"Tell me, are you interested in a bit of fun or do you plan on hiding behind a woman?" Yovahn glanced at Lucas with a provocative smile on his face.
"What's the bet?" Lucas stared at the latter in the eye and asked.
While it might seem like he had agreed, that was only on the condition that the bet was rational. If it was some impossibility such as betting on Mason and the Viper to take first place, Lucas would back out right away.
Yovahn knew this as well, but he already had things planned. With Lucas biting the bullet, he felt even more confident with his plot.
"It's quite simple actually. I heard you guys were at eleventh place on the main table before the abrupt drop to thirteenth, right? How about we bet on your comeback during today's race?"
Lucas didn't have a problem with this as it was pretty much doable. All they'd have to do was to take eleventh in today's race and not the table[1] which was possible.
