CIATB Chapter 54 A High-Stakes Gamble!
Chapter 54 A High-Stakes Gamble!
This calm yet extremely arrogant statement, like a silent nuclear bomb, exploded on the main road of Jiangzhou University.
Smashing cars?
The loser smashed his own car?
That's a Ferrari SF90! A top-tier supercar that costs over five million!
And that Cullinan is a mobile palace worth nearly ten million!
The students watching the commotion felt as if their brains had been hit hard by a hammer, buzzing and completely losing their ability to think.
What kind of bet is this?
crazy!
Everyone thought Zhang Yan must have gone mad!
The ferocious smile on Li Zifeng's face froze completely at the corner of his mouth.
He had imagined countless ways Zhang Yan would react: begging for mercy, sticking out his guns, or simply running away in terror. But he never expected that the other party would propose a bet that was ten or even a hundred times more insane than his own!
"What...what did you say?"
Li Zifeng's voice was distorted, and he suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged. He simply repeated himself, his voice not loud, but like iron nails, each word hammering into everyone's ears.
"I said, the loser smashes the car."
This time, everyone heard it clearly.
The crowd erupted in chaos!
"Holy crap! Did I hear that right? Smashing a car? This guy's ruthless!"
"This isn't just acting out of spite, it's gambling with lives! Smashing a car worth millions like that?"
"Has he been driven mad by Li Zifeng? What makes him think he can beat the school team's shooting guard?"
Wang Hao, standing to the side, was not only weak in the knees, but he felt as if his soul was about to float out of his body.
He gripped Zhang Yan's arm tightly, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
"Yan... Brother Yan... Stop... Stop playing around... Let's go home... Let's go home for dinner..."
Su Wanqing's already pale face was now completely devoid of color.
Looking at Zhang Yan's profile, which was unusually calm, she felt as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and she experienced waves of pain.
She didn't understand why things had gotten to this point.
She just wanted him to stop wallowing in self-pity. Why did he have to resort to such a self-destructive method to spite a spoiled brat?
Under the spotlight of thousands of eyes, Li Zifeng's face turned from red to green, then from green to white, as if a dye shop had been opened.
He was roasted over a fire.
He started the betting game, and he set the rules.
Now, Zhang Yan has simply raised the stakes. If he doesn't dare to accept, then Li Zifeng will become a complete joke in Jinghai's social circles!
Is it available?
That's his precious SF90!
"What's wrong?"
Looking at his constipated expression, Zhang Yan's lips curled into a very faint smile. "You're scared now?"
These three words were like three resounding slaps to Li Zifeng's face.
"Who the hell wouldn't dare!"
Li Zifeng reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger, the veins on his neck bulging. "You think I'm afraid of a pretty boy like you?!"
"Let's bet! Whoever doesn't smash things is a coward!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the outdoor basketball court not far away and roared, "Now! Right now! If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'm not a Li!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shoved the person next to him aside and strode aggressively toward the basketball court.
The crowd parted automatically to make way, and everyone followed excitedly, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
Who would want to miss out on such a high-stakes gamble worth tens of millions?
Seeing this irreversible situation, Wang Hao felt a wave of dizziness and almost fainted on the spot.
Zhang Yan simply patted him on the shoulder, then strode off and followed at a leisurely pace.
……
An outdoor basketball court.
The cement floor was painted with faded white lines, and the red paint on the basketball hoop had mostly peeled off, revealing the rusty iron ring underneath.
Li Zifeng took off his flashy Versace shirt, revealing a professional Nike basketball jersey underneath, showcasing his well-defined muscles.
He took a basketball from his henchman and slammed it on the ground a few times, making a series of dull thuds.
"The rules are simple: ten minutes, goals are valid, and whoever has the highest score wins!"
Li Zifeng tossed the basketball to Zhang Yan with a contemptuous look, "I'll let you go first, so you won't say I'm bullying you."
Zhang Yan took the ball and weighed it in his hand.
The skill of "God-level Basketball Mastery" made the round ball in his hands feel like an extension of his body, incredibly familiar and dear to him.
He didn't take off his jacket or do any warm-up exercises; he just stood quietly in the center circle.
"Let's begin."
Li Zifeng sneered and immediately adopted a standard defensive stance, lowering his center of gravity and spreading his arms, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
The surrounding audience had completely packed the stadium, with all their phones held high and pointed at the two players in the center of the court.
"Go, Young Master Li! Crush that pretty boy!"
"Let him know what professionalism is!"
Amidst the deafening cheers, Zhang Yan made his move.
He didn't use any fancy dribbling techniques; he simply slapped the ball to the left with his right hand and started moving forward.
The movements are simple, but the speed is astonishing!
Li Zifeng only felt a blur before his eyes, and the white figure had already flashed past him!
"So fast!"
Li Zifeng was startled, but as a member of the school team, he reacted quickly, immediately turning around to defend and blocking Zhang Yan's path in two quick steps.
He anticipated that Zhang Yan would go straight for a layup, so he jumped early, spread his arms, and tried to block the shot!
However, Zhang Yan made a move in mid-air that baffled everyone.
Instead of going for a layup, at the very moment his body reached its highest point, he flicked his wrist and passed the basketball from behind his back to... air?
Do not!
That's not being transferred to the air!
The basketball slammed precisely against the side of the backboard, then bounced back at an odd angle!
It landed right back in Zhang Yan's hands as he landed and turned around!
Self-throwing and self-grabbing!
Li Zifeng was still in the air, watching helplessly as Zhang Yan caught the ball and jumped again.
This time, there were no frills.
Only pure, violent aesthetics!
"Bang--!"
A loud bang!
Zhang Yan slammed the basketball into the hoop with one hand!
The entire basketball hoop was shaking violently, creaking under the strain.
The entire venue was deathly silent.