Chapter 884: champion

Chapter 884 Champion
It was the first time God of War participated in the competition, and it seemed that there was no experience of those old players, and the Qi runner was a step slower and ranked in the middle.
Unsurprisingly, the first and second are Jinglei and hero.
The shouts from the auditorium were continuous. The weather in Macau was hot. It was just in the afternoon. The highest temperature reached 30 degrees. The audience shouted so that their voices were hoarse and they were sweating.
The room was air-conditioned, neither cold nor hot, Wen Qiao's telescope lens had been following God of War and Song Yu.
Fu Nanli finally got up from the sofa and picked up another telescope: "How are you running? You are not too far behind, right?"
Wen Qiao: "It's okay."
"What's the date?"
"Number 85."
Fu Nanli raised her eyebrows: "My birthday?"
Wen Qiao focused his attention on the God of War, and just gave a perfunctory ‘um’. Fu Dashao felt a little refreshed, and temporarily added 10 million to bet number 85 to win.
If God of War finally wins, Wen Qiao's money will go up. Naturally, Funan will also win a huge bet.
The God of War, who was still in the middle section just now, seemed to have suddenly exerted force. Song Yu had firm eyes and looked straight ahead, holding the rein, lifting his slightly, and chasing forward vigorously.
After one horse, another horse, and two hundred meters left, he had already caught up to third place.
In the private room, Uncle Li was a little surprised, and reported to the lackluster old man: "The newbie, the horse race called God of War, has caught up to third place."
The old man snorted lightly: "It's only the third one."
After a while, Uncle Li's voice was filled with 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 tightly.
He was not in a hurry, but was interested.
Such a game is beautiful.
The people on the racecourse are crazy. They all invested a little money. If they lose, they lose. They don’t feel distressed. The spectators always hope that there will be dark horses on the field. This kind of game makes people relish, has something to watch, and has a chat. .
"God of War, come on!"
"God of War Charge!"
"Gogogo!"
Before the game, it was unremarkable and no one paid attention. A horse with an odds of 530 to 1, now has the support of most of the audience.
Fu Huaiyong's private room could hear the sounds on the field, and naturally, many people were chanting for the of war.
He smiled indifferently, his eyes followed the very good-looking horse called God of War.
It turns out that this horse is not only good-looking, it is also not a fancy, it has two strengths.
It seems that he has missed it.
In the last fifty meters, the two horses drove side by side.
The thundering jockey felt a trace of tension and turned to look at God of War and Song Yu.
Song Yu did not move like a mountain, and the God of War showed unusual hard work and determination.
Going forward courageously, all obstacles have become illusions, and there is only the final destination 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 slammed.
There was another shot... and the champion was born.
Fu Nanli: "It seems your God of War is one step faster."
Wen Qiao shrugged: "Anyway, it's not the first or second, I can win a lot of money."
On the public screen on the field, the time of the game soon appeared. God of War took the championship of the jockey club with a slight advantage of 0.3 seconds.
(End of this chapter)