Whether it was the wealthy scions who had come to attend the Qin family's birthday banquet or the local young masters of Jiangzhou, they were all deeply shocked by Qin Fan's sudden, brutal move.
For Jiangzhou's elite, they knew that a cousin of the Qin family uttering such bold words didn't bode well, but they hadn't expected the retribution to be so swift, so fierce, and so sudden.
In contrast, Ma Yunbin and Ye Haoyuan wore knowing smiles. Forget the fact that the idiot dared to say something like that. Just for being a cousin of the Qin family, he deserved to die.
"Mr. Qin, the... the... the betting is with me!" After a brief moment of stupor, Li Dongfu snapped back to his senses. As Ma Yunbin's top lackey in Jiangzhou, he was familiar with Qin Fan by reputation, even if they had never formally met.
"I'm joining the race as a driver," Qin Fan said. "I'm betting on myself. What's the maximum stake?"
