HLM – Chapter 900 Lining Up for Treats

Ten minutes later, Wang Bo and Eva decided to take the little white fox back with them.

Dale threw her first real tantrum, plopping herself down in the snow and declaring that she wouldn’t go back if the white fox didn’t come along.

Eva tried to scare her, saying they really wouldn’t take her back, but Dale didn’t even glance at her. Tears streamed down her face as she wailed, “Dale has no mommy, Dale has no daddy, Dale only has her sister, and even her sister doesn’t want her… wahhhhhh…”

The white fox was startled by her crying and ran off to the side, watching her curiously. What a strange creature—didn’t it realize making such noise might attract predators? Such a waste of energy.

Eva softened at her crying and said helplessly, “I really can’t take it with us. It might carry unknown viruses or parasites, and New Zealand customs wouldn’t allow it to enter the country.”

Wang Bo said, “It might not be that difficult. Let’s take it—I’ll get someone to help. Bringing a little fox home isn’t a big deal.”

He then pulled out a wad of euros from his wallet and handed it to the Finnish driver without counting it.

The driver politely refused: “Sir, there’s no need. Arctic foxes aren’t protected animals here. As long as you have a way to take it, you don’t need me to keep it secret.”

The Finns were well-mannered; Wang Bo had expected the driver to be overjoyed to accept the money.

When Dale learned she could take the white fox home, she immediately brightened up, running over to hug Eva and bury her head in her stomach. “Sister, you’re the best to Dale.”

Then she waved at the little white fox. “Come on, let’s go home together.”

The white fox backed away cautiously, ready to bolt at any moment.

Dale scratched her head in frustration, then went to fetch a bag of eggs.

Seeing the eggs, the white fox froze, stretching its neck forward and staring intently at them.

Dale entered the cabin, using the eggs as bait, and even started peeling and eating one herself.

Wang Bo had never seen Dale so interested in eggs.

A foodie is a foodie—finally, the white fox decided it might as well be caught. Better to be full before dying than hungry.

It cheerfully jumped into the cabin, bouncing like a puppy, eager to eat the eggs.

The sled started moving again. Just as it began, the white fox suddenly screeched and frantically clawed at the door.

Wang Bo had no choice but to open the door and said to Dale, “This is its home, where it was born and raised. We can’t take it away.”

This time, Dale had no argument, sulking as she hugged the military commander, watching the white fox disappear through the rear window.

The sled moved again, and soon Dale screamed, “Stop! Stop! The white fox is catching up!”

Wang Bo turned in shock and saw the white fox clutching a lemming in its mouth, chasing the sled with all its might. Its small ears were pinned back, and it ran with unrelenting effort.

When the sled stopped and the door opened, the fox came aboard, still clutching the lemming and panting heavily, unwilling to drop its prize.

Wang Bo sighed. “What a foodie who truly knows how to live!”

At the airport, he gave the driver an extra tip. The driver was delighted and voluntarily helped load their luggage onto the plane.

They returned on a large plane, as transporting dogs on a normal flight required complicated cargo procedures. Wang Bo decided a few extra dollars weren’t a big deal—it was just like paying for two cows.

At customs, he discreetly placed the white fox back into the castle room through the sandbox, unnoticed.

Their return was met with a warm welcome. When Wang Bo called his subordinates, he told them he had brought plenty of gifts.

The helicopter flew back to Sunset Town. At the landing point, Atulu, Kidd, and the others waited to pick them up.

When Wang Bo got out, Kidd complained, “Boss, why didn’t you take us to Finland? In over twenty years, I’ve never left New Zealand for Christmas. Jesus must feel sorry for me!”

“And me—I’ve never been to Finland either,” Atulu said anxiously.

Wang Bo glared at them. “You all went home to spend Christmas with your families, and now you’re trying to play catch-up?”

Charlie’s haul made Kidd envious. It had been incredibly romantic—Britney clung to him like water the moment she got off the plane, clearly showing she wouldn’t marry anyone else.

Back at the castle, Eva began handing out gifts. Dale shouted, “Come on! Line up for treats!”

The cowboys and their sons remained silent, the stoic executors and Wang Bo’s trusted aides. During the Christmas holiday, they were still on duty, handling the town’s security issues.

So the gifts went to the cowboys first. Eva selected a set of Finnish knives for them.

In Europe, the only knives comparable to multifunction Swiss Army knives are Finnish knives.

If Swiss knives are renowned worldwide for being compact, versatile, and practical, Finnish knives are famous for their smooth design, fine materials, exquisite craftsmanship, and rich national style.

In the past, Finnish knives hammered out in simple smithies were essential for local life: hunting, fishing, camping, self-defense. Finns were never without a knife.

During Christmas parades, Wang Bo noticed many men wore a Finnish knife at their waist to showcase bravery and flair.

The cowboys opened their gift box. From shortest to longest, it was a complete set, with the longest nearly a meter.

One cowboy took out a long knife engraved with “Kauhava.”

Kauhava is a place whose Finnish knives are renowned nationwide; in Finnish, the name itself has become synonymous with Finnish knives.

Examining the knife, the cowboy spoke at length, a rare occurrence: “This is a famous knife produced by Isakki Järvenpää Company, probably a Christmas edition. Normally the handle is birch bark, but this one is made of reindeer antler.”

Wang Bo smiled. “Yes, but not all handles are antler. Some are still birch bark.”

Adding a birch bark handle is Isakki Järvenpää’s signature. The process is unique: 1 mm thick birch bark is pressed into various oval washers with holes in the center. They are then layered on the handle in a pattern that grows then diminishes, creating a smooth, flowing grip.

The set Wang Bo bought was not only a Christmas edition but also a limited edition. The handles had an additional process of inlaying brass wire into the birch bark in intricate designs, some even decorated with crystals.

The sheaths were made of premium cowhide, adorned with brass or nickel-zinc alloy for a distinctive national style.

For knife lovers, each of these knives is a treasure. The cowboy caressed the handle, appreciating the irregular patterns formed by the stacked birch bark, producing a special charm.