
Young Master Zhang's face darkened, "It's my horse that was useless. Otherwise, how could I have lost to trash like you?!"
"Oh? Is that so? But when we made the bet, why didn't you switch to a more capable horse?" Mo Jialong retorted.
"I!" Young Master Zhang was rendered speechless by the question.
His earlier confidence and arrogance had vanished without a trace.
"Nothing more to say?"
Mo Jialong's lips curved upwards, and he pointed to the ground: "No matter who you are, you lost today, and you must kneel and call me grandpa!"
"What a bold statement. Even if your father were here, he might not have your courage!" Young Master Zhang no longer intended to hide his identity.
A man beside him spoke up, "You brat, do you know Young Master Zhang's identity? If I told you, I'm sure it would scare you to death!"
"Oh? Then I'd like to see if you can scare me to death." Mo Jialong said dismissively.
The other young men also wore expressions of contempt.
In terms of family background, who could compare to the Longhua Mo family!
"Young Master Zhang is the direct young master of the Zhang family in Jianghai! Zhang Yehao!" The man from before said proudly.
A young man scoffed, "The Zhang family of Jianghai? What's that?"
However, before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.
Moreover, their expressions gradually became exaggerated! Their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
"You, what did you say? He, he's from the Zhang family of Jianghai?"
Their own backgrounds were not ordinary, and they were very clear about the existence of aristocratic families.
"Brat, you know fear now? Where's your courage from earlier? The courage that Goddess Liang gave you? Used up? Didn't you want to make Young Master Zhang kneel? Come on, if you have the guts, say it again!"
Seeing the young man in front of him completely stunned, the man's attitude became increasingly arrogant. He poked the young man's chest repeatedly, questioning him.
The young man retreated repeatedly, his eyes filled with panic.
How could they have imagined that they would encounter someone from an aristocratic family here!
"Slap!"
Just as the man was about to poke the young man's chest again.
A horsewhip suddenly lashed out, striking the man's arm.
"Ah!"
The man cried out in pain, clutching his arm and stumbling back a few steps, glaring angrily at Mo Jialong.
"You sycophantic dog! As my stable hand, you dare to bully my brother? Is this how you serve me as a dog?!"
"You, you dare to call me a dog?!" The man was furious.
But seeing the horsewhip in Mo Jialong's hand, he didn't dare to make any further trouble.
"Aren't you?" Mo Jialong retorted.
The man was almost choked with anger.
Zhang Yehao couldn't stand it any longer and said coldly, "You brat, how dare you hit my man! You have a lot of nerve!"
Now that his identity had been revealed, he was no longer afraid of Mo Jialong.
However, since Mo Jialong had his brother-in-law Chen Mo, he was not afraid of the Zhang family at all. He said coldly, "Grandson, don't think I'm really afraid of you just because you're from an aristocratic family. Today, I will make you kneel and call me grandpa, or you won't leave here!"
"Brat, it seems you truly don't know how to write the word 'death'. Soon, you will regret everything you've said today!"
Saying this, Zhang Yehao took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Calling for backup, huh? You think I won't?!" Mo Jialong took out his phone and dialed a number as well.
"Hello, brother-in-law, I'm being bullied at your stable." As soon as the call was connected, Mo Jialong said in a seemingly wronged tone.
These words made everyone's faces twitch.
Damn it, this is being bullied? They were the ones being bullied!
"Who?" Chen Mo, who was driving, asked faintly upon hearing this.
"He said he's from an aristocratic family, the Zhang family of Jianghai, and even a direct young master!" Mo Jialong said, pretending to cry.
"What!"
After hearing this, Chen Mo slammed on the brakes, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Just moments ago, he had learned from someone that the influential figure named Zhang in Jianghai City was indeed from the Zhang family.
He hadn't expected that before he could find trouble with the Zhang family, they would have already come to Longhua.
Mo Jialong was suddenly confused.
From his understanding of Chen Mo, he shouldn't have such a strong reaction upon hearing about an aristocratic family, right?
Could it be?
"Brother-in-law, this, this Zhang family, even you can't afford to offend them?" Mo Jialong couldn't help but ask.
The man beside him burst into laughter. "Hahaha!"
"Brat, the Zhang family is an aristocratic family! And Young Master Zhang is a direct descendant of the Zhang family. Even if your father came personally, it wouldn't matter, let alone your brother-in-law!"
Mo Jialong's heart sank.
He thought, it's over, I've really overplayed my hand this time.
But at this moment, Chen Mo's voice sounded again: "Tell Lu Wanhua to break their legs. If anyone is allowed to leave today, he'll be kicked out of the stable!"