Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 170: Overestimating Oneself

"Okay, let's go one more round; it's not about the money."

"Damn it, I can't sleep at night until I beat him."

Yang Fei's arrogant provocation completely infuriated Brother Song.

It wasn't just about standing up for Fang Tang anymore.

The result of the race was now about the face and dignity of this group of rich young masters.

The third round of racing started quickly, with the stakes still at ten million.

Unfortunately, Song Pin lost miserably again.

This ti it was a bit closer, he lost by only 0.0004 seconds.

Brother Song watched as Yang Fei, with a thieving grin, took the ten-million yuan check from his hands, nearly driving him insane.

Damn it, just 0.0004 seconds short, and I've lost another ten million.

Having lost thirty million in a row, Brother Song felt completely weak.

This was at least the profit of two quarters for the corporate group under his na.

If people found out he used corporate funds for gambling and reported it to the board of directors.

He, as the CEO, would be imdiately dismissed and would even face legal action.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe in this evil, Song Pin, let's race again."

Brother Song, like a gambler with red eyes, yelled fiercely.

He had completely lost his reason, "This ti, let's bet thirty million, succeed or die."

Song Pin hesitated.

He could already feel that Yang Fei's top speed limit was just that.

One more ti, and he might really turn things around.

As he was hesitating, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the McLaren behind Yang Fei.

The consecutive defeats had made Song Pin wary of that sports car.

Suddenly, his gaze was magnetically locked onto sothing.

In the driver's seat of the convertible, lay two or three casually discarded cigarette butts.

One of the butts was still not completely extinguished, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Song Pin was sure that the still burning cigarette butt had been thrown down by Yang Fei during the race.

What did that imply?

It implied that in the rapidly changing race just now, this guy hadn't exerted his full strength against him.

He even had the leisure to smoke!

Even, this tiny margin of 0.000-sothing seconds could have been deliberately conceded by him.

So as not to let him lose too badly and lose the confidence to continue betting, so as to keep racing, keep winning money.

The villain!

Song Pin completely broke down.

Thinking that this guy maliciously controlled the difference in the race results, like fishing, winning thirty million from Brother Song,

Song Pin felt an impulse to smash his head into sothing.

Monster!

Brother Song saw that Song Pin wasn't speaking, just staring blankly at a specific spot in the car, as if he were a statue.

He thought Song Pin was afraid to gamble again, and felt slightly annoyed.

Brother Song took a step forward, following Song Pin's line of sight, and spotted the cigarette butts in the car.

He snorted heavily, just about to say sothing, when he suddenly sensed sothing was off.

The next second, Brother Song looked at Song Pin with wide eyes, "That cigarette butt, could it be..."

At this point, he had thought of a possibility and didn't dare to continue.

But his eyes, seeking confirmation, looked at Song Pin.

Song Pin knew what Brother Song was thinking and nodded with a bitter smile.

"Indeed, it was the cigarette he smoked while racing."

"Honestly, with such speed, and he still had ti to smoke, I can't understand how he managed it."

As they spoke, both couldn't help but look towards Yang Fei in the distance.

Not far away, Yang Fei held three checks in his hand, chuckling.

"See? Thirty million. Whoever beats gets to keep this thirty million."

"Dare to gamble one more ga? Ha ha, actually, my driving skills are pretty lousy."

The young rich guys eyed the checks in his hands, all tempted and eager to try.

Though Song Pin was formidable, even a horse stumbles, and people make mistakes.

Maybe it was his own fault that he failed and let this odd-job man from the hotel win.

If it were one of them in his place, they might make a tidy profit, even gaining face in front of everyone else.

For a mont, everyone shared the sa heart and mindset.

A few naive rich guys were also sowhat tempted and eager to try.

Brother Song, listening to Yang Fei's tone which sounded like how Wolf Grandma would cajole the kids, had an instant nervous breakdown.

He swore that in his entire life, he had never seen such a cunning and shaless villain!

Seeing three rich young n who were like little white rabbits about to place their bets and race with Yang Fei again.

Brother Song rushed over like he was putting out a fire, his eyes wide.

"You three blind fools, get lost!"

In this group of people, Brother Song was highly respected.

Although the three rich young n were reluctant, none dared to confront Brother Song and could only walk away sullenly.

Seeing his easy prey about to fly away, Yang Fei stretched his neck and shouted, "Hey, why leave when things were going so well? Are we still gambling?"

"How about I bet ten million, and you bet five hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand okay? Two hundred thousand then..."

Brother Song, seeing Yang Fei still bluffing, scoffed coldly, giving him a sideways glance.

He said indifferently, "I never would have guessed that Mr. Yang was an expert at playing the fool to catch the wise. I accidentally fell for your trick."

Yang Fei nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, saying indifferently, "If you're to bla, it's just because you're stupid."

"I'm naturally a tiger; I don't need to pretend to be anything else. If you ekly hand over your money to , I can't just not accept it, can I?"

The mory of this bastard, during the race, directing other cars to trouble him, made Yang Fei irate.

He spoke without any courtesy.

The chill in Brother Song's eyes suddenly turned ten tis colder.

He said blandly, "I don't care whether you're a dragon or a tiger. In any case, my money isn't easy to take. Be careful you don't break your hand."

Smack!

As soon as he finished his sentence, his cheek was struck by a heavy slap.

The slap was so heavy that it saw Brother Song seeing stars, and he was dazed for a long while.

He was stunned.

As one of the favored sons of heaven, Brother Song had never suffered such humiliation.

He could never have imagined that this lowly odd-job man from the hotel would dare to hit him?

Yang Fei didn't even bother to glance at him, saying indifferently, "This slap is just to remind you that losers should act like losers."

"Don't think that just because you have a little money and power, you can threaten anyone."

As he spoke, he slapped the checks against Brother Song's face, causing a crackling sound.

"Let tell you, I don't buy into your nonsense."

Though the checks struck Brother Song's face softly, they didn't hurt much.

However, this insulting action infuriated Brother Song to the point of madness.

He jumped up furiously, his face turning bright red, "Bastard, I'll kill you."

After saying that, Brother Song directly charged at Yang Fei.

Fang Tang also rushed behind him, wanting to beat Yang Fei brutally.

Yang Fei scoffed coldly.

All of a sudden, he struck out with his hands, grabbing Brother Song and Fang Tang by the throat, lifting them off the ground.

His eyes bore into Brother Song and Fang Tang, the chilling murderous intent in his gaze seed as if it could freeze their souls.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

After Yang Fei spoke, he casually tossed them aside, and Brother Song and Fang Tang hit the ground with a thud, several yards away.