"Are we making a bet, then?"
The crowd was somewhat astonished; they hadn't expected Li Feng to display such confidence and actually contemplate betting against Feng Shaoxin!
Feng Shaoxin himself was also full of surprise, but this indeed suited his intentions well. Li Feng was just a lowly driver - whatever the bet was about, he was bound to be far superior and thus didn't care what was at stake.
"Since Young Master Li has such refined interests, it is not my place to refuse. May I ask what Young Master Li would like to bet on?"
While Feng Shaoxin spoke, his eyes scanned Li Feng from head to toe; though he didn't articulate his doubt, to others it seemed like he was questioning what kind of stake Li Feng could offer.
The rest of the crowd was smiling, well aware that Li Feng's wealth could hardly compare to theirs, so the bet they were talking about probably wouldn't amount to more than a minor diversion.
