They were talking in U.S. dollars, not yen.
Leon only needed five hundred million in funding.
Yet the Wolf of Wall Street opened his mouth and offered one billion!
If Leon lost… that one billion dollars would evaporate instantly.
"One… billion!! Are you insane?! With a billion dollars you could build an entire racing team!!" Randall shrieked.
His voice was loud enough to shake the entire hall.
Everyone heard him.
Slowly, conversations died; more and more heads turned toward Leon's table.
One billion USD — an absolutely earthshaking figure.
Most tables were discussing deals in the hundreds of thousands.
A few reached several million.
Ten million was already considered the limit.
And now Leon's side was talking about one billion.
Why did the Wolf dare invest that much?
Wasn't he afraid of losing money?
"A lot?" The Wolf curled his lip with disdain.
"You islanders will never understand the wealth of Wall Street."
"One billion dollars is nothing — if the return is high enough, it's worth it."
His tone overflowed with arrogance, the confidence of someone who lived in a world of giants.
For others, a billion was unimaginable.
But for a financial prodigy of Wall Street, it was simply a quarterly target.
Randall turned red with humiliation.
Yet he couldn't refute it.
Wall Street was America's financial heart — trillions flowed every single day.
And the Wolf wasn't just surviving there… he was famous.
People like him weren't short on money.
If the investment was worth it, they'd throw funds without hesitation.
Eastern islanders simply couldn't comprehend the magnitude of such wealth.
Leon saw Randall choking on his frustration and felt extremely satisfied.
People like him deserved to be put in their place.
"There are so many strong competitors here. Why choose to invest in me?" Leon asked calmly, not rushing to accept.
No arrogance.
No giddiness from sudden fortune.
He didn't let excitement cloud his judgment.
The Wolf admired that calmness deeply.
He respected his own instincts — and they weren't wrong.
"Because I'm sick of them badmouthing Americans." The Wolf said coldly.
"I want to show them who truly deserves to be called the world's strongest."
Leon represented the American team.
Even with an Asian face, he was the Car God of America.
Since arriving, the Wolf had heard nothing but mocking comments about Americans.
He was furious — so he decided to go all in on Leon to crush them.
Even if he lost, it would be a loss with dignity.
"Good. That's the spirit!" Leon applauded, genuinely impressed.
"If you're this bold, then I won't let you lose."
Leon's expression turned serious.
"You don't care about prize money anyway. But I bet you this: if news spreads that you're backing me, the entire market will turn green. You'll make at least 500 million to a billion."
Prize money, endorsements — to people like the Wolf, they were loose change.
A man called the Wolf of Wall Street had a baseline expectation —
any investment had to earn at least ten million.
If things went the way Leon predicted…
If the market really surged from the announcement…
The profits would far exceed that.
His firm held countless stocks — and the stocks of all his employees.
If he moved the entire company's positions…
It wouldn't just be five hundred million.
The returns would explode.
Especially now — with the market falling.
Perfect time to buy the dip.
When Leon won and prices skyrocketed in rebound…
The profit would be insane.
The Wolf's eyes lit up, imagining money raining from the sky.
"If I announce my support before the race, do you think stocks will drop even more?"
Of course.
This was a man who lived and breathed the market.
Push the price down as far as possible —
and when Leon won and stocks surged…
Profit would be two billion or more.
A 200% return.
There was no reason not to do it.
"As you like," Leon smiled lightly.
Working with smart people really was different.
Their interests aligned perfectly.
Asuka watched from the side in disbelief.
This was a one-billion deal…
And they decided it this casually?
"There are so many strong racers here. Aren't you afraid he'll lose?"
Asuka couldn't help asking the Wolf.
"Why are you so confident in him?"
Even if he hated the way the islanders gossiped behind others' backs…
Throwing a billion dollars to vent anger felt insane.
She didn't think the Wolf was impulsive.
There had to be something about Leon that made him certain Leon would win.
"You don't get it."
The Wolf looked at Leon with a smirk.
"I saw him racing on Wall Street. He blew up the entire street. With that kind of craziness… the championship is basically guaranteed."
Asuka and Randall froze.
Leon… had a criminal history like that?!
Back then, during the chase, Eteon had sent people to intercept Leon.
The Wolf had been in a nearby building.
He saw everything.
Even the final explosion — he saw it crystal clear.
Glass shattered up and down the street…
yet Leon's car was completely untouched.
How could the Wolf not invest in someone like that?
Asuka and Randall were stunned into silence.
Formula racing demanded technique, courage, and ruthlessness.
Leon's ruthlessness alone convinced the Wolf he would win.
Just like that, the one billion USD investment was finalized.
With this money, Leon could upgrade parts, teams, tires — everything — without restraint.
He turned his head and smirked at Randall.
"Didn't someone say I wouldn't get a single investor tonight? Anything else you want to say?"
Slap.
A clean, resounding slap to the face.
Earlier, Randall had mocked him for having no investors.
Now Leon had the largest investment of the entire event — by far.
More than several teams combined.
Not just securing funds — he was number one.
He had doubled the expected target.
Enough to dominate the entire hall.
Leon was absolutely thrilled.
Randall's face turned corpse-pale as he felt the full weight of Leon's contempt.
Utter humiliation.
Complete defeat.
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