"Right! How could I not have thought of this!"
Tian Ye slapped his forehead and then stormed over with a face full of rage, "Boy, you're playing dirty, aren't you? You actually used a modified car to race me? Fuck, how can you race with such powerful mods? That's not fair! The race doesn't count!"
"Not fair?" Mo Han sneered, "Is your car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan fair compared to my car which only cost tens of thousands?"
Tian Ye's face turned red; indeed, racing with his luxury car was even less fair, but he couldn't possibly admit it now.
He simply brazenly argued, "I don't care, you raced me with a modified car, so it doesn't count. Our bet is off!"
According to the bet they had placed earlier, Tian Ye would have to pay Mo Han 500,000 yuan if he lost. That wasn't a small sum, considering even his BMW 530 had only cost him 450,000 yuan.
"So, you're saying you're not planning on honoring the bet?" Mo Han narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.