Chapter 1151 - 1146: What Are Your Orders, Master?
The moment the voice was heard, everyone was slightly startled.
This voice is so familiar, is it Night Emperor?
They turned around upon hearing it, and sure enough, under the night sky, Qin Hao stood there.
"So you didn’t run away."
Now, Xia Youde was a bit confused.
When did he sneak up behind us?
"Why should I run?" Qin Hao calmly countered.
Why should he run?
Everyone found it quite laughable.
Someone mocked, "You lost the race, shouldn’t you be running away?"
Another spoke up, "Or did you specifically stay to accept our humiliation?"
Xia Youde also grinned, "Who would have thought, Night Emperor has a masochistic tendency!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Everyone started laughing heartily.
Ah Mao and Tom were both furious but had no way to speak up.
Only Qin Hao remained quite calm, "Are you all idiots?"
Idiots?
The laughter stopped, and everyone looked annoyed.
This Night Emperor, could he be insane?
He clearly lost the race, right?
What gives him this arrogant tone?
Agitated by Qin Hao’s expression, Xia Youde immediately got angry and cursed, "Night Emperor, you ungrateful scum. A loss is a loss; do you really have to come up with all kinds of excuses? Even though our martial power is inferior to yours, we admitted it calmly. Is this how petty you are?"
"Noisy." Qin Hao spat out these two words coldly.
"You’re calling me noisy?" Xia Youde immediately flew into a rage and instinctively wanted to call for backup.
But then he thought, given Night Emperor’s strength, even those present might not be able to take him down.
He could only curse with a grim face, "Sore loser!"
Everyone also nodded quietly, looking at Qin Hao with disdain.
Having martial skills but lacking character.
With people like this, no wonder they are looked down upon.
Facing the accusations, Qin Hao remained calm: "Who said I can’t take a loss? The point is, I didn’t lose at all."
"You didn’t lose?" Xia Youde’s face showed amusement and he laughed as if hearing a joke: "Hahaha, look at this, Night Emperor has gone completely out of his mind!"
"Haha! How pathetic!"
Amidst various mockeries, a voice suddenly emerged: "He didn’t lose in the first place."
The scene instantly quieted down.
No one could laugh anymore.
It was a female voice.
Amidst the racing crowd, there was only one female voice.
Everyone instinctively looked towards the black phantom car.
The door opened, and Vini Jones emerged from the vehicle.
She walked over slowly, her face a picture of conflict.
"Boss, what on earth is going on!" Xia Youde asked, utterly confused.
Why is Boss suddenly speaking in Night Emperor’s favor?
It makes no logical sense!
Vini Jones ignored Xia Youde and instead surveyed everyone: "Night Emperor did not lose."
She was met with skepticism from everyone: "Why!?"
"That’s right! Clearly, you were the first to reach the finish line!"
"How can it be said that Night Emperor didn’t lose?"
Xia Youde clenched his fists: "Boss, what’s really going on? Please explain it clearly!"
This concerns the Rose Society’s face.
If we just admit defeat like this,
where will the Rose Society’s reputation go in the future?
However, Vini Jones seemed determined, stating solemnly, "Because Night Emperor was in my car at the time."
"Hiss." Many people felt incredibly surprised.
Wasn’t Night Emperor in his own taxi?
How did he inexplicably end up in the black phantom?
The more questions arose in everyone’s minds.
Vini Jones couldn’t be bothered to answer but continued, "At that time, he yielded to me. If it were under normal circumstances, he would have definitely won."
Hearing this, many were astonished, looking at Qin Hao and Vini Jones.
What on earth are these two up to?
Why is Vini Jones suddenly supporting Night Emperor?
Aren’t they supposed to be enemies!
Xia Youde’s face twisted, and he gritted his teeth: "Boss, you can’t say that! In racing, results are everything. You won, so naturally, you are the victor."
Vini Jones shook her head, but the members were displeased.
After all, this is about the honor of the entire Rose Society.
People began to argue.
"Boss, stop being modest!"
"Yeah! Even if your skills aren’t as good as Night Emperor, you were still the first to cross the finish line!"
"Exactly, you don’t need to fear him, we’re all here with you!"
Amidst the various opinions, Vini Jones’ face became very uncomfortable.
Xia Youde saw an opportunity and immediately stepped forward, saying, "Boss, you’re the champion, really..."
He was halfway through his sentence when Vini Jones’ expression shifted, and she angrily snapped, "You’re so annoying! I said Night Emperor is the champion and that’s final! I might as well concede the victory to him!"
These words, like a thunderbolt in the dark night, instantly stunned everyone.
Each of them stood there dumbstruck, faces full of shock.
Why did the president suddenly explode in anger?
Isn’t she supposed to be the epitome of cool elegance?
What on earth is going on!
"Boss..." Xia Youde was still unwilling to give up, but as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Vini Jones’ blunt scolding: "Shut up, you useless piece of trash! I said Night Emperor is the champion, did you hear me!"
Xia Youde was left utterly embarrassed, his heart simmering with indignation.
But he did not rebut.
Because he didn’t have the right.
Vini Jones was one of the seven founders.
Although he held a high position, as a steward, it couldn’t be compared to the status of the boss behind the scenes.
So, he could only grit his teeth and choose to accept it.
"Listen, I say Night Emperor is the winner, who dares challenge that?" After cursing, Vini Jones seemed to regain her calm, scanning around with an arrogant demeanor.
Everyone remained silent, feeling extremely stifled.
Who would dare oppose when you’re this wild?
But Boss, what exactly are you thinking?
Why are you treating Night Emperor so kindly!
We’re getting so jealous!
Vini Jones was satisfied with everyone’s silence, nodding and saying, "Very good. This is settled, I don’t want to discuss it anymore."
As soon as these words landed, many members felt pain and their faces aged a decade.
We lost.
We lost big.
This gamble will bankrupt everyone!
On the other side, Ah Mao and Tom hugged each other in excitement.
"We hit the jackpot!"
"We’re rich! Red wine and young models, overseas clubs, here we come!"
They had no idea why things turned out this way.
But who cares.
If she said so, who dares not to agree with the result?
Just hand over the bets, okay!
Old Huang didn’t know what those two brothers were up to but courteously joined in, and soon the three of them were hugging together, quite the comedic sight.
Some were happy, some were sad.
Qin Hao’s mood was melancholy.
Sigh, although he took first, it didn’t quite feel satisfying, did it?
Because no matter how he saw it, he felt as though he had been the "kept man" this time.
As the "kept man," Qin Hao casually glanced at Vini Jones, attempting to give a nod of appreciation from the master.
But just that look startled Vini Jones, who immediately came over and bent down: "What are your orders, master?"