"Black Household" Across Time and Space

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The VIP viewing area of ​​Churchill Park Racecourse ushered in a group of distinguished spectators, and the treatment they enjoyed was no less than that of the president in person.The high-end independent seats not only have a wide field of view, but each position is equipped with a pair of sophisticated remote binoculars.

The parents of the five major families at the VIP seats centered on Angelo, Garcia and Old Temple were separated on the left and right, and the other three sat down next to them in order of their family strength, and the important leaders of each family sat behind them.Behind Garcia were Andy and Vera, behind Old Temple was his son-in-law and assistant, and Angelo was Chris White who came to the United States with him—his deacon in black.

Angelo is the pope of the world, and there is no one in the mafia who does not know this Pope Nero from top to bottom. Of course, not everyone in these people has seen this overlord on the top of the tower with his own eyes, including those who are on the upper level of the pyramid. family godfathers.They know him only through some tangible media such as online media, graphics and images. It is the first time for many people to have such a close contact like today, and this first time also includes the American king-Garcia.

Even though it was the first time he saw an absolute emperor on the Tao, Garcia did not show any discomfort under authority.Compared with the old Temple who was sitting next to Angelo, he was more at ease, at least he still had the leisure to tease his immediate boss.

[For a mere race, Mr. Vimarny came here in person, it really makes me panic! 】

I have to admit that the legendary pope is indeed a great beauty, more specifically, he is more like a beauty made of ice, especially when he put down the binoculars, his side face is stern and sharp, at least it looks like this now.If he had to pick a flaw, it was that Garcia hated his golden hair, which reminded him of his rival with the same hair texture.

Angelo put down the binoculars in his hand, but didn't look back. He was still looking at the stadium in the distance, even though the next game hadn't started yet.When he spoke, his voice was neither cold nor hot, but it just fit his proper identity just right.

【panic?I really didn't see it, and 'mere'?Is Mr. Garcia underestimating the value of the three states or is his self-confidence too inflated? 】

Garcia is so shrewd. As soon as he said this, he knew who Old Temple borrowed from to dare to challenge his authority. It turned out that he relied on the Pope's support.However... one side of Garcia's mouth is not noticeable and feels pulled upwards; the pope is not a person who is easy to shoot, chaos in the world is definitely easier to control than one person dominating one side, old Temple is really more active and younger, so naive to think that the pope will Help the Batarella family change the dynasty?

For Garcia, insight is just a brain game, and he still shows appropriate humility.

[You're being serious, I just don't think a game of this level can be called gambling in your eyes! 】

Angelo finally withdrew his gaze, stayed on Garcia's smiling face for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: [How come, for you and me, the outcome of the bet is not important, what matters is whether the process is exciting or not, How about...] His eyes returned to the racetrack, and his smile subsided: 【Let's play once, just compare whether this game is good or not, how about it? 】

Garcia also set his sights on the racecourse. With less than 10 minutes left before the classic race, the auditorium was already full, and people were still hurrying to place bets on their favorite horses. Garcia suddenly said: [Mr. side? 】

Angelo's beautiful phoenix eyes slightly closed, blocking the cold light that suddenly rose from within: [I bet it...it's wonderful! 】

Garcia smiled silently, and shrugged regretfully: [I'm afraid this game is over, we have the same vision! 】

Angelo turned his head, gave Garcia a playful look, and seemed to praise him: [It's so rare that someone can have the same vision as mine. My brother always says that my vision is too domineering...]

When Angelo mentioned Jason, his entire aura also softened. Garcia saw it, turned his mind a little, and tentatively said: 【So...he can't become the king! 】

Angelo's eyes suddenly closed and then opened again, which looked like an ordinary blink to others, and then he smiled calmly: 【Yes!He doesn't need to be a king...]

It's 'not needed' rather than 'can't make it', he alone is enough to bear the loneliness of the high place!

Garcia stopped talking, and Angelo's words already contained all the information he wanted, letting him know the man's taboos and bottom line.Finally, he turned his attention back to the racecourse, waiting for the wonderful game that the two agreed to.

