Chapter 165: Russian

The announcer's blasting voice entered Ambrose's ears.

He sighed and fell to his knees, filled with exhaustion.

The numbness had luckily disappeared, as the stun effect rarely lasted more than five seconds.

'In the end, he won.' Ambrose sighed and lingered his gaze in the direction of the screaming, bearded woman.

She was biting her lip while tightening a belt around her thigh to stop the bleeding.

Her leg from the knee downward was gone.

"..." Ambrose silently stood up and began walking towards the finish line to end his race.

Even though he didn't win, he was fine with second place.

After passing the Street of Sex and Alcohol, he arrived on the Street of Gambling and soon walked through the finishing line.

The loud celebrations echoed in his ears.

Surprisingly, the crowd also showered him with applause, even though he didn't win.