263: Chapter 252: How Much Money Can Be Placed 263: Chapter 252: How Much Money Can Be Placed “Hey, isn’t that Xiao Qian?
Why aren’t you hanging out in your Yu Hang turf?
What makes you so interested in Sunan all of a sudden?” A guy with bleached hair approached, arm draped around a woman.
“I don’t need to report my moves to you, do I?” Xiao Qian cast a glance and said, “What’s with the new chick?
Looks like her chest is store-bought, am I right?”
As soon as she uttered these words, the woman’s face turned green.
She had snagged a rich suitor primarily through her ample bust, only to be accused of having implants.
This was more than she could bear, but before she could open her mouth, Bai Mao chuckled and said, “No need for you to worry about my babe.
Who’s that guy behind you?
Your sugar daddy?
Didn’t expect the famous Xiao Qian to play that game too.”
“Heh, he’s just my brother-in-law, brought him along for some fun,” Xiao Qian said with a smirk.
“Your brother-in-law?
Your sister got herself a boyfriend?
Looking at his scrawny figure, he wouldn’t last long in bed, would he?
Think he can satisfy you two sisters?” Bai Mao grabbed his crotch as he sneered.
“Why don’t you just follow big brother home?
I promise you a wild night, and baby, I’ve got abs.”
“Just keep enjoying your boob job girl,” Xiao Qian said disdainfully.
“Ha!
This is a supercar club; we play with cars, babe.
How about we race a couple of laps?” Bai Mao licked his lips with an eager look.
“Race?
Why not?
But I’ll let this guy race you instead,” Xiao Qian said, “What’s the bet?”
“If I lose, pick any car from my collection.
If you lose, you and your brother-in-law spend the night with me.” This proposition startled Song Yun; this little bastard had some twisted tastes, playing with both women and men?
Goddamn, real freaky shit.
“This…” Xiao Qian hesitated after hearing the offer, thinking it would be okay for Song Yun to stay, but what about her, a proper lady?
“What?
Scared to play now?
Even the great Qian is afraid?
Well, I guess betting your first time on an unreliable man is nerve-wracking, but remember, it was your idea to let your brother-in-law race against me.” Bai Mao’s laughter grew while he blatantly felt up his girl.
“Can you handle it?” Xiao Qian turned to look at Song Yun, her eyes filled with worry.
Although she brought him here to put him in his place and show these people that reaching for her was way over his head, it seemed like he had been the one pushing her around, which was suffocating her.
When a man is asked by a woman if he can handle it, he can’t just back down; Song Yun stood tall and said proudly, “Nope.”
Bai Mao burst into laughter, gazing at Song Yun with intense slyness.
Sticking his head forward, he laughed, “Bro, in front of ladies, you can’t say ‘no,’ Even if you can’t handle it, you shouldn’t admit it.”
“Capable or not, pretending always ends badly,” Song Yun said softly.
“You’re rather interesting, you know, today’s race suddenly stuck to you.
Since you admitted you can’t, I’ll step back a bit.
How about I add another car to the bet?
Think about it, two top-notch sports cars, imagine how cool that would be.”
“This…” Song Yun feigned an intrigued and hesitant look.
“Then you gotta go easy on me, I can drive, but racing isn’t my thing.”
“Deal.” Bai Mao pushed the woman from his embrace and took out a bunch of car keys from his waist, “Pick any two from these as our stakes.
I’m straightforward; even the cheapest key here is worth between five and six million.
Just grab any.”
Song Yun, unfamiliar with the car key brands, glanced at Xiao Qian, who understandingly went up and picked two of the most expensive keys, saying, “Brother-in-law, whether I can safely get home today, depends on you.”
“Ha!
I’ve already booked a room in a five-star hotel, a presidential suite.
We’ll have a blast until dawn, the four of us,” Bai Mao licked his lips and hee-heed.
“Hope you won’t let me down; my hands are restless already.”
As the night progressed, the racing gang grew more excited.
Although it was just past eight in the evening, over thirty to forty people had already gathered in the club, each eager upon hearing about the stakes.
“Bai Mao, you’re racing with the god of cars today?”
“I’m the banker, odds are twenty to one on Bai Mao losing, two to one on this pretty boy losing.
Place your bets fast; I’m closing the book soon.”
Damn, these folks really have nothing better to do, Song Yun thought as he worried about his worth—why the hell did losing make the bastard twenty to one while his loss was only two to one?
Clearly, they were looking down on him.
Song Yun pulled out a checkbook from his pocket and asked the man opening the book, “What’s the max I can bet?”
“Ha, one million tops, how much you betting?” the man said.
“Betting one million on myself.” After signing a check for one million, Song Yun said, “How come none of you have any faith in me?
This is really disappointing.”
“You little shit, Bai Mao is the acknowledged car god of Sunan; you’re bound to lose, dumbass, betting a million on yourself.” A woman with heavy makeup jumped out and flipped him off.
“I’m putting one million on this guy.” Since Xiao Qian brought Song Yun along, they couldn’t lose face.
Noticing that there was only one lonely check on Song Yun’s side, Xiao Qian added another.
“Ha, Xiao Qian, are you out of your mind?
You and Bai Mao might go fifty-fifty at best.
You think this pretty boy is better than you?”
“Can’t help it, he’s my brother-in-law,” Xiao Qian shrugged.
“If I lose this million, it’ll buy you guys supper.”
Look, look, city folks really know how to play—spending a million on supper, damn, they could never eat it all.
Song Yun smirked and said, “Still, my little sister has good taste; watch brother-in-law win all their money.”
“Alright, alright, let’s stop the noise.
Now, young man, are you planning to run on the road or just race on the club’s track?” Bai Mao, all smiles, asked Song Yun.
“It’s too dark, let’s skip the night road.
We’ll just casually race on the track,” Song Yun said bashfully.
“But if you insist on the night road, I’ll just have to put my life on the line with you gentlemen.”
“No way, you’re my little lamb tonight; can’t have you dying on me halfway through,” Bai Mao shook his head.
Running on the roads, especially mountain trails at night, was fraught with dangers—a slight misjudgment could send both the car and driver tumbling down a cliff—and he definitely planned on having a fun trio run until dawn tonight; he couldn’t afford to carelessly let Song Yun die.