"You think a hundred million is too little? What kind of joke is that?"
"You want to play even bigger? But first, let’s see if you have the capital!"
The punks hanging around Wu Yu sneered endlessly; they all thought Bai Yan was full of hot air.
Even Wu Yu was full of doubt, staring at Bai Yan and saying, "Kid, a hundred million is no small sum! You want to play even bigger? Aren’t you being a bit too arrogant?"
Bai Yan laughed. He took out his cell phone, opened Alipay, checked his balance, then held the phone in front of Wu Yu and said with a grin, "Take a good look, how much money do I have?"
"One, ten, hundred, thousand... holy shit! Eleven billion!"
Wu Yu felt as if his tongue had stopped working properly, staring blankly at Bai Yan.
The people behind Wu Yu shivered all over, gasping in shock upon hearing this. Their gaze towards Bai Yan was filled with immense astonishment.
This man, almost their age, actually had eleven billion in wealth?
How could he be so rich!
Wu Yu himself was dazed and took a while to come to his senses.
This was freaking terrifying—could it be that tonight he’s hooked himself a super fat sheep?
Bai Yan’s smile was wicked.
He always kept this amount of liquid funds on him for emergencies, while the rest of his money was invested in Wanyan Company.
Wu Yu swallowed hard, struggling to say, "But Brother Bai, we abide by the rules of the streets, no matter what, the hundred million from Fu Chao is mine!"
Wu Yu wasn’t stupid; he knew that with Bai Yan having so much money, his background must be extraordinary.
He didn’t want to resort to violence; he just wanted to collect the hundred million Fu Chao lost to him. Although he was tempted by the rest of Bai Yan’s money, he didn’t dare to get rough or rob.
"Alright, just a hundred million is no problem! I want to ask you, how did Fu Chao lose to you?"
"Hmm, in that case, I’ll add another hundred million, let’s race! Win, and take two billion! Lose, and don’t expect a single penny."
Bai Yan’s smile was composed, carrying a sense that frightened others.
This man was too crazy; a hundred million bet was nothing in his eyes, so casually mentioned as if it weighed nothing!
Keep in mind, it took Fu Chao and the others, losing consecutive rounds of races all night, to accumulate a loss of one billion.
And here’s this guy named Bai Yan, a freaking billion per game!
This was driving the bunch of non-mainstream racers behind Wu Yu crazy!
These guys into street racing had a bit of money, but only around several million each. To have a billion was something they didn’t even dare to dream about!
Bai Yan chuckled and said, "Of course, if you’re too scared to bet, I’ll give you the billion, and I’ll leave with Fu Chao right now! Fair is fair, Bai Yan keeps his word, but don’t even think about the rest of my money."
"I’m reminding you, I have eleven billion, you know~!"
Bai Yan’s smile was enchanting, like a devil tempting people into sin, and his tone was full of dangerous allure.
Actually, everyone in the room had figured out what Bai Yan intended to do.
It was clear what Bai Yan meant; wherever Fu Chao and the others had lost, Bai Yan wanted to take back the scene right there!
This was Bai Yan’s character, extremely loyal!
Fu Chao and the others realized this, too; their surprised gaze turned to Bai Yan, moved.
For such young and impulsive guys, who couldn’t stand being provoked and who had been tricked into losing money, Bai Yan not only paid without a word but also proposed a new bet to reclaim their reputation.
"Do you dare to gamble with me?"
Bai Yan’s smile was radiant and confident.
He squinted his eyes, staring intently at Wu Yu, whose expression was one of astonishment.
If you beat my brother, I’ll beat you to a pulp!
If you kill my brother, I’ll obliterate you!
If you win against my brother, sorry, I’m going to win until you have nothing left, not even your underwear!
The scene Fu Chao had lost, Bai Yan was determined to take it all back!
This is what a boss should do!
This is the true spirit of brotherhood!
Life is fleeting, a mere century, to have such a boss, what more could one ask for!
Fu Chao and the others’ eyes were welling up with emotions.
"What if you lose? Will you continue to bet?"
Wu Yu widened his eyes, holding his breath as he asked.
"Bet, of course, one billion per game, until it’s all gone."
Bai Yan said with a smiling tone, alluring as ever.
Anyone would be tempted, let alone Wu Yu, who had great confidence in his racing skills!
"Alright, I’ll take the bet! But it has to be by our rules!"
Wu Yu swallowed hard and stated resolutely!
A chance to earn a hundred million for nothing; only a fool wouldn’t bet!
Wu Yu sneered inwardly; you think underground racing is that easy? Just you wait—I’ll have you crying your way home!
"Fine, tell me the rules."
I’m not afraid of your bravado, just afraid you’d be too chicken to take me on.
Bai Yan chuckled. He never once thought he would lose.
