Chapter 884 Champion

It was the first time for Ares to participate in the competition. He seemed to be less experienced than the veteran players. He ran a step slower and ranked in the middle.

No surprise that the first and second ones are Jing Lei and Hero.

The audience was shouting and shouting. The weather in Macau was hot. It was already in the afternoon and the maximum temperature reached 30 degrees. The audience shouted until their voices were hoarse and they were dripping with sweat.

The air-conditioning in the private room was neither cold nor hot, and Wen Qiao's telescope lens kept following the God of War and Song Yu.

Fu Nanli finally stood up from the sofa and picked up another telescope: "How was your run? Did you fall behind too much?"

Wen Qiao: "It's okay."

"What's the date?"

"No. 85."

Fu Nanli raised an eyebrow: "My birthday?"

Wen Qiao's attention was focused on the God of War, and he just gave a perfunctory 'hmm'. Young Master Fu felt a little relieved and 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 still increase. Naturally, Fu Nanli will also win a sky-high bet.

The God of War who was still in the middle just now seemed to have suddenly gained strength. Song Yu's eyes were firm and he looked straight ahead. He held the reins, raised his butt slightly, and pursued forward with all his strength.

He passed one horse, and another, and with two hundred meters left, he was already in third place.

In the private room, Uncle Li was a little surprised and reported to the uninterested old man: "The newbie, the horse racing horse called God of War, has finished third."

The old man snorted lightly: "Only the third one."

After a while, Uncle Li's voice was full of excitement: "Second, surpassing hero, second!"

Fu Huaiyong finally stood up, picked up the binoculars, and looked at the racecourse. He saw that the rising star was only four or five meters away from his thunder, and it was biting hard.

He was not in a hurry, but became interested.

This kind of game is beautiful.

Everyone at the racecourse went crazy. They all invested a little money, and if they lost, they lost. They didn’t feel bad. Spectators always hope for a dark horse to appear in the race. Only in this way can people enjoy the race, have something to watch, and have something to talk about. .

"Come on, God of War!"

"The God of War rushes!"

"go go go!"

Before the game, it was unremarkable and no one paid attention to it. A horse with odds as high as 530 to 1 now actually got the support of most of the audience.

Fu Huaiyong's private room can hear the sounds on the field, and naturally many people can be heard cheering for the God of War.

He smiled nonchalantly and followed the good-looking horse named Ares.

It turns out that this horse is not only good-looking, but also not a showman. It has two abilities.

It seems that he made a mistake.

For the last fifty meters, the two horses were neck and neck.

The thundering jockey felt a little nervous and turned to look at Ares and Song Yu.

Song Yu remained motionless as a mountain, and the God of War showed unusual strength and determination.

As they move forward bravely, all obstacles become illusions, and they only have the final destination in their eyes.

The last ten meters, five meters, neck and neck, always neck and neck.

In the last three meters, the God of War suddenly exerted his strength.

There was another gunshot, and the champion was born.

Fu Nanli: "It seems that your God of War is one step faster."

Wen Qiao shrugged: "No matter whether I am first or second, I can win a lot of money."

The game time quickly appeared on the public screen on the field. The God of War won the Jockey Club Championship with a slight advantage of 0.3 seconds.