Volume One, Chapter 9: Three Consecutive Victories, the Master Acknowledges Defeat!
“Number One racehorse, takes the crown!”
As the enthusiastic announcement echoed over the loudspeakers, the small circle surrounding Wu Tianshun—over a hundred people strong—fell into stunned silence. One by one, they stared blankly at Ye Yun, as if seeing a ghost.
Xu Yuer could hardly believe it. “Number One really won!”
“Ye Yun, you’re a genius at horse racing.”
“Ahaha, we’ve struck it rich!”
Excitedly, they danced around, some even gripping Ye Yun’s arm and shaking it vigorously.
Ye Yun’s expression was strange. This girl, with a chestful of assets, was quite well-endowed.
Susan, usually reserved, couldn’t help but blush with excitement. Her eyes toward Ye Yun had changed dramatically.
But when she saw her close friend so intimate with Ye Yun, her brows furrowed ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The results were quickly tallied.
Ye Yun had bet two thousand and pocketed one hundred eighty thousand.
The odds were so generous even Ye Yun was surprised.
Wu Tianshun’s face twitched, forcing a dry chuckle. “Young man, you’re just lucky! Two consecutive wins against me, you’ve every reason to be proud!”
The other sycophants, silent until now, immediately started flattering him wildly.
“Not bad, this kid really stepped on a lucky streak!”
“But Old Wu, a moment of luck means nothing. Your exquisite skill is the true model for us!”
“Old Wu, victory and defeat are common in battle. Your elegance won’t be diminished by a mere flaw!”
Ye Yun shrugged, unwilling to waste breath on these tedious fools.
As he turned to leave, Wu Tianshun called out hurriedly, “Young friend, let’s play one last round. If you can still beat me, I’ll admit defeat wholeheartedly!”
Ye Yun smiled faintly. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Because if we keep playing, not just one round but even ten, you’ll inevitably lose.”
Wu Tianshun laughed bitterly through anger. “Boy, your arrogance is outrageous.”
“I’ve been racing horses for so many years, here in Jiangnan City and throughout the Southern Province, no one dares to be as cocky as you!”
Ye Yun shrugged again. “Could it be that everyone in the Southern Province’s horse racing scene is insignificant to me?”
Boom!
Suddenly, the crowd exploded.
“Damn it, this brat’s full of himself!”
“We have to teach him a lesson, even the king himself won’t tolerate his arrogance.”
“Hmph, youth with courage is good, but lacking humility is doomed to fail!”
“He dares to look down on the entire Southern Province? Who does he think he is? He’s courting death!”
Wu Tianshun, furious, eyes nearly popping out, roared, “This last round—if you can still beat me, I swear I’ll never step foot in the racetrack again.”
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“And I’ll give you a chance to rise to fame and fortune in Jiangnan City!”
Those words sparked envy and jealousy among the sycophants surrounding them.
To gain the favor of the antique association’s chairman, Wu Tianshun—a top wealthy figure in Jiangnan City—was a golden ticket to success.
After a brief daze, Susan and Xu Yuer quickly signaled Ye Yun with their eyes.
“Hurry and thank the old man, what are you standing there for?”
“Ye Yun, with this promise from Old Wu, you’ll instantly become famous in Jiangnan City.”
However, to everyone’s astonishment, Ye Yun remained calm and indifferent.
“Alright, one more round then.”
“But only this last one. Playing against someone so far below my level is just not interesting!”
Faces immediately turned grim, glaring daggers at Ye Yun, itching to slap him.
This bastard was unbearably arrogant—truly unlike anyone they’d ever seen.
Wu Tianshun felt a sharp pain in his chest, suffocating.
“I’ll make sure you know what it means to respect experience!”
The next race was about to begin.
Everyone held their breath, looking to Wu Tianshun, waiting for his command.
“Boy, this round is my lucky horse’s time to shine.”
“Your streak of good luck ends now!”
He declared loudly to Ye Yun before placing his bet. “Number Ten, everyone, let’s fight one last battle.”
“I promise to bring you peace and prosperity!”
The sycophants eagerly followed suit, betting on Number Ten.
Xu Yuer looked at Ye Yun expectantly. “Ye Yun, what about us? Come on, let’s place our bets.”
Ye Yun shook his head and sighed. “Number Two. Looks like I’m about to pocket another hundred thousand.”
“Sigh! If only I’d known rich people were so stupid, I wouldn’t be a security guard—I’d just come here every day with a sack to pick up the money!”
Many nearly choked on their laughter.
That remark was infuriatingly blunt.
Rich people stupid? Did you hear that?
Wu Tianshun’s eyes reddened as he shouted, “Boy, if you can still win, I’ll toast you and admit defeat on the spot—and from now on, I’ll avoid you like the plague!”
The crowd was full of scornful voices, all enraged by Ye Yun’s arrogance.
Susan felt a twinge of anxiety.
There was no helping it—this extraordinary security guard had offended everyone.
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“Ye Yun, how confident are you?”
She asked.
Ye Yun thought for a moment. “One hundred percent.”
Susan blinked in surprise.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on Ye Yun, suddenly noticing a certain captivating charm and handsomeness in him.
With the whistle’s blow, ten magnificent horses burst forward!
Wu Tianshun’s Number Ten surged ahead with tremendous momentum.
Ye Yun’s Number Two was only in third place—not even second.
“Hmph, if you don’t lose, I’ll eat shit live on air!”
“Finally, some pride restored!”
“Number Ten is Old Wu’s lucky horse—this round, even Buddha himself couldn’t stop him!”
The flattery made Wu Tianshun laugh heartily.
He felt like a commanding general leading his army to victory on the battlefield.
And this greenhorn, Ye Yun, was about to be toppled.
The announcer’s voice grew passionate.
“The finish line is in sight!”
“Number Two horse is accelerating, overtaking Number Seven to take second place.”
“Number Two keeps pushing—unbelievable—a miracle!”
“Number Two surges ahead at the last moment, overtaking the strong Number Ten to claim first place!”
“Spectacular! This race is the most thrilling finish in the past three months! Let us congratulate Number Two for taking the championship!”
The stands fell silent as a pin could drop.
Except for the announcer’s fervent shouts, Wu Tianshun and the others were speechless, frozen in place.
Not only them, but Susan and Xu Yuer were equally incredulous.
Ye Yun had truly won again.
He had defeated the seasoned Wu Tianshun three times in a row—no deception at all.
“I admire you. I have nothing else to say but admiration.”
Finally, Wu Tianshun broke the silence.
His face bitter, he cupped his fist toward Ye Yun in full martial respect.
The others were stunned beyond words.
Wu Tianshun, a proud and high-ranking figure in Jiangdong’s antique world, never owed anyone an apology.
Yet now, he had to admit defeat to an unknown nobody.
This scene was nothing short of shocking.