After separating from Garcia, Shang Junrong took his oriental lover to do pre-match preparations under the leadership of professionals.Rhodes, who went with him, finally had a long memory after experiencing the hardships of the first two times. He followed him all the way, keeping a safe distance at all times, but he would ensure that he could leave the country in front of the boy every 5 minutes on average.Although Shang Junrong hates this kind of malicious high appearance rate, he has no choice but to do it. The competition is coming, so we can't let this annoying ghost inexplicably "evaporate"!

Speaking of big races, there are twelve horses from different countries participating in this classic race.Both the rider and the horse will have detailed records, including the rider's personal information and the horse's parental blood, all recorded one by one.The names of Shang Junrong and Rhodes were not among the list of detailed riders. Since they represented the two major families in the competition, it is naturally impossible to release information such as their real names to the public.The information obtained by the organizers of Marseilles and the list announced to the public are naturally not authentic. The name filled on it is the information of a second-rate knight that Garcia obtained from nowhere to prove their real existence.

The riders present were dressed in colorful clothes of different colors and knight hats that almost covered most of their faces.Shang Junrong wore a blue-green helmet, a blue-green jacket, white boots and pants, a yellow belt around his waist, a pair of black boots, and a horsewhip of the same color in his hand. The whole person looked extraordinarily heroic.The Oriental Lover wears a full set of yellow saddles, and the saddle number is a black Arabic numeral '5'.

After dressing up, the inspectors will check the horses before the race, and then the riders will weigh them, go to the saddle dressing field to listen to the trainer's tips, and at the same time, the staff will verify the horses.After everything is ready, the riders can mount their horses and enter the arena for inspection.

Oriental Lover is a professional racehorse, and it entered the state of preparation as soon as it entered the starting fence, only waiting for the moment when the gates were opened.After all the eleven horses entered the starting fence, only Rhodes' number seven horse refused to enter the fence for some unknown reason, so that the horses that had already entered the fence began to show impatient emotional reactions after waiting for a long time.Dongfang was one of them, and his reaction was particularly violent. If Shang Junrong hadn't tried his best to appease him, he might have rushed out of the fence long ago.

Hearing the sound, the racehorse in the No. [-] pen next door couldn't bear it any longer. The hooves scratching the dirt and the dull and short growls from the nasal cavity all reflected the anxious mood that it urgently needs to vent at the moment.Shang Junrong has seen the owner of No. [-] racehorse, but only for a quick glimpse.At that time, the contestants were all busy preparing for the race, and no one paid attention to anyone. The young man only remembered that the opponent was wearing a yellow suit, because the rider had his back facing him. Shang Junrong didn't see what he looked like, but the opponent's back was The boy was in a trance for a while, and when he figured out the reason, he was already gone.

Among the many contestants, Shang Junrong only remembered the yellow color coat of No. [-]. He didn't even have a clear impression of what color his main opponent Rhodes wore, just like his frivolous person.Shang Junrong didn't have a good impression of Rhodes, so he ignored that annoying ghost intentionally or unintentionally.But this time Shang Junrong had to pay attention to his unpleasant competitor. If the other party did not enter the fence, not only the Oriental lover, but also the entire racehorse in the starting fence would probably resonate.Fortunately, he didn't make him wait too long, and Rhodes finally got his partner who was suddenly abnormal and entered the starting fence smoothly.

Before that, Shang Junrong just turned his head and looked out because of his impatience. When he saw Rhodes entering the pen, he happened to see an unclear smile on the corner of Rhodes' mouth that should not appear in such an unexpected situation. That could be called a smile.Wei Wei was taken aback for a moment, and when he understood the meaning behind it, the match had already started.

Due to distraction for a while, coupled with the emotional fluctuations caused by the long wait of the oriental lover, Shang Junrong started slowly at the end, and the direct result of the slow foaming was - hanging ponytail.In the first few seconds of the game, the gap had widened. Not to mention Shang Junrong's ponytail, his opponent Rhodes was already far ahead, at least compared to him.

