manynovel Chapter 410: She's a princess, and Sir Darth's legs went weak.
Chapter 410: She's a princess, and Sir Darth's legs went weak.
"Good. Kid, you've successfully angered me."
Sir Darth gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't make you lose your pants today, I'm not Darth. I'll take your bet. Tell me, how do you want to bet?"
Old Mo laughed and said, "How about this, I'll use my own people and my own horses to join your racecourse. If my horse comes in first, I win. If my horse doesn't come in first, I lose. OK?"
Sir Darth Vader was stunned when he heard this.
"What did you say? Did I hear that right? You're betting on a horse? One to one odds?"
Horse racing typically involves twelve horses competing together. Buying a single horse is a significant disadvantage.
Generally, the odds are doubled when you bet on a single horse.
Therefore, Sir Darth Vader was somewhat incredulous. This was suicidal.
Old Mo chuckled and said, "I'll bet you a horse. If you dare to bet, we'll start; if you don't, don't bother my wife again."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Sir Darth Vader couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Kid, you don't even know how to play horse racing? You dare to bet with me like this? I really admire your courage. Alright, since that's the case, let's go sign the bet now. Are you in or not?"
Old Mo shrugged and said, "Of course, there's no problem with that."
Soon, the two signed a betting agreement at the notary office at the racecourse.
Sir Darth Vader signed his name with a flourish, then said sarcastically, "Mr. Chen, the contract is signed. When will your horse and your men be delivered?"
Old Mo chuckled and pointed towards the starting point of the racetrack: "See that? That's my horse and my rider."
Sir Darth Vader quickly looked over there, but it was too far away for him to see the person's face.
He only saw a female knight, dressed in a white professional riding outfit, leading a tall horse, looking very heroic and dashing.
Most importantly, he also saw the owner of the horse farm, Ma Jintao, serving him obsequiously.
That's right, the female knight is Princess Anne herself.
Princess Anne is a professional jockey; she has won awards in the past.
Upon hearing that Lao Mo was going to gamble with someone, she immediately found a secluded spot, took out a horse from her spatial storage, and insisted on going on the field herself.
He wanted to show these people how Space Horse could use its dimensional advantage to defeat them.
Sir Darth Vader was even happier when he saw it was a woman.
"Mr. Chen, do you hate your wife? Want to give her to me? You're offering me such a good deal, and now you've even brought another woman to compete with me? Haha, I'm almost embarrassed by this. Haha..."
Old Mo laughed too: "Sir Darth Vader, I hope you'll still be laughing after the competition."
Sir Dart exclaimed, "It seems you have great confidence in your horse!"
Sir Darth Vader lowered his voice and said sinisterly, "Mr. Chen, don't forget, this is my home turf. I want you to win, and that's how you win. Hahahaha..."
After Sir Darth finished speaking, he laughed wildly, as if he had already won.
Old Mo ignored him completely; under his powerful divine sense, there was no way he could tamper with anything.
So, he's bound to win this round; there's no need to argue with him here.
Sir Darth Vader, seeing that Old Mo ignored him, gave a cold laugh and left.
Soon, Sir Dart found Ma Jintao.
Ma Jintao had just tried to curry favor with Princess Anne, but was kicked out. He was quite frustrated!
Sir Dart approached him and whispered, "Chairman Ma, is that new horse number twelve? Please arrange for her to not finish the race."
Yes, he wanted Princess Anne to fall off her horse halfway through the race, ending it in one go.
They used to do this kind of thing quite often.
Upon hearing this, Ma Jintao paused for a moment, wondering if he had misheard.
"What did you say? Sir Darth, you want number twelve?"
Sir Dart nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, I have a bet of one hundred million US dollars. If she wins, I will go bankrupt immediately. So, Chairman Ma, please."
Ma Jintao is not only the owner here, but also the president of the Hong Kong Jockey Club.
Ma Jintao was stunned, looking at Sir Dart as if he were a fool.
"Sir Darth Vader, you don't know yet? Number Twelve is Princess Anne, the Queen's only daughter. You want me to deal with her?"
If someone were to harass an English princess in Hong Kong, they must be complaining that their life is too comfortable.
Although things are not as outrageous as in the feudal society of the past, a single word from someone can still determine your life or death.
"What did you say?"
Sir Dartt instantly felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his head was buzzing.
"What did you say? Number twelve is Princess Anne? How is that possible?"
Ma Jintao said, "It's confirmed, it's Princess Anne. Look over there, that's her guard. Are you still going to mess with her?"
Sir Dart looked in the direction Ma Jintao was pointing. He saw dozens of female soldiers, dressed in military uniforms, with pistols at their waists and submachine guns in their arms.
They stood there at attention, looking very smart and spirited.
Sir Darth Vader suddenly felt his legs go weak and he couldn't stand up straight, so he sat down on the ground with a thud.
Even so, he seemed oblivious to the fact that he was already sitting on the ground, still staring in disbelief at the giant hibiscus flowers over there.
That guy surnamed Chen invited Princess Anne to be his knight. What's their relationship?
oh my god
Sir Darth Vader broke out in a cold sweat at the thought.
He was merely a baron, not even a nobleman. Princess Anne could strip him of all his status with just a single word.
Without his baronial status, he was nothing.
At that moment, a gunshot rang out, and the horse race began.
At the starting point, the railings opened, and twelve horses rushed out, vying for position.
Leading the charge was none other than Princess Anne, dressed in a striking white outfit.
Yes, these ordinary horses are no match for the space horses. Even their starting speed is far inferior.
"Wow, number 12 is so cool."
"Unbelievable, how could horse number twelve be so fast?"
The stands were packed with people. Everyone stared in disbelief at what was happening on the track.
The track was originally only 1,000 meters long, but as soon as you started, you were three or four meters ahead of the others, and the gap kept widening. How could you compete like that?
Those who come here to watch the horse races are all seasoned horse racing veterans. They have never seen horses so fast before.
Shocking, absolutely shocking.
Sir Darth Vader also got up, leaned on the railing, and looked at everything in the arena.
The person went numb instantly.