Park Sangwoo looked around again. Suddenly, he saw cars passing by the intersection. His eyes lit up. "Let's bet on the number of cars passing by that intersection in one minute."
Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard this strange competition. What was this?
Park Sangwoo had a proud smile on his face. He knew that Ye Feng's Thousand Arts were powerful. He would not bet on poker or dice with him.
Gambles like flower petals and cars were all based on luck. This made the other party's Thousand Arts useless.
Of course, such a profound strategy was naturally not something these stupid Chinese people could understand.
Ye Feng looked at his smug expression and could not help but sneer in his heart. "Alright, then I'll bet this time… Even numbers."
Park Sangwoo had suffered a few losses before, so he didn't hesitate this time. "Then I'll bet on the odd number."
In any case, this kind of competition could only rely on luck. There was nothing to be conflicted about.
Ye Feng sneered in his heart. Could he really only rely on luck?
His depth scan could now cover a range of more than ten meters. Coupled with his extraordinary hearing, playing this kind of competition was simply like using a cheat.
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Park Sangwoo took out his phone and set a one-minute countdown. Then, he began to stare nervously at the street.
Everyone, including the onlookers, looked toward the street entrance.
Every time they passed by a car, everyone shouted in unison.
As time passed, everyone became more and more nervous.
Ten seconds left on the countdown.
Cheng Fei'er's heart was already in her throat. She stared nervously at the street entrance, her palms covered in sweat.
There were five seconds left on the countdown.
The Koreans couldn't sit still anymore. They stood up and stared at the cars passing by the street.
There was still one second left on the countdown.
"One more, one more…"
Park Sangwoo kept muttering. He would win if there was another car.
Just a second before the one-minute countdown ended, the front of a car suddenly appeared at the intersection.
Cheng Fei'er and the other Chinese felt their hearts sink.
Was he going to lose?
"Haha, I won!" Park Sangwoo was overjoyed and immediately waved his fists in celebration.
However, the next scene left him completely dumbfounded.
Almost at the same time that the car appeared, a red sports car sped past at an even faster speed.
For a moment, everyone present was dumbfounded. This was f*cking possible?
Although they all hoped that Ye Feng would win, they did not expect him to win so… It was a coincidence.
If the red sports car hadn't suddenly rushed out, Park Sangwoo would have won this round.
Everyone felt a lingering fear.
"This little brother's luck… It's really too good to be true. How could this f*cking turn around?"
"My heart was in my throat just now. I thought he was going to lose this time. I didn't expect a sports car to suddenly appear, haha…"
"In the past, I never believed in fate, but at this moment, I believe it. This is all fate."
"I can only say that the heavens will bless the good. This little brother deserves to win."
"Hahaha, the Buddha has appeared…"
Cheng Fei'er was even more excited as she grabbed Ye Feng and jumped around. "Haha, we won again, you're too handsome."
Park Sangwoo was so angry that his facial features were contorted. If it wasn't for the fact that the sportscar had already disappeared, he really wanted to drag that b*stard out and beat him up. Why did he come out at this time to cause trouble?
However, no matter how unwilling he was, he had indeed lost this round.
He looked at Ye Feng with a complicated gaze. He felt that this b*stard was a little strange.
If he could guess correctly once, it would be good luck. However, he had already guessed correctly so many times in a row. No matter how good his luck was, it should have been used up, right?
Was this guy possessed by a ghost?
The Koreans were even more superstitious about ghosts and gods than the Chinese.
He couldn't help but be suspicious after losing so mysteriously a few times in a row.
Out of the three matches, he had already lost two in a row. He was no longer as relaxed as before.
If he lost again, not only would he have to honor the previous bet, but he would also have to spit out the 300 million they had won previously. He immediately felt a huge pressure.
At this moment, he suddenly heard Lee Young-Ki say, "Sangwoo, stand down. I'll deal with him."
Park Sangwoo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his teacher's words.
If he really lost the third round, then he really wouldn't be able to face his teacher and his fellow disciples.
The teacher suddenly took over at this time, which could be considered as sharing the pressure for him.
Lee Young-Ki slowly walked toward Ye Feng. "Sir, I will bet with you this round. Do you have any objections?"
He had been observing Ye Feng. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this young man was unfathomable. If he let Park Sangwoo gamble again, he would probably lose.
He had no choice but to personally take action.
Before Ye Feng could agree, the onlookers were already unhappy.
"How can this be? You clearly agreed to let your disciple play. How can you change people midway?"
"That's right, how can there be such a thing? If the small one can't beat him, the old one will come out to protect him?"
"The Koreans are the Koreans. They always go back on their words."
"Little brother, don't agree to him. Let's play with him as a gambler…"
They all knew very well that Lee Young-Ki's strength was far above Park Sangwoo's. He had won 300 million yuan with 10,000 yuan this morning.
If he went out personally, then Ye Feng would be in danger.
But Ye Feng's expression did not change. He only said one word. "Alright."