r18novel Chapter 402 Victory and Rewards
Chapter 402 Victory and Rewards
Chapter 402 Winning the Championship and Rewards (It's the beginning of the month, please vote with monthly tickets.)
The situation took a dramatic turn the moment it began.
Yesterday, the "Southern Young Masters Team" dominated the hard snow slopes like an F1 car, but today they completely fizzled out.
Last night's blizzard brought half a meter of fresh snow, and because of the continuous strong winds, the snow was not compacted, but rather as soft as flour.
This was a devastating blow to long-legged hounds bred for racing.
Their slender limbs sank into the soft, deep snow as if stepping into a pile of cotton, finding no foothold. Each step required immense physical exertion, and because their bodies were so light, they couldn't compact the snow.
Worse still, their use of "dense column formations" became their biggest curse.
The snow pit created by the first dog was repeatedly trampled by the dogs behind, becoming deeper and deeper.
Finally, the entire sled's skis sank directly into the deep snow trough, becoming as immobile as a stranded boat.
"Run! Push!"
The southern athletes jumped off their vehicles in despair and pushed their sleds, but it was no use.
The pampered racing dogs had lost their patience in the deep snow and started spinning in circles. They even hesitated to move forward because of the snow and wind blinding them, creating a chaotic mess.
On the other hand, let's look at Lin Yu'an's side.
Those twelve heavy Greenland dogs, with their robust frames and thick subcutaneous fat, from the harsh lands of Karnak, demonstrated the significance of their existence at that moment.
They don't need speed; what they possess is the terrifying torque of a bulldozer and their disregard for harsh environments.
"Huk! Huk! Forward!"
Lin Yu'an's roar pierced through the wind and snow.
The lead dog, "Mars," took the lead. Instead of trying to leap like a racing dog, it lowered its head and smashed through the snow in front of it with its broad chest, carving a path like an icebreaker.
The eleven brothers behind him spread out, taking advantage of the "wide fan shape".
Each dog walked its own path through the fresh snow, without disturbing the snowdrifts left by others. Twenty-four large, rough hind paws pressed firmly into the snow like snowshoes, providing incredible grip.
"Buzz—Boom—"
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The heavy birch sled rumbled through the deep snow like tank tracks. Though slow, it was unstoppable.
Lin Yu'an was like driving a heavy off-road vehicle, ruthlessly crushing those exquisite sports cars stuck in the snow.
One, two, three —
Lin Yu'an's ranking is rising rapidly, from twelfth place all the way into the top five.
But just as he had climbed over a long snow slope and his breathing had become a little more steady, a chilling sensation, as if he were being watched by a wild beast, stung his back.
He glanced back.
Amidst the swirling snow, a shadow clung tightly to him.
It is Uyalak.
That Canadian's dog was indeed extremely powerful.
Despite vomiting all the way yesterday, the Canadian Inuit dog, now recovered, displayed a terrifying wolf-like stamina.
They don't use any tricks, nor do they cleverly seek out hard snow like they do on Mars. They rely entirely on brute force.
The pack of behemoths, larger than Greenland hounds, spurred on by Uyalak's frenzied drive, carved a bloody path through waist-deep snow, like a runaway ghost train, trailing Lin Yu'an fifty meters behind.
Through the wind and snow, Lin Yu'an could even see Uyalak's ferocious face and the defiant shape of his mouth: "You're dead!"
After an hour of arduous climbing, the team finally crossed the pass at the edge of the inland ice sheet and entered the famous "Devil's Canyon".
This is a narrow, downhill ice valley with steep blue ice walls on both sides and a middle section filled with boulders that have rolled down the mountain and protruding, sharp icicles.
The wind is compressed and accelerated here, creating a terrifying "tunneling effect." The gale-force winds whipped up ice shards that stung our faces, visibility was almost zero, and all we could see was a sky full of white snow.
"The opportunity has come." Lin Yu'an narrowed his eyes, his adrenaline surging.
The terrain here is extremely complex, making it the domain of the fan-shaped formation and the graveyard of the column formation.
Ahead, several sleds from the Southern team, which had been relying on their speed advantage to get ahead, were now in complete disarray.
Because the ropes were too long, in that narrow, winding, rocky area, as soon as the dog in front turned a corner, the dog behind would be dragged by the rope and crash into a rock, or the rope would get caught on an icicle.
