Chapter 944 [944] Can this be reversed?

Park Sang-woo looked around again, and suddenly saw the cars passing by the intersection. His eyes suddenly lit up, "Let's bet on the odd and even number of cars passing through the intersection within one minute."

When everyone heard about this weird competition, they all rolled their eyes. What the hell was going on?

Park Sang-woo showed a smug smile on his face. He knew that Ye Feng was good at cheating, so naturally, it was impossible for him to gamble with him on poker or dice.

In gambling games like flower petals and cars, everything depends on luck, which makes the opponent's cheating tricks useless.

Of course, such a sophisticated strategy is naturally not something that these stupid Chinese people can understand.

Ye Feng looked at his smug expression and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "Okay, then I'll bet... on an even number this time."

Park Sang-woo had suffered several losses before, so he didn't hesitate this time. "Then I'll bet on an odd number."

Anyway, in this kind of competition, you can only gamble on your luck, so there is nothing to worry about.

Ye Feng sneered in his heart, is it really true that he can only rely on luck?

His deep scan can now cover a range of more than ten meters. Coupled with his extraordinary hearing, playing this kind of game is like having a cheat.

"Timing begins!"

Park Sang-woo took out his cell phone, set a one-minute countdown, and began to stare at the intersection nervously.

Including the crowd of onlookers, they all looked towards the street intersection.

"One."

"Two."

"Three..."

Every time a car passed by, everyone shouted in unison.

As time passed, everyone became more and more nervous.

There are ten seconds left in the countdown.

"Twenty-seven."

Cheng Feier's heart was in her throat. She stared at the street entrance nervously, her palms full of sweat.

There are five seconds left in the countdown.

"Thirty-two."

Those Koreans could no longer sit still. They stood up and stared at the vehicles passing by the intersection.

There is one second left in the countdown.

"Thirty-eight..."

"One more, one more..."

Park Sang-woo kept repeating that if only one more car came, he would win.

Just one second before the one-minute countdown ended, the front of a car suddenly appeared at the intersection.

Cheng Feier and other Chinese people felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Are you going to lose?
"Haha, I won!" Park Sang-woo was immediately ecstatic and waved his fists to celebrate.

But the next scene left him completely dumbfounded.

Almost at the same time as that car appeared, a red supercar rushed past at a faster speed.

Forty cars, an even number! For a moment, everyone present was dumbfounded. Is this even possible?

Although they all hoped that Ye Feng would win, they didn't expect that he would win so... by chance.

If that red supercar hadn't suddenly rushed out, Park Sang-woo would have won this round.

Everyone felt a sense of fear.

"This little brother's luck... is really too good to be true. How can this damn thing be reversed?"

"My heart was in my throat just now. I thought I was going to lose this time, but I didn't expect a sports car to suddenly appear. Haha..."

"I never believed in fate before, but now I do. This is all fate."

"I can only say that good things come to those who are lucky. This little brother deserves to win."

"Hahaha, the Buddha has appeared..."

Cheng Feier was so excited that she grabbed Ye Feng and jumped up and down, "Haha, we won again, you are so handsome."

Park Sang-woo was so angry that his facial features were distorted. If the supercar hadn't disappeared, he really wanted to pull that bastard out and beat him up. Why would he come out and cause trouble at this time?
But no matter how unwilling he was, he had lost again.

He looked at Ye Feng with complicated eyes, always feeling that this bastard was a little weird.

If he could guess right once, it would be good luck. But he has guessed right so many times in a row, so his luck must have run out, right?
Could this guy be possessed by a ghost?

The Koreans are more superstitious about ghosts and gods than the Chinese.

Such strange losses in a row aroused his suspicion.

He has now lost two of the three games in a row and is no longer as relaxed as before.

If he lost again, not only would he have to honor his previous bet, but he would also have to give up the 300 million they had won before. He suddenly felt under tremendous pressure.

At this moment, Li Yingji suddenly spoke up, "Xiangyu, step back, I will meet him."

When Park Sang-woo heard what the teacher said, he immediately felt relieved.

If he really lost the third game, he would not be able to face his teacher and other fellow disciples.

The teacher suddenly took over at this time, which helped to share the pressure for him.

Li Yingji slowly walked to the opposite side of Ye Feng, "Sir, I want to bet with you on this round, do you have any objection?"

He had been observing Ye Feng, and the more he watched, the more he felt that this young man was unfathomable. If he let Park Sang-woo gamble again, he would probably lose.

He had no choice but to do it himself.

Before Ye Feng could agree, the onlookers who were watching the fun were already dissatisfied.

"How can this be possible? We clearly agreed that your apprentice would play, how can you change people midway?"

"That's right, how can it be like this? The younger one can't win, so the older one comes out to protect the emperor?"

"Koreans are Koreans. They always go back on their words."

"Little brother, don't agree to him, let's just play gambler..."

They all knew that Lee Young-gi's strength was far superior to Park Sang-woo's. This morning he won 300 million yuan with just 10,000 yuan.

If he personally takes action, Ye Feng will be in real danger.

However, Ye Feng's face still showed no emotion, he just slowly uttered one word: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)