Watching the race cars shoot out amidst the roar of engines, the crowd cheered enthusiastically.
"As expected of the racing god, overtaking everyone else right from the start and running ahead," the crowd discussed excitedly.
Compared to the lively atmosphere, Chen Xiangsheng and his friends looked quite gloomy. They didn't care about winning or losing because they were destined to lose, and understanding that deeply was enough.
"Sorry, guys, it's my fault for dragging you into this. I can't believe this betting spree got out of hand because of my itch for excitement," Chen Xiangsheng said apologetically.
"Young Master Chen, don't say that. Worst case, we tighten our belts a bit and ask our elders for money later. After all, what we lost is just their money, so what's the big deal?" someone comforted Chen Xiangsheng.
