Ye Qiu was unwilling to sign a contract with the bookmaker's team, which Mr. Xu clearly found regrettable.
"Mr. Ye, will you race in the next round?"
"No, I'm afraid you won't have enough money to pay up!"
"Mr. Ye, you're really humorous."
Xu Hang said.
Actually, he really was a bit scared Ye Qiu might race again. If by chance he brought in money to bet on himself to win again, and with big stakes, not only would tonight be a loss, they would lose their past earnings too.
"Besides, the engine in my car might be burned out, I don't want to play anymore."
If Ye Qiu really wanted to continue playing, it would cause the racing organization and the bookmaker to lose everything.
Knowing when to stop is not something just anyone can do.
Most importantly, Ye Qiu knew someone wanted to kill him.
Even though those people were incapable of actually doing anything to him, he knew tonight should end here.
