Became a vicious male mother

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The night before the competition, they had already checked into a hotel arranged next to the venue.

The organizers arranged an introductory session for the contestants at the hotel, where Gu Xinglan also saw several horse farm owners she had met before.

In the stands, a horse farm owner squeezed through and said a lot of harsh words to Tom.

The implication was that Tom was sending Li and Tai, outsiders, to represent the horse farm in the competition.

Of all the competitors, only Li Hetai was an anomaly with yellow skin.

"Wait and see."

Tom was about to retort, but Li and Tai countered in English.

Over the past few days, I've found that although this child is not talkative, he has a very strong temper and excellent horsemanship skills, which are no less than any of the competitors I've ever seen.

At his advanced age, he finally experienced the excitement of Verrocchio meeting a genius like Leonardo da Vinci.

When the photographer turned on his equipment, the screen in the lobby instantly displayed the image.

This live broadcast will be aimed at all investors and bettors of the competition.

Each contestant can go on stage to introduce themselves and their warhorse.

If a contestant wins the competition tomorrow, they will not only receive a prize from the organizer, but also additional bonuses from investors and the favor of bettors.

The favor shown by bettors will attract more investors to focus on the players and seek out the players to advertise, making it a very effective advertising tool.

After everyone before him finished speaking, it was Li Hetai's turn.

As soon as Lai Ho-tai finished putting on his riding uniform backstage, the ranch owner looked him over from left to right, rubbed hair oil on his hands, and prepared to apply it to Lai Ho-tai's head.

"Where is Gu Xinglan?" Li Hetai asked the horse farm owner.

Tom's brows furrowed, his heart pounding with tension, and he didn't hear a thing.

His mind was full of calculations.

As a new contestant, not many people will bet on Li Hetai, but he is the only one who knows Li Hetai's strength. He will win whatever he bets, and he will make a fortune off those snobbish fools.

But the moment the hair oil was applied, Li Hetai suddenly slipped out of his arms.

"Hey!"

Tom tried to catch the person but failed; the white sleeve slipped from his hands.

"He's about to go on stage! Li Hetai!!"

[Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Nelson Tom of Colorado Springs Racecourse with his racehorses to the stage.]

"Oh dear!" Tom exclaimed anxiously.

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Li Hetai came out of the backstage area and immediately spotted the person in the crowd—a man in a suit and tie, his face flushed with anger.

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"Hong Liang!"

Gu Xinglan's face turned bright red with anger.

"You fucking came all this way and didn't even book a plane ticket for Li Hetai!"

The person being grabbed by the collar had turned a purplish-red color and kept slapping Gu Xinglan's hand.

"Sir..." The waiter in the lobby rushed over and tried to pull Gu Xinglan away, but Gu Xinglan stretched out his hand and shoved Hong Liang hard.

Hong Liang immediately collapsed into the black sofa, coughing repeatedly while covering his mouth.

"Gu Xinglan! Are you sick?!"

Having finally regained his senses, Hong Liang, his face ashen, rushed forward, ready to punch Gu Xinglan, yelling, "That kid isn't coming... did I not book his ticket?! Can't you at least ask him before you hit him?!"

After saying that, he slapped Gu Xinglan's arm, but before he could fully exert his strength, an ashtray flew over, and Gu Xinglan instinctively covered his head with his hands and squatted down.

The sound of the glass ashtray shattering startled everyone, and they all turned to look.

Especially when they saw Hong Liang covering his head with his hands, everyone reflexively showed expressions of terror, hiding in all directions, some squatting down, some covering their heads, and some even screaming.

"Someone's firing a shot!!"

These words terrified the people in the hall who were live-streaming, causing them to scatter in panic. Tom, who was backstage and was recklessly going on stage, was also quite frightened by the commotion.

Someone...someone fired a shot?

He quickly hid inside the closet, his large belly pressing against the door, making it impossible to close.

When I heard footsteps, their purpose was very clear: they were running backstage.

Tom was screaming inwardly, his face turning deathly pale with fear.

The moment the cabinet door opened, he immediately raised his hands, closed his eyes, and shouted, "I surrender! I didn't see anything!"

"it's me."

Li Hetai was holding someone's hand, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Outside... someone's shooting outside?" Tom looked toward the door in alarm.

"No, it was the sound of an ashtray breaking." Gu Xinglan lowered her eyes.

I just saw Hong Liang enjoying the wine and food, his face beaming with joy.

He was furious.

This man not only poisoned Li Hetai's horse, but also refused to book a plane ticket for him! Is this how a butler should behave?

Li Hetai grabbed his waist, wrinkling his suit jacket. Li Hetai kept his head down, resting it on his arm, looking like a little dog shivering in the rain on the street.

Gu Xinglan's expression softened, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to stroke Li Hetai's hair twice.

Tom, still shaken, was drenched in sweat when he heard it was an ashtray.

[Don't panic, everyone. There's been a small mishap. Now, let's welcome our contestant, Ben Gary.]

The participants sent by each camp must have been members for more than three years, hence the name Ben Gary from Lihetai.

When the stage lights shone on that Asian face, everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

Recently, there have been many tragic disappearances in the town, and some people say that ghostly singing can be heard at night in areas where people with East Asian faces gather.

Church prayers have been overflowing lately, and there are rumors that cults and black magic that ravaged the world decades ago may be making a comeback.

The audience remained motionless, gazing intently at the child on stage.

Tom was surprised that no one in the audience applauded them. His face flushed red, and he even walked with his hands and feet moving in unison.

The host was also embarrassed and couldn't come up with any introduction. He could only force a smile and say, "Mr. Nelson, do you have anything to say to the audience and the citizens watching on screen?"

Tom stammered and only managed to say half of what he said, his face already covered in sweat and oil.

When the microphone was brought to Li Hetai, he showed no fear, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Hong Liang and Yu Yue in the audience.

Yu Yue, heavily made up, opened her mouth and looked at the man beside her with some fear.

Hong Liang kept his head down, and his hands couldn't help but rub against each other a few times.

"Did you...did you poison that horse?" Yu Yue's voice trembled slightly as she asked.

She was present when Gu Xinglan came to find Hong Liang, and she couldn't help but recall the special treatment the Li family had given Gu Xinglan.

"No!" Hong Liang shouted angrily in a breathy voice.

He's said it hundreds of times already. "How many more times are you going to ask? No means no. I didn't poison the horse, and I booked his plane ticket." It's just that it was booked in economy class, but that still means he can come here to compete, right?

Who knows that kid never even boarded the plane.

Cold sweat gradually broke out, and it flowed even more as Li Hetai spoke on stage. Finally, Li Hetai put down the microphone, easily mounted his horse, and performed a trick on the horse below the stage, jumping and spinning on the spot.

Xiao Ma was very obedient, and Li He Tai's movements were extremely skillful; not a drop of sweat appeared on their foreheads.