"Come with me, I’ll fill you in on the rules."
Without another word, Wu Yu turned and led Bai Yan, Fu Chao, and others through the shrubbery to the interior of North Suburb Park.
It turned out that behind this thicket lay numerous twisting paths; after Wu Yu, Bai Yan, and the rest navigated through these alleys and walked for a few more minutes, they arrived at a spacious area refurbished by the midnight racing clan.
Yellow and white barriers, colorful racing flags strewn across the ground caught the eye. The place was already crowded with onlookers; a quick glance suggested there were easily a thousand people, huddled together and discussing animatedly, with excited expressions on every face.
Screams rose steadily, accompanied by the roar of racing engines whizzing beneath the barriers—it was easy to get caught up in the fervor of the moment as adrenaline surged through one’s veins.
"This is our track, the North Suburb Track."
Wu Yu licked his dry lips, a touch of pride on his face as he introduced to Bai Yan: "According to the rules of HZ city’s underground races, one lap of North Suburb Track measures 5000 meters with seven concurrent lanes allowing seven cars to race head-to-head, vying for who’s the fastest! One car is eliminated each lap! Only one car remains on the seventh lap—the winner!"
"The rules of underground racing are simple: the fastest wins! Six of us will race you. If you don’t come in first, you lose! If there’s vehicle destruction or fatalities during the race, we take no responsibility! Sign a life-and-death agreement; life and death are in fate’s hands!"
Wu Yu looked provocatively at Bai Yan, skewering him with his gaze: "Kid, do you dare?"
Six against one, with the outcome boiling down to first place, otherwise, it’s a billion lost!
These underground racing rules are indeed tyrannical!
Beside them, Fu Chao and the others came over and whispered to Bai Yan: "Brother Yan, these guys are reckless when they race. We could’ve won before, but these maniacs were so wild! They literally risk their lives to outrun us, and their cars are all custom-built!"
Fu Chao’s voice still carried a hint of fear. Facing these daredevils who recklessly risked their lives, they were still green.
After all, even with the power of the Demon Egg, which significantly boosted their physical abilities, they were no match for these death-defying racers.
No scion of wealth would be foolish enough to bet their life against a bunch of crazed lunatics. It wasn’t worth it.
Not to mention, although Fu Chao’s Porsche 911 had decent performance, it still fell short when compared to professionally customized racing cars.
"Betting money? And your lives, too?"
Bai Yan laughed: "I like it. I’ll bet with you!"
A sinister, inhumane smirk played on Bai Yan’s lips; no one enjoyed death and blood more than the Demon Lord.
Upon seeing Bai Yan’s smile, Wu Yu couldn’t help but shiver; suddenly, he felt racing with this man was an extremely unwise choice.
But the thought of the bet—the billion!—sent Wu Yu’s breathing ragged; his eyes obsessed with the desire for Bai Yan’s eleven billion!
"Good, that’s the spirit! Come with me; let’s sign the life-and-death agreement."
Wu Yu clenched his teeth and secretly instructed his followers to select drivers, then led Bai Yan to a makeshift area, pulling out a contract that had already been prepared.
Bai Yan didn’t even bother to look, flicking his signature onto the paper.
Gritting his teeth, Wu Yu also signed his name.
Ten minutes later, the current race down in the arena was over, the victors cheering and jumping for joy as they collected their money, while the losers slunk away dejectedly.
A lean man with sunglasses, holding a megaphone, shouted: "Silence! Everyone, quiet down!"
"The next race—tonight’s, no! This year’s craziest race with the largest stakes!"
"A billion per round, six against one!"
"The race field of six, led by HZ city’s new star racer Wu Yu this year! On the other side, our wealthy God, Bai Yan!"
This lean man acted as a temporary judge for the underground racers. Although a judge, given the straightforward rules, he was more like a commentator and hype man.
As soon as the lean man’s words fell, the surrounding crowd was stunned into silence, the atmosphere instantly turned still. Remember, North Suburb Park’s underground races usually saw stakes of at most a few hundred thousand per round; even the yearly total didn’t amount to a billion.
And the upcoming race was staked at a billion per round!
After a few seconds of stupefaction, thunderous cries and screams suddenly erupted; the crowd of thousands exploded.
"Fuck! A billion per round! This tycoon, he’s so damned rich!"
"Damn, Wu Yu is gonna make a killing tonight!"
"I wish I could be up there!"
"Who’s Bai Yan? Babe, you’re mine tonight!"
"Ah, a billion! I’m gonna climax, Bai Yan, I love you!"
Men went wild with red eyes, women screamed unrestrainedly!
The fervent mood rose up into the night sky over North Suburb Park, with the scent of hormones and adrenaline violently spreading among the crowd.
The whole scene was whipped into an extreme frenzy by this immense gamble of a billion!