It was the first time for the God of War to participate in the competition. He seemed to be less experienced than the old players. He ran a step slower and ranked in the middle.
The first and second are unsurprisingly Thunder and Hero.
The audience cheered continuously. It was hot in Macau. It was afternoon now and the highest temperature had reached 30 degrees. The audience's voices were hoarse from shouting and they were sweating profusely.
The private room was air-conditioned, neither too hot nor too cold. Wen Qiao's telescope lens was following the God of War and Song Yu.
Fu Nanli finally stood up from the sofa and picked up another telescope: "How was the run? Didn't fall too far behind?"
Wen Qiao: “Not bad.”
"What number is it?"
"Number 85."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "My birthday?"
Wen Qiao's attention was on the God of War, and he just said "hmm" perfunctorily. Young Master Fu felt a little happy, so he temporarily added 10 million to bet on number 85 to win.
If the God of War wins in the end, the money Wen Qiao gets will increase, and naturally, Fu Nanli will also win a sky-high bet.
The God of War, who was in the middle just now, seemed to suddenly exert his strength. Song Yu looked firm in the eyes, staring straight ahead, holding the reins, raising his butt slightly, and trying his best to catch up.
He overtook one horse after another, and with two hundred meters left, he had already caught up with the third place.
In the private room, Uncle Li was a little surprised and reported to the old man who was not interested: "The newcomer, the horse named God of War, caught up to third place."
The old man sneered: "Only the third."
After a while, Uncle Li's voice was filled with excitement: "Second place, surpassing Hero, second place!"
Fu Huaiyong finally stood up, picked up the telescope, looked towards the racecourse, and saw that the rising star was only four or five meters away from his Jing Lei, and was biting very closely.
He was not in a hurry, but rather interested.
This kind of game is interesting.
Everyone at the racecourse was going crazy. They all invested a little money, and if they lost, they lost, and they didn't feel bad. Spectators always hoped for a dark horse to appear in the race, as such a race was interesting, watchable, and worth talking about.
"Go God of War!"
"God of War, charge!"
“Go go go!”
Before the race, it was ordinary and no one paid attention to it. However, a horse with odds of 530 to 1 actually got the support of most of the audience.
Fu Huaiyong's private room could hear the sounds from the stadium, so naturally he could hear many people cheering for the God of War.
He smiled indifferently, his eyes following the good-looking horse named Ares.
It turns out that this horse is not only good-looking, but also very capable.
It seems that he was wrong.
In the last fifty meters, the two horses ran side by side.
Jinglei's jockey felt a little nervous and turned to look at the God of War and Song Yu.
Song Yu stood still like a mountain, and the God of War showed extraordinary fighting spirit and determination.
They moved forward bravely, and all obstacles became illusions. The only thing they had in their eyes was the final destination.
The last ten meters, five meters, they were running side by side, always side by side.
In the last three meters, the God of War exerted force violently.
Another gunshot, and the champion was born.
Fu Nanli: "It seems that your God of War is one step faster."
Wen Qiao shrugged: "Anyway, if I'm not first or second, I can win a lot of money."
The race time soon appeared on the public screen at the stadium, and Ares won the championship with a slight advantage of 0.3 seconds.
(End of this chapter)