Chapter 1717 [1717] Are you kidding me?
Millie immediately led the way.

Soon, Ye Feng and she arrived at the starting point of the Ferobi loop track, which was near the largest viewing platform.

There were already quite a few people gathered there, and surrounded in the middle were the three protagonists of this race.

The captain of the Son of Wind team, Samusi, Shang Shu.

The Son of Wind, wearing a black headscarf and dressed in hip-hop style, was leaning against a modified Pagani Wind God with a somewhat rebellious look, chatting casually with his team members. He seemed to be very confident about this game.

Samus was very serious, walking around his modified GTR, seemingly doing the final preparation and inspection before racing.

As for Shang Shu, it would be almost impossible to find him without careful search.

This guy seemed to have not slept well yet. He actually folded down the driver's seat and was snoring in the car.

And his car is indeed the worst among the three, just an AE86.

After seeing this scene, Millie immediately shook her head and said, "It seems that the suspense of the game is much less now."

"Just judging from the mental state and seriousness of these three parties at the moment, Shang Shu might be able to pass it in advance."

"Senmus' chances of winning should be much higher than both him and Son of Wind."

Many onlookers around clearly agreed with him and immediately took over the conversation, "I think so too."

"Each of these three parties actually has their own chance of winning. The professional quality and equipment of the Son of Wind are first-rate, as is Samus. Although the only Shang Shu's equipment is weaker than the others, he is the son of the legendary racing god after all, and his skills are immeasurable. All three of them have a chance of winning."

"But now, Shang Shu can't even get a good night's sleep before such an important race. In a sport like racing that requires a high level of concentration, this is almost tantamount to suicide!"

"Plus, his equipment is already one level weaker than that of Samus and Son of the Wind."

"He basically has no chance of winning."

"The one with the highest probability of winning in the end should be Samus."

"His skills are similar to those of the Son of Wind. They each have their strengths and weaknesses, but overall the gap should not be too big."

"The equipment levels of the two should be similar."

"He's so serious now, and he's obviously ready to go all out. He will definitely have a better chance of winning in the race later."

"As for his opponent, Zonda, he seemed a bit careless, which is actually a big taboo in a competition."

However, as soon as he said this, someone immediately raised an objection, "You are being a little subjective."

"Zonda Racing has always been like this, okay?"

"He looked careless before the game, but once he got into the game, he was more focused and attentive than anyone else."

"And I think your analysis of Samus is wrong."

"I don't think Samus checked the car so carefully because he was nervous. He felt that the Son of Wind brought him pressure!"

"Generally speaking, Son of Wind should have a better chance of winning!"

"..."

"You are a fan of the son of wind, right? Why are you washing for him like this?"

"He's obviously very contemptuous, and you actually say he's always like that."

"Haven't you heard that pride makes people fall behind?"

"He will definitely lose this time!"

"I think you are the biggest fan of Samus!"

"He's just an amateur driver."

"No matter how much you boast, you can never be a match for a top-notch professional racer, understand?"

"Never use your hobby to challenge other people's careers!"

"He is the one who will definitely lose this time!" "..."

Later, the two groups even started arguing over whether Samus or Son of Wind had a better chance of winning.

The scene was in chaos.

Millie quickly distanced herself from them and turned to ask Ye Feng, "Uncle, what do you think of the outcome of this game?"

What Ye Feng was actually focusing on just now was the equipment of the three drivers.

With his master-level mechanical proficiency, he could tell at a glance that Shang Shu's AE86 was no simple matter.

He immediately smiled and said, "It's hard to say now."

“I need more information on these drivers before I can draw any conclusions.”

"By the way, when is the betting deadline?"

"Usually, the betting is stopped before the race starts." Millie thought for a moment and suddenly walked over to Wolfgang who was arguing with someone about who had a better chance of winning. "Do you have any video footage of the three of them, including Zonda, Samus, and Shang Shu, racing?"

"Give me one?"

"My uncle wants to see it."

Wolfgang didn't say much. He just winked at a man in black who was probably his bodyguard at the back. The man in black opened an iPad and handed it to Millie.

After Millie got it, she immediately walked back again. "It contains some racing information of these three drivers that Wolfgang managed to obtain earlier, as well as the overall situation of the Felobi Circuit."

"This guy has great power in the Fog City, and his information should be very complete."

Ye Feng clicked it, quickly read through it, and immediately had an idea in his mind.

He gave the iPad back to Millie, and after she returned the tablet, he said to her, "Come with me to bet on Shang Shu later."

"What's the highest bet you can make here?"

Millie was obviously surprised, "Uncle, you are not kidding me, are you?"

"Arrest him?"

"And from what you said, you still want to bet the maximum on him?"

"Didn't you hear what everyone was discussing just now? Almost everyone thought he had no chance of winning and automatically ruled him out during the discussion. You..."

"Even if I explain it to you now, you may not understand it very well." Ye Feng smiled, "After the game starts, I will take you to a key match point to see the truth."

"Let's just place our bets now."

Upon hearing this, Millie didn't ask any more questions and immediately took Ye Feng to place bets.

Ye Feng did not hesitate at all and directly placed the biggest bet, one hundred million magnesium swords!

Millie followed and bought five million magnesium knives.

When the two placed their bets, even the staff at the bookmaker's counter were a little surprised, and they repeatedly confirmed whether they were sure they wanted to bet on Shang Shu.

Ye Feng was naturally extremely confident.

Place bets and swipe cards on the spot.

After that, after getting the certificate, he took Millie to the best viewing spot of his choice.

He had no idea that not long after he and Millie placed a large bet on Shang Shu, Wolfgang came to the odds, handed a cigarette to the staff who placed the bets, and started to chat.

And when he learned that Ye Feng and Millie had placed heavy bets on Shang Shu to win, he thought for a moment, then took out his bank card and bet 10 million magnesium knives on Shang Shu to win.

Afterwards, he brought a large group of young models and came to the viewing point chosen by Ye Feng.

(End of this chapter)