Fortunately, these staff mbers were aware of Cheng Sheng’s status, and carried him with particular steadiness. Cheng Sheng took this opportunity to cultivate energy and regulate his body, finally dissolving the bruise on his chest and letting out a breath of relief.
"You guys, take to the second-floor VIP lounge," Cheng Sheng’s voice was very weak.
The few n were startled, "Mr. Cheng, you need treatnt for your injuries!"
"Take to the VIP lounge imdiately, I don’t want to say it a third ti!" Cheng Sheng slightly raised his voice in anger.
"Yes!"
The n did not dare to disobey Cheng Sheng and quickly carried him upstairs to the second floor.
Why did Cheng Sheng want to go to the VIP lounge? Although he couldn’t enter the race himself, watching Black Overlord brutally crush Little Red would be gratifying, or at least it would offer so consolation!
"Mr. Cheng, are you okay?" Seeing Cheng Sheng being carried in, the underlings promptly gathered around.
"I’m fine, it’s just a minor injury." Cheng Sheng felt like spitting blood because Mo Yuqi didn’t even glance at him.
"Mr. Cheng, may we leave now?" The staff mbers who had carried Cheng Sheng to the second floor tentatively asked him.
With a cold expression, Cheng Sheng said, "You may, but please find the best rider for Black Overlord at the racetrack, he must totally crush Little Red!"
"Yes! Rest assured, Mr. Cheng! Black Overlord will definitely crush Little Red!"
"Good, you may leave now."
...
At Cheng Sheng’s command, the staff mbers did not dare to delay and imdiately found the racetrack’s best rider, Yang Lei.
Hearing he could ride Black Overlord, the sparkle in rider Yang Lei’s eyes couldn’t be hidden as he patted his chest and assured them he would totally crush Little Red!
With just two minutes left before the race, Yang Lei led Black Overlord out and glanced indifferently at Little Red, especially after seeing Qin Yu beside Little Red, Yang Lei let out a disdainful snort.
In Yang Lei’s eyes, a good rider should primarily be light in weight. Qin Yu, standing at 183 cm and weighing at least 170 pounds, was thirty pounds heavier than himself! How could such a contestant be a rider? Wasn’t that just adding burdens to the horse?
Qin Yu rely smiled. If it had been Cheng Sheng himself riding Black Overlord, perhaps he might be able to control Black Overlord’s restlessness, but this rider who popped out of nowhere surely couldn’t control Black Overlord!
This race, he was certain to win!
At the sound of the whistle, the horses entered their slots and the riders mounted up. Yang Lei glanced at Qin Yu beside him and said arrogantly, "Buddy, with your size, you’re not cut out to be a rider; I’d suggest you be a model instead!
You’re so handso, you could certainly make a living off your looks."
"Being a rider can also be about looks, many female guests like ," Qin Yu replied cheerfully, waving to the audience.
The female spectators in the stands cheered when they saw Qin Yu!
"Ah! Horse number fourteen is racing again! That handso rider is back!"
"Number fourteen rider is so handso! Seeking his info! Follow him!"
"After the race, I want a photo with him!"
"Number fourteen rider, I want to have your babies!"
...
Listenting to the girls’ screams, Yang Lei’s face turned shades of red and white with jealousy, and he scoffed at Qin Yu even more. Horse racing was a noble sport—how could it be so overtly crowd-pleasing?
"Friend, it’s not enough to just have support, you need performance!"
"Of course I have performance, does beating Black Overlord count?" said Qin Yu with a wide grin.
"Beating Black Overlord? Heh... buddy, are you dreaming? I’m the best rider of Purple Mountain racetrack! Black Overlord is the favorite for tonight! How can you possibly win?"
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