No one knows that Wolff, the low-key president of the Saint Sand Group, is also the behind-the-scenes boss of the A Continent Racing Club.
At the sa ti, he is also the big boss of the underground casino in A Continent.
Because of these three identities, on the surface his Saint Sand Group only deals in the business of researching dical equipnt, but secretly he makes a fortune through manipulating the racing business and betting on race rankings.
Quietly making a huge fortune.
The pair of angel wings on the Saint Sand Group’s logo are the golden wings that sweep in the money.
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When Qin Xin arrived at Matthew’s No. 1 racing car.
A large circle of people had already gathered around.
Qin Xin glanced at the blood on the grass, all of it from Matthew hitting his head on the ground.
A lot of blood, but Matthew seed in good spirits, still clutching the steering wheel and refusing to leave: "I can still race, I can continue..."
Uh, the fighting spirit of a robot is indeed formidable.
However.
When the staff pointed to the 30-second per lap ti of Qin Xin on the big screen, Matthew’s pupils contracted, and he was paralyzed as though his strings had been cut.
seconds per lap.
His performance and program could not support this...
Through the crowd, his gaze clashed with Qin Xin’s.
The feeling of being utterly crushed by an opponent made his heart feel like it was short-circuiting...!
Qin Xin took a step forward, just about to say sothing.
But then a large group of A Continent bodyguards ca bustling in, tightly surrounding Matthew, and without a word, carried him onto a stretcher and took him away.
Uh.
A step too late.
Qin Xin held her forehead, she couldn’t openly snatch soone away on the racetrack after all.
Even though so many bodyguards were like small building blocks that she could easily topple.
But at this mont, the race was being broadcast globally... If she didn’t want to reveal her identity and show her skills in front of the whole world...
She could only watch helplessly as Matthew was protected and taken away, unable to get close.
Uh, what a pity.
Really wanted to see if Matthew and the Ice Lake robot were of the sa model.
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At this mont.
Imperial City.
In a residential unit at Yixiu Court.
The television screen was broadcasting the live race from A Continent.
Ao Xinghao, Hu Yi, Huo Zhen, and Song Anjing were staring intently at the screen.
"Sister Xin is really Sister Xin, this score control technique is amazing, I can’t believe the previous 1 minute and 1 second was just her driving casually, 30 seconds is her true speed, I’m impressed."
"Sister Xin avenged Rain God, made the A Continent racer crash too, hahaha..."
"Sigh, if I had known Xin’s winter vacation was for racing, I would have prepared a plane ticket sooner, what a miscalculation." Ao Xinghao was the most frustrated.
Everyone else was also frustrated.
Oh, can only watch Sister Xin on TV.
And because Sister Xin was wearing a mask and hat all the ti, to be precise, we could only see Sister Xin’s always calm phoenix eyes.
"I’ve never looked forward to the school term starting this much in my life." Hu Yi sighed.
" too."
"Count in."
"Seconded!"
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Imperial First Hospital.
Operating room.
Nalan Ye Jue calmly listened to the doctor’s diagnosis and final conclusion.
"Then proceed with the surgery imdiately."
He was very decisive.
Bai Chi, standing by his hospital bed, was full of tears: "Jue, are you really going to remove the tissue infected due to allergies?"
Nalan Ye Jue: "Is there another choice?"
Bai Chi, with a mournful face: "No... it’s just, just thinking about you losing another piece of flesh from your knee, it makes ache!"
Nalan Ye Jue was very calm: "It’s not like it hasn’t happened before."
Bai Chi: "But Jue, you’re allergic to anesthetics, without anesthesia you’ll be in unbearable pain."
Nalan Ye Jue casually glanced at the clock on his phone.
"The A Continent race is about to start, play the video."
Bai Chi, puzzled: "Jue, at a ti like this, you’re still watching racing!"
Nalan Ye Jue coolly gave him a sideways glance: "This isn’t racing."
Bai Chi, dumbfounded: "If it’s not racing, what is it?"
"It’s Master’s anesthetic."
Nalan Ye Jue, unfazed, stared at the lively figure on the screen!
[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Fairies are Master’s sleeping pills!]
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