Hershel's eyes were wide open. It was obvious that he wanted to trap you, but you really jumped in. Wasn't there something wrong with your brain?
The tall young man smiled. "You're very confident to know that I'm a professional racing driver and dare to compete with me. Why don't we make a bet? In addition to the one million Chaika bet with you, I'll add another two million. Do you dare to accept it?"
"Okay." Michael replied with a calm face.
Hershel felt a little dizzy again and comforted himself in his heart. "It's okay. The other side's car must not be as good as my brother-in-law's. Even if the other side's technology is better, with the advantage of the car, I have a chance to win!"
Many people noticed the movement here, and their eyes fell on Michael and the tall young man.
"This guy actually wants to compete with Josiah. Isn't he giving him money?"