"ah--!"
A scream rang out. A leading blue carbon fiber sled went out of control while cornering at high speed, overturned, crashed into the ice wall, and instantly disintegrated. The driver was thrown out and fell into a snowdrift.
Lin Yu'an did not slow down.
He couldn't see the road, but he could see "Mars".
"Ili! (right!)"
Mars nimbly leaped to the right, avoiding a snow-covered sharp rock.
Because it is a wide fan-shaped formation, each dog has its own independent route. The dogs behind automatically disperse like mercury spilling onto the ground, passing smoothly like water flowing around rocks, without any entanglement.
Lin Yu'an suddenly leaned his body to the right, his left foot dangling in the air, and the sled lifted up on one side, barely grazing the overturned wrecked car at an extreme angle, completing the overtake!
Now, only two top professional teams from Sisimiut are ahead of him in the queue.
But just then, the sound of urgent barking and whip whistling came from behind.
Uyalak has caught up!
This madman completely disregarded the dog's life and death, accelerating recklessly on the dangerous downhill section. He drove the heavy sled covered in iron sheets like a cannonball coming from behind.
The track here is very narrow, only wide enough for two cars to pass each other.
Uyalak clearly wasn't planning on a normal overtaking maneuver. His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he adjusted his angle and rammed straight into the side and rear of Lin Yu'an's sled!
This is the dirtiest and deadliest tactic in polar competitions – the "PIT maneuver (precision ramming)".
By simply hitting the rear corner of Lin Yu'an's sled with the front of his vehicle, he could disrupt the balance, causing Lin to instantly lose control, overturn, and crash into the ice wall beside him.
"Go to hell!"
Uyalak's ferocious roar echoed through the snowstorm. He was going to end this match here, and incidentally, end the leg of the man who had humiliated him.
Lin Yu'an could even feel the menacing killing intent behind him and the panting of the pack of dogs.
Hide? It's too late.
Slow down? You'll get knocked flying.
At that critical moment, Lin Yu'an made an extremely bold, even somewhat crazy, decision.
Instead of dodging to the outside, he suddenly swerved inwards—towards the direction Uyalak was coming from—using his weight to bend the wheel. At the same time, he slammed his right foot down on the alloy crampons on the brake pads!
"Zzz—!!!"
The crampons dug deep into the ice, the sled slowed drastically, and then veered sideways due to inertia.
This is a textbook example of a "sudden stop drift".
Uyalak had anticipated that Lin Yu'an would accelerate to dodge, so he sprinted at full speed, intending to rear-end him.
As a result, Lin Yu'an suddenly stopped and swerved sideways, and the sled blocked the road like a wall!
Uyalak was caught off guard. Although the front of the vehicle barely avoided a direct rear-end collision, the side of the sled still slammed into Lin Yu'an's sturdy birch beam.
"!!!"
This collision, where the force was used against him, caused Uyalak, who was sprinting at full speed, to lose his balance instantly.
Lin Yu'an's birchwood sled groaned in pain, shaking violently and almost tipping over, but because he slammed on the brakes and lowered his center of gravity, he managed to withstand the impact.
Uyalak, however, was not so lucky.
He crashed into a "hard post" at full speed.
The enormous reaction force erupted instantly, and his sled lost its balance, spinning like a top on the ice and flying away!
This time, there were no Hollywood-style screams.
There was only a dull, chilling "boom," the sound of wood cracking and metal twisting.
Uyalak and his car veered off the track, crashing violently into a thick pile of chaotic ice.
His pack of dogs were pulled upside down by the immense inertia, their ropes tangled in a mess, emitting a chorus of mournful cries.
"I told you, you're just a stupid stone."
Lin Yu'an glanced coldly at the figure struggling in the snowdrift, its face covered in blood, unable to get up.
He released the brakes and gripped the handlebars again.
"Mars! Huk! Charge! The finish line is just ahead!"
The last five kilometers.
At this point, the racetrack no longer resembled the Earth's surface, but rather a complete white void.
The storm reached its peak, and the snow dust whipped up by the gale-force winds formed the legendary "white-haired wind."
The boundary between heaven and earth disappeared, and all around was a despairing, pale white. Visibility was less than five meters; you couldn't even see your own thumb when you stretched out your hand.
