Chapter 262

As soon as Elizabeth finished talking, Victor looked shocked. Everyone around exchanged surprised glances. “What did Elizabeth say? What if Victor loses?”

Seeing Victor gulp, Elizabeth repeated, “If you lose, you cut off a thumb. Deal or not?”

Victor laughed awkwardly, clearly wondering why Elizabeth was taking it so far. This was a serious bet. He just wanted to beat Elizabeth, not risk his life. The crowd went silent.

Elizabeth stepped closer, smiling. “Scared?”

Victor panicked. As he stammered, unsure what to say, someone in the back jeered, “Victor, she’s just a woman. What are you afraid of?”

“Yeah, you’ve run this track hundreds of times. How could you lose to her?”

“But we have one condition!” A red-haired kid named Gregory Long pushed through the crowd.

Elizabeth eyed Gregory, guessing he was Victor’s friend. “If you lose!” Gregory pointed at Elizabeth, eyes menacing. “You cut off a finger too!”

Elizabeth gasped. Lila grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, worried. Only Felix seemed unfazed, munching on a hot dog, not caring about the absurd race.

“If it’s a bet, it has to be fair!” Gregory said. The crowd nodded. “That’s right!”

“Cutting off a finger if you lose. Race or leave. We’re all busy!”

“Victor’s scared to race a woman. What a coward!” someone shouted.

The insult hit Victor hard, and he yelled, “Race it is! Who am I afraid of?”

Gregory quickly said, “The bet is on. Sign here!”

The Eaglecrest Mountain races had rules that any accidents, like car crashes or deaths, weren’t the race’s responsibility. Now, they added a rule that if anyone cut off a finger, it was just part of the bet.

Elizabeth glanced at the contract and found no issues. She signed her name decisively, like signing a divorce paper.

Chapter 202

Finally, with a determined stomp, Victor signed. They feared nothing more than being looked down upon; Victor, a rate figure in the racing world, couldn’t afford that. They locked eyes, tension high.

Gregory immediately shouted, “Place your bets!”

Elizabeth looked back and said, “Felix,”

Felix nodded, “Don’t worry, do your thing.” Lila frowned, worried. Lila thought, Elizabeth, you foul!

“Are you betting?” Gregory suddenly brought over two transparent rats, red for Elizabeth and blue for Victor.

Victor’s bucket was filled with money, people throwing in stacks. Elizabeth’s bucket had barely anything.

Felix glared at Gregory and shouted, “Of course, we’re betting!” Felix threw all his money into Elizabeth’s bucket.

Gregory sneered, “Friendly reminder, the last female racer to win a bet was Steve Beneful. You might end up with nothing tonight.”