The atmosphere around them was still tense, and the separation between the infected and ordinary people was like an invisible barrier. Although there was no verbal conflict between them, they were like two strings that could be broken at any time.

The whispers from others, the occasional boos, and the whispered warnings all merged into a restless background in this huge arena.

Xia Xiu, however, seemed to be completely isolated from the tense atmosphere, silently walked to his seat and sat down.

He just watched the field quietly, did not participate in any discussions, and did not try to change the tension around him.

He came here today just to watch this game.

No matter what quarrels occurred among the people outside, he had no intention of intervening.

Even if the external situation changes, even if the situation is complicated, he will only be a spectator during this week.

He knew what he was waiting for.

But he does not need to take the initiative to promote all this. He only needs to release the bait and sit firmly on the fishing platform.

Xia Xiu leaned on the seat and gently turned the [Silver Wings] card in his hand. The sunlight filtered through between his fingers, reflecting a small ray of light that danced between his fingers.

His eyes were calm, and the tense atmosphere inside and outside the stadium had nothing to do with him.

There was a lot of noise and discussion around him, but it was all like background noise that was isolated from him, unable to disturb his inner contemplation.

At this moment, my mind was thinking about things that had nothing to do with horse racing.

"Sofia Williams was nicknamed 'Morning Sun' by the meddling Wand Man newspaper.

Relying on the pedigree of low-end peripherals to reach the second stage of emergence, the secret key slot has been opened at this stage, and I have been trying to break through to the master..."

The blond young man's lips curled up slightly. He knew Sophia's background very well, and her ambitions and predicaments were also clear to him.

The sun shines through the clouds and shines on the tips of his golden hair. Small light spots flicker in his hair, making his face appear slightly softer. However, there is still an elusive force behind that indifferent expression.

Sharp and calm.

"Why don't you enter the game with your own body..." His thoughts continued to flow, thinking about the chess being played in this game.

"Let me see how many obstacles you can help me clear within this week to prove my worth."

Moreover, this is without dirtying the Administration and your own hands...

Remove obstacles.

The card in the hand of the fourth swordsman in the Kingdom of Heaven flipped slightly with his movements, and the light and shadow flickered between his fingertips.

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08:55A

In the players' rest room at the arena.

The early morning sunlight shines through the leaves of the trees and onto Alicia's face.

She stood on the edge of the field, looking at the Oasis Cup track that was gradually unfolding in the distance. The air was filled with the smell of soil and wet grass.

Today is the race day of the Oasis Cup, a long-distance race focused on endurance and strategy. The holographic simulation of forests, rivers, deserts and other complex terrains will test the limits of every racing girl.

However, Alicia's mind is not on this track.

Mother is dead.

The Liberation Hoof attack took away her mother, Selina Lockhart, president of the Neutrality Federation.

The moment she heard the news, Alicia's world stopped spinning briefly.

The woman she always longed to understand but couldn't really get close to, the leader who was strong and courageous in public, the one who always looked at her with indifference and rationality, with ruthlessness and selfishness, and took away those unsaid words.

Alicia stood in the players' rest area, her eyes distracted, but her heart was filled with huge emotional fluctuations like a storm.

Surrounded by the noise and tension before the race, other racing girls were making final preparations, but all this seemed to be isolated from her perception.

How was she supposed to continue playing in such pain?

She has always been the championship hope on this track, a "star of tomorrow", and is expected and sought after by countless audiences. Her mother Selena has never concealed her expectations for her.

Alicia became a racehorse girl largely because of her mother. The complicated and repressed mother-daughter relationship was like a chain, tightly binding her.

She longs for her mother's approval and a touch of warmth from her cold shell; however, Selina's 'ruthlessness' and resolute rationality often make Alicia feel suffocated.

Now, all this has been torn to pieces by the bombs of Liberation Hooves.

Love and hate, expectation and disappointment, all mixed into chaos in my heart.

Does such a competition still make sense?

As the game time approached, Alicia had to put away her chaotic emotions.

As the game time approached, Alicia was forced to put those chaotic thoughts into her heart.

She walked towards the preparation area. The silver-white racehorse uniform reflected a faint light in the sun and clung to her tight muscles.

Her pony tail sways gently in the breeze, symbolizing the unique elegance and strength of a horse racing girl.

However, in this short period of tranquility, an invisible sense of oppression suddenly came around her.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her skin seemed to sense a substantial killing intent.

It was a look with deep resentment, sharp and cold, pressing towards her back like a knife.

Alicia turned her head subconsciously and locked her eyes with that resentful gaze.

Standing not far from her was a tall, muscular man.

His black curly hair was tied back casually, and there was unconcealable anger and hatred on his face.

It was a face eroded by distortion. The gray-white skin looked pale and cold, and the thick leather was covered with sparse horse hair, especially on the legs and shoulders.

His legs present a horseshoe-shaped lower limb, which gives him great strength and makes his steps heavy and steady.

There are also several bone spur-like protrusions on his shoulders and back, which are like twisted marks, indicating his identity as an infected person. The combat jacket is covered with metal armor patches, showing that he has experienced countless

The baptism of battle.

He was like a volcano about to erupt, his whole body filled with suppressed and twisted murderous intent.

Mikhail Garcia.

Fear swept through Alicia's body like a tide.

Her limbs were stiff, her body could not move, and her mind went blank.

boom----

Before she could react, Mikhail's figure turned into an afterimage and appeared next to her instantly.

The next second, cold and strong hands grabbed her neck, and the suffocation felt like a sharp knife cutting her breath.

The air seemed to be sucked out, and she could not make any sound from her throat. Severe pain spread from her throat to her whole body. Her eyes began to blur due to lack of oxygen, and her face quickly turned red. She could only struggle feebly, feeling that death was approaching.

"Uh uh~~"

There was no hesitation in Mikhail's eyes, and his ruthless killing intent seemed to turn into a sharp blade.

He didn't leave any chance for her, and his fingers gradually became stronger, preparing to break her neck and end her life.

Kill this "traitor", this racehorse girl who in his eyes does not deserve to live.

Let her reunite with the mother he blew up - Selina Lockhart.

"Qiang——!"

A crisp impact sound cut through the dead air, and a spear with a cold light struck Mikhail fiercely.

The gun blade tore through the air and struck Mikhail with irresistible force.

His eyes flashed and he reacted quickly. Almost instantly, he used Alicia in his hand as a shield and threw it towards the blade of the spear without hesitation.

Alicia's body flipped helplessly in the air, despair enveloped her.

Her eyes widened, and the next moment, she clearly saw the gun head pointing directly in her direction with strong killing intent.

Just when the tip of the spear was about to penetrate her, a ray of light flashed next to the spear, and the movement was light but fast.

One hand firmly grasped the handle of the gun, and the gun head instantly changed its direction at an incredible angle, deflecting the blade a few inches, avoiding Alicia's fatal position.

At the same time, the figure quickly took over Alicia, who was almost unconscious, and hugged her body tightly.

That's Sophia Williams.

She wore a black tight-fitting combat uniform, her slender body outlined powerful lines, and her whole person was capable and cold.

Her dark blue eyes were like sharp blades, emitting a cold light. Her golden ponytail was tied high and swayed slightly with her swift movements.

Sophia's gun case had been opened, and the standard long gun shone with a sharp cold light.

She held Alicia firmly with her left hand, and still held the gun barrel with her right hand, like an unshakable barrier in front of the two of them, with a cold and focused expression.

"Mikhail." Sofia's voice was as cold as the cold wind, without any emotion.

His eyes were like looking at a meaningless target, so indifferent that it made people feel chilling.

Mikhail grinned.
Chapter completed!