The two top professional teams from Cisimjute, who had been leading the pack, finally collapsed just one step away from the finish line.
Their "line-up formation" became a fatal weakness in this blinding white hell.
The lead dog couldn't see the road signs or smell the scent of snow and wind. Out of fear of the unknown, it stopped and began to hesitate and circle.
Because the ropes were connected in series, as soon as the first dog stopped, the dozen or so dogs behind it immediately bumped into each other.
The ropes became tangled, and the pack of dogs huddled together in terror, whimpering anxiously. The driver jumped out of the vehicle in despair, trying to untangle the knots in waist-deep snow, but this only exacerbated the chaos.
Just then, a muffled, rhythmic sound came from the white mist behind them.
It's Lin Yu-an's team.
These twelve Greenland hounds were no longer as imposing as they had been when they set out.
After a fierce struggle of more than 40 kilometers, each of them turned into an "ice armor monster".
Their limb muscles trembled slightly from the long-term buildup of lactic acid, but not a single dog stopped.
At this point, the ultimate advantage of the "fan-shaped array"—its search capability—is fully demonstrated.
The twelve dogs spread out in a fan shape that is ten meters wide.
It's like a giant, living biological radar network.
The "one-eyed" creature on the left stepped into a soft snow pit and immediately moved to the right.
The "Blackfoot" on the right smelled a road sign post buried under the snow and immediately tightened its rope to signal.
As soon as any one of the dogs' paws touches the track, that "sense of solidity" is instantly transmitted to the entire team through the fan-shaped ropes.
At the very front, the lead dog "Mars" demonstrated its true wisdom as a "reincarnated dog".
Mars had completely closed his eyes at this point—in this white, swirling wind, eyes were superfluous, even deceptive.
It held its head high, its black nostrils twitching violently, trying to catch the information in the wind, which was only one ten-thousandth of the concentration.
It smelled the change in humidity in the air, and the unique aroma of diesel and food that belonged to the port of Ilulissat.
That's the direction of home.
"Awooo—!!!"
Mars suddenly let out a long howl. It wasn't a cry for help; it was the clarion call to attack.
It exerted its strength suddenly, the rope snapped straight instantly, and even stretched its exhausted body into a taut bow.
Inspired by the lead dog, the eleven brothers behind it seemed to have been injected with a final boost of energy. They lowered their bodies and even slid their chests across the snow to gain maximum grip.
Lin Yu'an gripped the handlebars tightly, feeling as if he were being dragged into an abyss by a pack of crazed beasts.
The sled cut through the white mist, carving an unbelievably straight line across this directionless wasteland!
They were like an icebreaker, passing directly through the two professional teams that were like headless flies.
Nearly.
closer.
In the wind and snow, the first faint yellow halo of a streetlamp appeared.
The finish line, the ice surface of the port of Ilulissat.
14:00 PM.
Although it was supposed to be afternoon, the sky was as dark as dusk due to the raging blizzard.
Thousands of spectators gathered on the ice of the harbor. Most of them were local residents of Ilulissat, but there were also many tourists and journalists who had flown in specifically for the occasion.
Even though everyone was wrapped in their thickest leather coats and Canada Goose down jackets, they were still shivering in the cold wind and had to stomp their feet to keep warm.
"Are you still waiting? Three hours have passed!"
"In this kind of weather, they've probably all dropped out halfway through the race, right?"
"I think Sissimijute's chances of becoming a professional team are slim; visibility is too low."
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The crowd was filled with whispers of anxiety and doubt.
The commentary booth was set up in a temporary shipping container, and the huge speakers groaned under the strain of the wind.
The only sound on the radio was a piercing crackling of electrical current—due to severe blizzards and geomagnetic storms interfering with radio signals, data from timing points set up in Devil's Canyon and on the edge of the inland ice sheet was slow to return.
This is a race in an information black hole. No one knows who is ahead, or even if anyone is still alive.
Is it the defending champions of Cisimuelt, who demonstrated dominant speed in the qualifying rounds and have top-tier sponsorship?
Or is it Ilulissat Blue, playing at home and familiar with every ice and rock?
Maria, standing at the very front of the finish line, gripped Noah's hand tightly, her palms sweaty. Alek Jr. rode on Pita's shoulders, the highest point in the entire stadium.
