Over two thousand spectators all looked towards the power gate.
Zhang Jing was also worried that Andy's fall would be too fake, which would be embarrassing.
"Brother Zhang, do you think 'Undying' can advance in the first round?" Ding Jiaqi's voice was excited, her snow-white chin raised, looking in the same direction as Zhang Jing.
The first and second place horses advanced directly; the other horses were not directly eliminated.
Next Saturday, it's still at St. Francis' Racecourse, still seven horses per group, with the top two advancing—similar to a resurrection race. It's their last chance, so Ding Jiaqi is very concerned.
"Absolutely," Zhang Jing said confidently, "I'll bet 1000 yuan on first place in the first 1000 meters."
"Tch," came Qu Xiaoqing's disdainful voice from the sid
