Huihui said: "Okay, I have recorded what you just said. I will see you fulfill your promise with my own eyes later!"
Su Wenchao said disdainfully: "Retarded! I'm afraid you won't have this chance!"
At this time, a gunshot was fired, and the horse racing began.
For a moment, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the nine horses on the field.
The nine horses are like arrows leaving the string, each one is like the wind and lightning, and they are unstoppable.
"Look, No. 6 has finished first!"
Su Wenchao pointed at No. 6 and shouted happily.
Because Cui Zhihao chose No. 6 before.
"Look at No. 9 again, haha, number one from the bottom!"
"Sure enough, only a brainless person would choose it!"
Su Wenchao glanced at Su Changfeng provocatively, his eyes filled with pride.
Gu Ling'er and Hui Hui were extremely confused at this moment.
They believed in Su Changfeng's choice, but the situation in front of them made them worried...
Cui Zhihao was sitting in the VIP seat, quietly watching the horse racing on the field, as if he was sure of victory.
He had already thought about how to torture Su Changfeng.
Naturally, Su Changfeng was sent to the Cui family in the southern country, and the perverted guys in the Cui family guard were tortured so hard that his life would be worse than death...
Time passed minute by minute.
Looking at it, we are less than one-third away from the finish line.
No. 6 has always been ranked first, and although No. 9 has improved, it is still ranked three or four behind.
"I just said it, we will definitely win." Su Wenchao smiled proudly, "How about it, my vision is pretty good, right?"
He recommended horse No. 6 to Cui Zhihao, who was ultimately chosen by Cui Zhihao.
Su Wenlong looked at Cui Zhihao: "Master Cui, congratulations in advance. I can't help but earn six million, and I can also take Su Changfeng's life into my pocket. Today's visit is worth it."
Cui Zhihao nodded: "What you came here today was indeed worth it."
"Later, I'll buy you some drinks with the winnings. I only want Su Changfeng's life."
Su Wenlong was not short of money, but Su Wenchao was extremely nervous about his pocket money.
He immediately grinned and almost laughed.
"Thank you, Mr. Cui, thank you!"
Compared with the excitement of Su Wenchao and others, Gu Ling'er and Hui Hui both looked depressed at this time.
"Brother Su... there is no hope."
Gu Ling'er's nose felt sour, thinking that Cui Zhihao would have the final say on Su Changfeng's life later, and her heart felt as if a knife was being twisted.
However, at this moment.
Hui Hui on the side suddenly lit up with eyes!
She pulled Gu Ling'er and said in great surprise: "Everyone, look, No. 9, No. 9 is accelerating!"
indeed.
Just as Huihui said, No. 9 is speeding up at this time.
It surpasses number seven, surpasses number three, and surpasses number two!
It is catching up with No. 6 at the front at an extremely fast speed!
The distance to the finish line is getting closer and closer, with only the last twenty meters left!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
In the last ten meters, they went hand in hand, indistinguishable!
In the last five meters, No. 9 led by half a horse head.
At the final finish line, No. 9 won the championship with a half-length lead over No. 6!
