The God of War was participating in the competition for the first time, and it seemed that he did not have the experience of those old players, so he ran a step slower and was in the middle rank.

The first and second are unsurprisingly thunder and hero.

The audience shouted one after another, the weather in Macau was hot, it was the afternoon, the highest temperature reached 30 degrees, and the audience shouted hoarse and sweaty.

The private room was air-conditioned, lukewarm, and Wen Qiao's telescope lens followed God of War and Song Yu all the time.

Fu Nanli finally stood up from the sofa and picked up another binocular: "How did you run?" Not too far behind, right? ”

Wincho: "It's fine. ”

"What is it?"

"Number 85."

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "My birthday?" ”

Wen Qiao's attention was on the God of War, and he just gave a perfunctory 'um', Fu Dashao felt a little cool, and temporarily added 10 million to bet on No. 85 to win.

If the God of War wins in the end, the money Wen Qiao gets will go up, and 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 exerted his strength, Song Yu's eyes were resolute, he looked straight ahead, held the reins, raised his buttocks slightly, and chased forward with all his strength.

Passing one horse, another horse, and with two hundred meters left, it has already caught up to third place.

In the private room, Uncle Li was a little surprised, and reported to the old man who was lacking in interest: "That novice, the horse race called the God of War, has caught up to the third." ”

The old man snorted lightly: "The third is only." ”

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

Fu Huaiyong finally stood up, picked up the binoculars, looked at the racecourse, and saw that the rising star was only four or five meters away from his thunder, and he bit very tightly.

He was not in a hurry, but was interested.

This kind of game is good-looking.

The people in the racecourse are crazy, they all invested a little money, and if they lose, they will lose, and they are not distressed, and the spectators have always hoped that there will be dark horses on the field, so that the game is interesting, there are highlights, and there are chats.

"God of War, come on!"

"God of War Chong!"

“go go go！”

Before the game, it was unremarkable and unnoticed, and a horse with odds of 530 to 1 was supported by most of the audience.

Fu Huaiyong's private room can hear the sound on the field, and naturally many people can be heard waving the flag and shouting for the god of war.

He smiled indifferently, his eyes on the good-looking horse called the god of war.

It turns out that this horse is not only good-looking, but it is not even a showmanship, and it has two strengths.

It seems that he has lost his eyes.

In the last fifty meters, two horses went hand in hand.

The thunderous jockey felt a hint of nervousness and turned his head to look at the God of War and Song Yu.

Song Yu was as immobile as a mountain, and the god of war showed unusual hard work and determination.

Forge ahead, all obstacles become illusory, and there is only the final end in their eyes.

The last ten meters, five meters, go hand in hand, always go hand in hand.

In the last three meters, the god of war exerted his strength violently.

Another shot .. Ringing, the champion is born.

Fu Nanli: "It seems that your god of war is one step faster." ”

Wen Qiao shrugged: "Anyway, it's either the first or the second, I can win a lot of money." ”

On the public screen on the field, the time of the race soon appeared, and the God of War won the championship of the Jockey Club by a slight margin of 0.3 seconds.