Those big, dark eyes were fixed on the chaotic white mist in the distance, and they wouldn't blink even when the wind blew tears into their eyes.
"Someone's coming!"
Suddenly, a referee near the end of the track raised his signal flag and shouted at the top of his lungs as he pointed into the distance.
The shout swept across the entire area like an electric current. All whispers vanished instantly, thousands held their breath, and countless eyes stared intently into the depths of the snowstorm, trying to make out that blurry black dot.
The commentator grabbed the microphone abruptly, his voice trembling with tension: "The first figure has appeared! Who is it? Is it in a blue jersey? Or gray?"
In that despairing white stillness, the black dot rapidly expanded, eventually tearing through the fog.
It's neither blue nor gray.
It was a crimson hue, like a raging fire!
The next scene made the Ilulissat audience, who were used to watching modern racing, gasp in surprise.
What emerged was not the familiar, orderly "vertical formation" lined up in a straight line, but a wide, wild, giant fan-shaped net that spread out like a pack of wolves hunting!
Twelve Greenland dogs, covered in frost, pulled the seemingly cumbersome birchwood sled out with the unstoppable force of a bulldozer.
They weren't wearing any fancy warm vests, only the most primitive leather harnesses.
Its thick mane was covered with white icicles, and it exhaled heavy white breaths, each breath sounding like the roar of a steam engine.
Especially the lead red male dog, with its head held high, each stomp of its limbs sending ice shards flying—it was a terrifying, primal aesthetic of power.
On the sled stood a man with black hair and black eyes.
His eyebrows were covered with white icicles, and his old sealskin Anorac was covered with a thick layer of snow powder.
He was like a polar war god who had stepped out of a myth from a thousand years ago, descending with snow and killing intent all over his body!
The commentator was stunned for a full three seconds before he could see the number plate on the sled.
The next moment, a near-frenzied roar erupted from the microphone. He even forgot to speak the official Danish and blurted out in excited Greenlandic: "Sila above! It's Karnak! It's the reserve team! It's that Chinese guy—Lin!!"
"Incredible! It's a miracle! In this hellish weather, the oldest fan-shaped array has triumphed over modern technology! They've taken the lead! And an absolute lead at that!"
"Huk!!!"
With a loud shout from Lin Yu'an, his voice pierced through the wind and snow, reaching straight to people's hearts.
The lead dog, "Mars," let out a triumphant howl and, with its eleven brothers, pulled the sled, crossing the red finish line first with thunderous force!
"boom--!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Cheers, whistles, and applause even drowned out the roar of the blizzard.
"Zi—"
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Lin Yu'an slammed on the brakes, the alloy crampons leaving a deep mark on the ice, and the sled came to a steady stop in a beautiful arc at the finish line.
He was practically slumped on the handlebars, panting heavily, feeling as if his lungs were on fire and every muscle was screaming.
However, before the cheers from the crowd had even subsided, an even more frenzied gasp erupted from the crowd.
"Look! Behind us! The second-place finisher is here too!"
Close behind, less than three minutes later, another equally wild "wide fan" team broke through the snowstorm.
Standing on the sled was an old man with ice balls hanging from his beard.
It's Odak!
Although this 60-year-old hunter was not as physically strong as the young man, he relied on his decades of experience to overtake all the professional players in the chaotic ice zone.
He brandished his whip and roared like a mischievous old man as he crossed the finish line.
The commentator's voice was hoarse, but he was still roaring: "Second place! Still Karnak! It's the legendary hunter Audrak!"
"First place, Carnac! Second place, Carnac! This is a massacre! This is a complete humiliation of the Northern traditional style against the Southern modern style!"
"On this day of raging blizzard, the ancient fan-shaped formation proves who truly reigns supreme over the icy plains!"
Although the audience in Ilulissat lost, they were also impressed by the absolute strength of the opponent and erupted in applause.
"We won! We won! Lin! You did it!"
Odak jumped off the sled before it even came to a complete stop, tumbling and scrambling towards Lin Yu'an.
The old hunter, tough his whole life, now had ice shards clinging to his beard and his eyes red-rimmed. He hugged Lin Yu'an tightly: "We swept the championship and runner-up! Did you see that? We slapped those Southerners so hard they were bruised! We showed them who the real Greenland dogs are! Who the real Greenland men are!"
