Doot. A long horn sounded. The race had begun.
The whole scene was filled with festivity, boiling over, everyone’s eyes were firmly fixed on their chosen horse, shouting wildly.
“Number one, charge for me!”
“I’ve put all my fortune and life on you, number six, go!”
“Number eight, charge!”
The scene below was boiling over.
However, there were cheers for all, but none for number ten. Because number ten was a limping horse, it ran with difficulty and was very slow. It had fallen behind from the very beginning, even panting a bit.
“Mr. Owl, it seems your judgement is off. Your number ten is already in last place. Don’t worry, if you lose later, I’ll help you redeem your knife,” Matthew Grant walked over, standing shoulder to shoulder with Robin.
“It’s not the end yet, the outcome is still undecided,” Robin stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the scene.
The corner of Matthew Grant’s mouth twitched.
He didn’t understand where Nightowl’s mysterious confidence came from, thinking that this limping horse could win. Could it really win? Impossible. No matter who won, it couldn’t possibly be the limping horse. The chances were too slim, almost zero.
At that moment, the commentator picked up the microphone and shouted, “Number one, as everyone expected, is the lead contender. It’s running ahead, at the front. Number three is trailing closely behind, about to surpass it. Oh, number one has accelerated, number three couldn’t overtake after all, pity. Huh, number five at the back is also pushing hard.”
“Everyone knows that number five is a little mare, very beautiful. But generally, mares can’t catch up with stallions. But now, this mare seems to be catching up, could this be a dark horse? It’s catching up, it’s catching up.”
“It overtook number three, it’s about to catch up to number one.”
“Alas, what a pity, number one is too fast, it can’t catch up. Number three is coming back, number three is coming back.”
The commentator kept on commenting, but it was all about number one, number three, and number five, the horses that Matthew Grant, Dylan Harding, and Betty Laydon favored. Now they all had a chance to win the championship.
Only the number ten horse that Robin had chosen was trailing far behind.
The three of them didn’t say anything, but there was a hint of amusement in their eyes. After all, a killer could only be a killer. Betting on horses, that high-class matter, a killer couldn’t handle it. A brute who only knows how to fight and kill. Not worth considering.
But suddenly, in the last lap, the commentator screamed, “Impossible, this is unbelievable, this horse, it actually caught up, it actually caught up, number ten, it caught up.”
Everyone was shocked.
Number ten, this horse that was always at the end, suddenly started to push hard in the last lap. It ran extremely fast, constantly moving forward, running crazily. It gradually overtook the horses behind it.
It overtook number seven, overtook number five, overtook number three.
“This… it’s about to overtake number one, there’s a hundred meters left, fifty meters, the two horses are neck and neck, number one General Shenwei accelerated, number ten also accelerated, oh my god, there’s ten meters left, it overtook, it overtook. It’s a miracle, it caught up in the last ten meters, oh my god, this number ten, this is the real dark horse, it actually caught up, I can’t believe it.”
The commentator was screaming.
The people below were also screaming, but most of them were angry.
Because, not many people bet on number ten.
If they had bet on number ten, they would have all become rich now, but they hadn’t.
Matthew Grant and others’ faces were somewhat stiff, they lost. The horses they chose all lost. The key point is, they lost. If any other horse had won, they wouldn’t have been upset.
But the key point is, Nightowl’s horse won. And it was the most limping one.
The horse that looked the least likely to win, actually won. This seemed too unbelievable.
However, these people were all people of status, so they didn’t show much emotion.
In the end, it was Dylan Harding who came over and said, “Mr. Owl, you have a truly discerning eye, you spotted it right away. Is there some trick to it? By the way, I have a villa here, it’s been vacant for a while. If Mr. Owl is willing to share this trick with me, I’ll give this villa to Mr. Owl. Don’t worry, no one’s spying on you.”
Dylan Harding brought out a set of keys, “It’s perfect, you can let your brother stay there, it’s not good for him to always stay in the hospital.”
The last sentence wasn’t out of concern. He was bringing up something from the past, Robin had asked them for a favor last time, if they refused this time, it would be a loss of face for him.
“Alright.” Robin agreed.
Robin took the bunch of keys handed to him, holding them in his hand before saying, “That wasn’t a lame horse, it was a good horse. I learned about horses when I was a kid. I can tell this horse has run a lot in the past, which is why its legs are in this condition. It often runs, so it needs some distance to speed up. That’s why it was able to overtake the others from behind.”
“Mr. Owl, you really are a man of great learning,” Betty Laydon praised.
At this time, the racetrack owner had already delivered the reward: a prize of four billion, with odds of one-to-eight. This number ten horse was the least favored, but it won. So, the payout was substantial.
“Mr. Owl, you have suddenly become wealthy. However, no one ever complains about having too much money. Perhaps, my Grant family would like to purchase your Sword of Kings,” Matthew Grant murmured as he made his way to Robin’s side, his words intended for Robin alone. He meant to say that he was willing to buy it at any price.
Robin shook his head, “I’ve already promised James Harding. If I sell it now, wouldn’t that make me a man who doesn’t keep his word? The Harding family wouldn’t forgive me. I also don’t want to stay in Middle Land for the rest of my life.”
“Well, then,” Matthew Grant shrugged his shoulders. He had guessed that a single person’s offer would not be as high as a group’s. If he were in Robin’s shoes, he would also choose thus, perhaps even getting more in the process.
After the races, Dylan Harding suggested they visit the villa he had given to Robin for a tour. Everyone agreed. However, Robin felt something was off. But since they had all agreed, he had no choice but to go. Nightowl was cold-hearted, but not unsociable. They soon arrived at the villa, nestled against a mountain and by a river. The environment was beautiful.
As they had just entered the house, someone arrived at the place, and they were Dylan Harding’s men.