[East, we are behind! 】

Shang Junrong slightly clamped his horse's belly, because he was standing and riding, it was easier to lean over and state the reality in the ear of his oriental lover.During a week with his oriental lover, the boy found that he was more spiritual than ordinary horses.As long as you have a good run-in with it, you don't need hard tools like a horsewhip, and full cooperation and proper control can often get twice the result with half the effort.

Oriental Lover has also discovered the reality that makes it uncomfortable. This backward situation is obviously not in line with its usual racing style.Under the reminder of his partner, his self-esteem swelled to the point of being out of control. After a long cry, he chased after him frantically.

When they finished one-third of the way, they had overtaken five horses in a row, and when they overtook the sixth horse, the driver happened to be the No. [-] rider in yellow.The wonderful thing is that no matter how Shang Junrong chased him, there was always a distance of three horseheads between him and him. With this delicate balance, they both chased two racehorses together. Even so, Shang Junrong still couldn't Keep pace with him.

Being unable to surpass often stimulates people's desire to challenge. Compared with those opponents who have been left behind by him and who will be overtaken sooner or later, including Rhodes, this rider of comparable strength beside him can make the boy's blood boil even more. Thus arousing his strong fighting spirit!

Contestant No. [-] is also interesting, if someone else meets a competitor with great stamina like Shang Junrong, he will always try to get rid of him.It's good for him, he didn't want to hit his opponent's enthusiasm, but he deliberately 'provoked'.After swiping the whip once, he held the whip and pointed to the far end. Although he didn't look back, the confident boy No. [-] understood.

Shang Junrong really understands, understands No. [-]'s intention for no reason - a showdown!In his opinion, it was not a provocation, but a challenge, a well-intentioned challenge!

Compared with carrying the future of the two families and Rhodes having to wager, he prefers to have a pure competition with a rider like No. [-] who has no background, no interests, and comparable strength!The corners of Shang Junrong's mouth raised, and his body pressed down to minimize resistance.With a whip, catch up!

At this time, there were bursts of cheers and cheers from the auditorium, and of course there were also a lot of curses.No. [-] and No. [-], who are not favored by everyone because they do not have brilliant historical records, are like the legendary "dark horses" when the race is almost halfway through. It is exciting to watch them stand out, but it is a pity that it is not me. Bet on the 'dark horse'.It's like buying a lottery ticket, the jackpot was once in front of you, but it's a pity that you didn't choose it at the beginning, which is regrettable and hysterical.

And among the two 'dark horses', especially No. [-] who started slowly, when the bettors had given up hope on him, this inexperienced young rider unexpectedly jumped from the last place to the top five.Not only that, but his numbers tended to shrink, and he was finally competing with the number six rider who was slightly ahead of him.The whole arena finally boiled because of these two unexpected contestants!

Compared with those bettors who invest small sums of money and get emotional at the end, the real big-money gamblers in the VIP area appear much calmer.Because most of the family leaders outside of the game are at best watching a highly competitive horse race for leisure and entertainment.Only the son-in-law of the Batarella family looked a little nervous. After all, this event is about the fate of the family, and the selfish point is about his own future prospects.After seeing his brother-in-law, who was leading the way, being overtaken by those two hot guys at the last corner, he began to frequently wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead that was extraordinarily wide due to early thanks.

Compared with the younger generation, Old Temple is much calmer. After all, it is not the time of life and death. As long as the game continues, anything is possible, not to mention...

Looking at the Pope beside him, Angelo's eyes never left the field, specifically, the two 'dark horses' that came out halfway. As for which one to stay on longer, it is up to Old Temple No matter how observant the words and expressions are, there are not many clues to be seen at this moment.But one thing is certain, Angelo smiled, although the corners of his mouth were only slightly pulled, but there was a bone-chilling chill, which made people shudder.

Game over!Old Temple continued to watch the exciting game more calmly...

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