"We did it, Odak." Lin Yu'an patted the old man on the back, a tired but bright smile on his face.
"install!"
A cry piercingly came from behind.
Noah rushed across the police line. Ignoring the cameras and microphones of the reporters around her, she threw herself into Lin Yu'an's arms and gave him a kiss that was both cold and incredibly passionate.
"I knew you would win—I knew it—" she whispered in Lin Yu'an's ear, "and Mars knew it too."
Lin Yu'an lowered his head.
The valiant alpha dog, "Mars," was not panting and exhausted like the other dogs.
It remained standing, its chest heaving violently, its icy blue eyes surveying the frenzied crowd and flashing lights around it.
It seemed to know it had won. It held its head high proudly, letting Grandma Maria massage it, enjoying the treatment of a king.
Awards ceremony.
Although, as is customary, the awards ceremony is usually held at a dinner after all the athletes have finished the race.
But today's Sila clearly doesn't give humans time to socialize at their leisure.
Although the blizzard has subsided slightly, the temperature has dropped below minus 35 degrees Celsius, and the strong winds are showing signs of picking up again.
At this moment, even the mayor of Ilulissat, who was in charge of presenting the awards, was so cold that his face turned blue and his nose was running.
To prevent spectators and VIPs from suffering from heatstroke outdoors, the organizing committee made an emergency decision to immediately hold a "flower ceremony" and award the grand prize to the top three winners, without waiting for the subsequent groups.
The awards ceremony was held in front of the famous Arctic Hotel, with the ancient icebergs floating in Disco Bay as a backdrop, appearing solemn and sacred in the dim snow and wind.
When Lin Yu'an and Audak stood side by side on the highest podium, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Those southern players who lost the match—the professional team from Sicily and the defending champions from Ilulissat—were also standing in the audience.
They took off their hats and paid tribute to the stage. In the polar regions, strength is the only passport. To complete the race and win in those "white-haired winds" with zero visibility is an absolute respect for the strong.
"Champion's Reward!"
The mayor of Ilulissat walked onto the stage himself, followed by two ceremonial attendants carrying a dazzling array of prizes.
He handed Lin Yu'an a huge checkboard emblazoned with the sponsor's logo and loudly announced, "First place! He's taken home the 50000 Danish kroner cash prize!"
Next up was the enviable prize segment – real-world prizes.
The staff brought in an exquisite long hardwood gun case and a huge car key.
"A custom-made Tikka T3 Arctic rifle engraved with 'Avannaata 2022 Champion' in gold!"
"A brand new Yamaha VK540 wide-track snowmobile!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar and envy.
This is the treatment of champions—winner takes all.
The total value of this pile of items exceeds 100,000 crowns, which is several years' income for an ordinary hunter.
Lin Yu'an took the heavy gun case and car keys, stood on the podium, and turned to look at Odak, who was standing next to him in the runner-up position.
Holding only the runner-up trophy and a case of premium rum as a secondary prize, Odak was happy, but looking at the brand-new snowmobile, a hint of undisguised envy flashed in his eyes.
"Isn't it ironic?" Lin Yu'an said to Odak with a smile, "The highest prize in a competition won by dogs is a machine that puts dogs out of work."
"That's just how times are." Odak shrugged, looking at the motorcycle. "But it's a good thing, a VK540, a tractor for the snow, it can haul a ton of cargo."
"Here, take it." Lin Yu'an casually tossed the car keys to Audak, as easily as tossing a cigarette to a friend.
Odak frantically caught the keys, his eyes wide: "Lin! Are you serious? This car is worth 60,000 kronor!"
"Take it." Lin Yu'an patted his old friend on the shoulder. "Consider it a gift for Inuk, so he won't break his leg again when he's fixing the roof. As for the 50,000 yuan bonus—"
Lin Yu'an pointed to Pita below the stage: "Give Pita ten thousand; he's helped a lot along the way. Give the rest to the village children; I only want this gun and this trophy."
"Sila above—" Odak gripped the key tightly in his hand, "Lin, you are absolutely—Kanak's best brother!"
The staff brought out Moet & Chandon, a fine champagne, for the celebration.
"Bang!" The cork flew out.
However, because the temperature was too low, the freshly poured golden liquid began to condense the moment it came into contact with the air.
