The Foolish Race

Lu Fan's eyes lit up; this was the sentence he'd been waiting for. The other guy's eyes darted around as he lazily put an arm around Liu Ruyan's waist and spoke:

"Lu Ming, it's not that I look down on you, but you'll only ever resort to these underhanded tactics in your life."

"A supercar worth over four million? Honestly, I don't even have the interest to look at it twice."

"If you want to gamble, let's gamble big. Forget gambling cars; I'm not interested in any car you've driven. Who knows what kind of diseases you might have picked up."

"Let's gamble money, cash!"

"Gamble big?"

Lu Ming's eyes also lit up. The two cousins, each with their own agenda, were calculating how to trick the other.

"You darn idiot, how much money do you have?"

Lu Fan smiled and held up one hand.

"Five hundred thousand? You have the nerve to mention that amount? My car alone is worth over ten million."

"No, no, no... it's fifty million in cash. If you have that much, I'll bet with you. We can even verify the funds!"

Lu Fan's words instantly silenced the entire square. Although these second-generation heirs came from wealthy families, how many of them could casually produce fifty million in cash? You probably couldn't find three people in the whole crowd.

"You darn idiot, are you bluffing me? Can you even have fifty million?"

Lu Fan opened his mobile banking app right in front of everyone and showed the balance on his phone to Lu Ming.

Staring at the long string of numbers on the phone screen, Lu Ming was instantly dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! He actually has fifty million?"

"As expected of the capital city's number one idiot, carrying fifty million in cash on him."

"It's likely that this fifty million will change hands soon."

Lu Ming was stunned for over ten seconds before he snapped back to reality. His eyes darted around as he started calculating in his mind.

He couldn't produce that much money himself, but he had a group of lackeys behind him. If they all pooled their money together, fifty million would be very easy to come by.

"You darn idiot, this is my bet with Liu Ruyan. The driver later must be her. If you dare let her be the driver to race me, I'll accept your bet."

"No..."

Liu Ruyan's face instantly changed drastically. She knew her own capabilities all too well. Letting her race against someone like Lu Ming, a semi-professional racer, was like lighting a lamp in a toilet to look for shit.

However, Lu Fan's next words filled her with despair. The idiot agreed without hesitation.

"Fine, Liu Ruyan will race you later. But I demand that all funds from both sides be transferred to the villa's corporate account. The winner will directly take away one hundred million."

"No problem!"

Lu Ming, afraid Lu Fan would agree too slowly, readily accepted.

Next came the part about raising funds. Lu Fan wasn't in a hurry; he just watched Lu Ming gather his group of lackeys to pool the money.

It turned out these second-generation heirs did have some substance. With everyone contributing a few million, they quickly scraped together the fifty million for the bet.

"Lu Fan, I... I can't do this. Can we not bet so big? I only know how to drive normally, and Lu Ming is a semi-professional racer who has competed before."

Liu Ruyan tried one last desperate plea. If she lost this money, Lu Fan would probably tear her apart. After all, this was fifty million.

"What are you afraid of? Just drive normally later; we'll win for sure!"

Lu Fan held up one finger and wagged it in front of Liu Ruyan. Others thought Lu Fan was being lewd, but the intelligent Liu Ruyan's eyes widened instantly.

"That's right, Lu Fan has that ability to point at someone and make them shit themselves. With that ability, she's bound to win."

Thinking of this, Liu Ruyan finally understood Lu Fan's scheme. Wasn't he throwing out fifty million just to trap those people?

Zhu Yiqun, Feng Feixiang, and the others standing far away clearly saw the bet. They were all victims of Lu Fan's "Wicked Finger" and were utterly terrified of him.

With pity in their expressions, they watched the group of idiots excitedly raising money. How could they be so happy about a losing bet? Compared to Lu Fan, they were the real fools.

Soon, a shocking gamble was completed, and the stakes from both sides were transferred to the villa club's corporate account under everyone's witness.

Furthermore, Lu Ming, to maximize his profits, even used the villa club's public account to set up an external market.

This immediately set the entire venue ablaze. With an external market, they could all participate. This was what they called "it's better to share the joy than to enjoy it alone."

Almost everyone bet on Lu Ming to win, but there were exceptions, like Zhu Yiqun and Feng Feixiang.

In their view, this bet was absolutely without any surprises. Lu Fan was bound to win, which was a surefire way to make money for them.

Even Liu Ruyan excitedly took out all her savings, over four hundred thousand in cash, not leaving a single cent behind. She even used her phone's online lending services again and borrowed some from friends, totaling one million.

"Lu Fan, it's up to you now. He's put everything on the line this time."

"Don't worry. Just drive at your own pace later. We can even enjoy the night scenery along the way. If we have enough time, we can even try some roadside 'wild' fun on the mountain road."

"Ah! There are high-definition cameras everywhere on the road. Lu Fan, let's go home and play after we win, okay? I promise to do anything you want tonight..."

Liu Ruyan, blushing, hugged Lu Fan's arm flirtatiously. Lu Fan laughed heartily and kissed her exquisite little face.

Soon, both sides were in position. Liu Ruyan's Ferrari was decent enough for street driving, but compared to the ten-million-plus Pagani Huayra, it seemed rather out of place.

The two cars were parked side by side. Lu Ming smugly gave Lu Fan the middle finger and then, embracing a scantily clad girl, got into his car.

Liu Ruyan's side had a much weaker aura. Firstly, the hardware was not on the same level. Even in a straight-line race, Liu Ruyan's Ferrari would likely be left several blocks behind by the Huayra.

Liu Ruyan got into the car, her eyes full of anticipation as she looked at Lu Fan in the passenger seat. The guy couldn't even be bothered to put on his seatbelt, slouching around with a completely nonchalant attitude.

"Lu Fan!"

"Just relax and watch my show."

Seeing the referee girl about to wave her hand in front, Lu Fan slowly extended his finger.

His finger passed over Liu Ruyan in the driver's seat and pointed directly at Lu Ming in the other car.

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened instantly. Fearing accidental injury, she quickly pushed her seat back.

When they saw Lu Fan extend his finger again, Zhu Yiqun and the others watching from a distance almost instinctively fled to the side in a panic. This scene completely stunned the surrounding spectators, who shouted that they were crazy.

The bra fell from the referee girl's hand, and the Pagani Huayra erupted with a deafening roar, ready to surge forward.

But the car, which had just started, suddenly stalled. The driver's side door opened, and Lu Ming, Young Master Lu, actually looked stunned and screamed towards the sky.

This bizarre scene completely dumbfounded the surrounding crowd. Lu Ming was acting like a lunatic, completely forgetting about the important race.