HLM -Chapter 1170 Wang Bo Goes Live

Seeing this scene, Tony explained, “These sled dogs are trained from a young age. They treat competition as their very life. If they lose the chance to compete and win glory, they’ll feel deeply disappointed.”

Dale gazed pitifully at the struggling sled dog and said, “It’s so pitiful. I understand this—just like Labrador guide dogs, which see leading blind people as their honor. When I watched Guide Dog Q, it was always waiting to guide its owner.”

All of this was done to protect the dogs. After gentle coaxing and the temptation of good food, the sled dog with cracked nails was finally led away, and another dog was brought in to take its place.

Some media outlets set up their cameras and began interviewing people. Because of Wang Bo’s identity and the uniqueness of his team, he received extra attention, with several reporters coming over to interview him.

Wang Bo happily accepted. He politely invited the reporters to take photos with the dogs. He hoped the attention he attracted would be as great as possible—this time not for Sunset Town, but for the Chinese native dogs.

Sure enough, one reporter cast a curious gaze at the native dogs and asked, “Sir, what breed are your dogs?”

Wang Bo smiled faintly and put on his most over-the-top show-off act. “These are champion dogs—great guard dogs, hunting dogs, and companion dogs from China.”

“Hello, Mayor Wang. I’ve noticed that these dogs have very short fur. Are they suitable for this kind of race? Many people are worried that they might get frostbite.”

Wang Bo smiled again. “No matter how thick a cotton quilt is, it can’t compare to a single layer of sheep’s wool. Of course, their fur isn’t cashmere, but this breed has extremely strong athletic ability and can generate a great deal of heat to withstand the cold.”

“Then why do you also have Rottweilers in your team? Their endurance isn’t particularly outstanding, is it?”

Wang Bo snapped his fingers at Queen. Queen walked over gracefully, sat down quietly, and fixed the camera with bright, alert eyes.

“This Rottweiler is an excellent lead dog. She doesn’t need to provide endurance—she provides leadership. As for endurance, see that majestic mastiff over there? One of him is worth ten!”

Seeing the camera turn toward him, Zhuang Ding used his huge paws to shove the surrounding dogs aside: Move aside, move aside—my turn to show off! Everyone clear some space for me!

After the string of questions ended, the race was about to begin. On the broad road, countless sled dogs pulled their sleds, poised and ready.

Wang Bo felt that Alaskan sled dogs had one advantage over native dogs: with hundreds or even thousands of dogs gathered together, there were no fights—hardly even any noise. They were all conserving their strength, preparing to run.

If a thousand unfamiliar native dogs met, the scene would probably look like two armies facing off.

Of course, that was easy to understand. Native dogs have strong territorial instincts—they’d be fighting over turf. Sled dogs don’t have that mindset; they prefer harmony and cooperation.

There were many teams competing—more than a hundred in total. Naturally, at least half of them wouldn’t finish the entire course.

The lineup was long, and Wang Bo’s sled was positioned in the middle. Since the route was a full 1,200 miles, the starting position didn’t matter and wouldn’t affect the results.

Looking at the dog teams stretching endlessly ahead and behind, he exclaimed, “This is truly a grand event—far more spectacular than a marathon.”

Tony laughed. “Of course. This is the sport that Time magazine called ‘the most magnificent race of life in the world.’ There really are a lot of teams this year. Usually there are only sixty or seventy.”

The prize money was substantial. First place had over a million dollars waiting. Even places in the twenties or thirties received prizes, with the final tier being ten thousand dollars as a kind of encouragement award.

But that wasn’t why so many teams had been drawn this year. For the first time, the race had partnered with the globally popular livestreaming trend.

Each sled had a camera pole with heat packs attached. A phone was placed inside to keep it warm, allowing participants to show everything they experienced to viewers following the race at any time.

It was Wang Bo’s first time trying this, and he found it quite interesting. He leaned toward the camera, and a stream of comments appeared on the phone screen:

“Wow, wow, wow! This is amazing—I see an East Asian! We East Asians are participating in this great race too!”

“How stupid. Eskimos were among the earliest participants, and they’re East Asian too!”

“Stop arguing, idiots. Don’t you know who this is? The big boss of Sunset Town in New Zealand!”

“Turn the camera! I want to see Zhuang Ding—he’s a super fierce big dog!”

Looking at the comments, Wang Bo smiled at Tony. “Hey, this is pretty interesting.”

Tony shrugged. “I’m old. I can’t keep up with the trends. I think this is stupid.”

“You’re the stupid old man!”

“Old man, don’t you know we can hear your voice?”

“Shit, whose phone is this? It looks awesome!”

These comments made Tony a bit embarrassed. He really hadn’t known that people could hear what he said—he thought they could only see the scene through the camera.

A member of the organizing committee came over to notify everyone to prepare for the race and conduct a final equipment check.

A bearded man warned Wang Bo, “No hormonal drugs for the dogs, and absolutely no banned substances. Otherwise, you know what will happen—we’ll disqualify you, and you’ll be despised by every athlete here!”

Wang Bo promised solemnly, “I will never use banned drugs on my dogs. I will absolutely comply with the committee’s regulations.”

The bearded man’s stern expression instantly turned into a smile. He lightly punched Wang Bo and said, “Run hard, buddy. I wish you a smooth journey. If anything comes up, contact us immediately. And by the way—Sunset Town is amazing. My kid and I went there once. He didn’t drink any alcohol, but he still got drunk.”

Wang Bo beamed. “You’re welcome to go get drunk again.”

So many Americans had actually been to Sunset Town—this really surprised him. Naturally, he had Oakley’s influence to thank for that.

What pleased Wang Bo even more was that Oakley’s standing in the boxing world was still rising. As Americans liked to say, “Only the sky is his limit.”

At this rate, as Oakley’s influence continued to grow, perhaps even the angels in the sky would eventually hear of Sunset Town.

The race was about to begin. Wang Bo checked the time—it was scheduled to start at exactly nine in the morning. There were still five minutes to go.

But just then, a burst of cries suddenly erupted, and a group of sled dogs began to run. The surrounding dogs thought the race had started; even without their handlers’ commands, they all surged forward.

Wang Bo was stunned and shouted, “Damn it, what’s going on? Did the race start early?”

More likely, someone had jumped the gun. So he didn’t give the order to run. Zhuang Ding and Queen waited only for his command and ignored everything else.