Lin Yu'an raised his glass, looking at the wine that had turned into "champagne slushie," and toasted Noah, Maria, and Little Alek below the stage.
"Homage to Sila! Homage to Karnak!"
He tilted his head back and downed the expensive "alcoholic smoothie" in one gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat, accompanied by the stinging sensation of bubbles—that was the purest taste of victory.
However, the real star wasn't a person, but a dog.
The moment Lin Yu'an stepped down, a group of reporters with long lenses and businessmen in designer down jackets surrounded him.
"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin! I am the Marketing Manager of Royal Greenland Fisheries!"
A chubby man wearing gold-rimmed glasses squeezed in, waving business cards: "This is simply a miracle! A heavy-duty dog from the North beat all the racing dogs! We need its photos! We want it to be the spokesperson for our new Arctic High-Energy Dog Food! Price negotiable!"
Immediately afterwards, several professional kennel owners from Sisimiut also gathered around, their eyes more fervent than if they had seen gold.
"Friend! Let's speak in private! I am the greatest breeder of Sisimiut."
The man in the professional team uniform pointed at Mars, his face full of longing: "This dog's genes are too perfect! Its bone structure, its stamina, and that mind that finds its way in a storm—it's the perfect stud!"
"I have twenty purebred female dogs in heat at my kennel. They need to be bred! I'll give you 5000 crowns each time! Or I can give you two of my best puppies!"
"I'll offer 8000! I want its first offspring!" Another person next to me immediately raised the price.
In an instant, Mars's value skyrocketed, making him the most sought-after bachelor in all of Greenland.
Lin Yu'an looked at the group of enthusiastic businessmen and breeders, but was not blinded by money.
He politely accepted everyone's business cards and put them in his pocket, but did not agree to any business on the spot.
"Thank you all for your kindness. Mars has just run through a 4,000-kilometer blizzard. What it needs now is not flashlights and a female dog, but a large piece of whale meat and a warm nest."
"We can discuss the collaboration after we've had some rest."
After saying that, he squeezed out of the crowd under the cover of Odak and Peeta.
Half an hour later.
The blizzard was still raging, and the temperature was terribly low.
After the jubilation of witnessing the birth of the champion, the spectators and sponsors, unable to bear the cold, quickly evacuated the scene and retreated to the warm hotels and bars.
The finish line looked particularly deserted and desolate at this moment. Only a few staff members responsible for packing up the equipment were still standing guard in the cold wind.
"Tenth Place — Invited Contestant from Canada —"
A listless broadcast came over the loudspeaker, and the commentator sounded like he just wanted to hurry home and have some soup.
That once arrogant figure has finally appeared.
Covered in dust and dirt, Uyalak drove his dilapidated sled slowly across the finish line like a ghost.
He looked terrible.
The birch barnyard beams on the side of the sled were completely broken, obviously damaged in that failed impact, and now it was barely being used to glide by being tied together with a few rawhide ropes.
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His pack of dogs was no longer as imposing as before. Those once fierce Canadian Inuit dogs were now all dejected and unsteady on their feet, clearly exhausted.
There were no cheers, no applause, and no one even glanced at him.
Uyalak didn't even bother to collect the meager tenth-place commemorative medal.
He stood in the shadows of the finish line area, looking at the podium that had not yet been dismantled.
He glanced again at his dilapidated sled and at the indifferent, "Is that all?" looks cast his way by the workers dismantling the fence around him.
At that moment, his pride as the "First Warrior of Nunavut" was utterly shattered into dust.
Whether it was the intellectual crushing defeat caused by being terrified by a "lighter" in the hotel lobby, the technical defeat caused by being overtaken by a "wide fan" on the track, or the final suicidal crash failure.
He lost, utterly and completely. He lost face, he lost substance, and he lost that woman.
Uyalak gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening, but he ultimately did not take any further drastic action.
He simply turned around silently, drove his tattered sled, and with his pack of tired dogs, disappeared at the edge of the competition field.
"He's gone." Odak, who was smoking on the second-floor terrace of the hotel, exhaled a smoke ring that was blown away by the wind.
Watching that lonely black dot disappear into the distance, his eyes lost their mockery, leaving only a trace of the victor's tolerance.
Lin Yu'an walked over with Nuoya in his arms and said softly, "Let's go, which means this storm is over."
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