HLM – Chapter 927 The Beverage Bar Opens

It was like the railguns produced by the German Nazis during World War II—when a man-height shell blasted out, it carried a shockwave that toppled everything, instantly tearing into enemy lines!

Tuhao Jin’s explosive power had the momentum of a fired shell!

Its short yet powerfully built legs unleashed their strength, and its massive body shot forward like a launched rocket.

The moment it sprang out, Marlon, sitting on its back, immediately lifted his butt off the saddle, leaning forward and lowering himself behind Tuhao Jin’s head to reduce air resistance as much as possible.

Luke was stunned and shouted, “Damn, that starting speed is crazy!”

There weren’t many people in the stands, but aside from Wang Bo, everyone else was an expert in horse racing. Tuhao Jin’s explosive burst shocked them all.

“In New Zealand, I’ve never seen a horse with talent like this—not even among the purebred Arabians!” someone muttered.

Once it accelerated, Tuhao Jin simply ran all the way. Its hooves moved rapidly, its stride frequency surpassing that of all the racehorses present. It had never received professional training, nor did it know how to coordinate with Marlon on its back.

It only knew one thing—sprint, accelerate, sprint, accelerate, sprint—and leave every opponent far behind!

With the ferocity of a tiger and the speed of an arrow, Marlon felt as if he had returned to his youth, galloping across racecourses. He roared, “Charge, Tuhao Jin! Let those bastards eat your dust!”

Twelve hundred meters would take a human at least two minutes to finish, but for a super horse like Tuhao Jin, it was only a brief moment.

Tuhao Jin reached the end. Marlon pulled the reins to signal it to stop, while the fastest horse behind them—the Red Rocket—was still over ten meters away.

The trainer riding Red Rocket looked miserable. His horse wasn’t a champion, and he wasn’t a professional jockey—just a hobbyist.

But losing like this was still hard for him to accept.

Tuhao Jin had missed the start by ten meters. Yet in the end, it overtook by ten more. A difference of twenty meters!

In professional racing, such a result was unimaginable. Usually the differences were tiny—the champion and runner-up separated by just a head or two, the rest by a few lengths at most.

But this time, they were completely annihilated by Tuhao Jin.

If the opponent had been a celebrated champion horse, the trainer could accept it. But his opponent was a nameless horse with zero professional training!

As for the jockey who previously claimed his horse was “too sensitive”—he no longer had the face to look at Marlon.

Marlon rode back slowly. Wang Bo was shocked to see tears streaming down the older man’s face. “Shit, man, is it that serious?”

The tears wet Marlon’s slightly graying beard. He lifted his head, trying hard not to let others see him cry. “You don’t understand, boss… I’m back on the track! Angie, I’ve come back!”

When he dismounted, Luke rushed up and hugged him tightly. “This is the king’s return! Quick, start training Tuhao Jin! Let him accompany you to shock the world again!”

Wang Bo also embraced him. “There’s a famous line from a movie in my country—it suits you perfectly, Marlon. I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t want to be stepped on for the rest of my life! I’ve waited three years for this chance. I must fight for pride—not to prove I’m amazing, but to tell everyone that what I lost, I’ll take back with my own hands!”

Of course, it was the classic line from A Better Tomorrow, a mandatory quote young people used when acting cool online.

Marlon had never heard it before. It ignited his blood. He grabbed Wang Bo’s shoulders and roared, “Yes, boss! That’s exactly it! I’ll tell those who mocked and betrayed me—what they took from me, I’ll reclaim myself!”

Tuhao Jin was smart and sensed Marlon’s emotions, so it licked his face affectionately.

Luke said enviously, “No wonder you guys all ran off to Sunset Town—you’ve got a horse like this hiding there!”

Marlon said, “Angie, I know you have a nephew who’s also an excellent jockey. Call him back and have him train Black King. That guy isn’t much worse than Tuhao Jin. The two need to compete—only then can we push out the best racehorses!”

He glanced at the other horses in the distance and snorted disdainfully. “Those horses? Tuhao Jin wouldn’t even bother warming up with them.”

New Zealanders weren’t obsessed with saving face. A loss was a loss. The participants all came over to discuss Tuhao Jin.

Some even asked when Marlon would enter races, saying they would definitely bet on Tuhao Jin to win—sure profit.

With its unimpressive appearance and plain build, Tuhao Jin looked like a joke waiting to happen. Its odds would be the lowest, making it a perfect money-maker.

Wang Bo spent the whole day at the racecourse. He left a few times, helping Tuhao Jin slowly adjust to life without him nearby, before finally leaving it there.

Meanwhile, the site survey for the Christmas Paradise construction had reached its final stage. The Finnish engineers had chosen a location that greatly surprised Wang Bo.

“Building aboveground is too costly, and there’s no feasible underground space here. But we believe this valley works well. With some modification, it can become a semi-underground space—perfect for a theme park.”

Wang Bo looked at the aerial map of Sunset Town. About ten kilometers northeast of the town center lay a small valley.

The valley extended into the Southern Alps, stretching over seven hundred meters. Wang Bo had never paid attention to it before, but now that he examined it, it had a unique and charming terrain.

Since the engineers had evaluated and approved the location, he decided to start construction there. The Finnish Christmas Paradise team would oversee everything—including hiring the construction crew.

By mid-January, Wang Bo was preparing to return home for the New Year. As always, he was taking Dale and Eva back with him. His parents had asked about their return date, saying something important needed to be discussed.

But before leaving, he had one more thing to handle—the town’s beverage bar was about to open.

There were two main reasons he built this bar.

First, the idea came from the inspiration he got from Malop. Using the spiritual spring water to make ice, Wang Bo had Bowen hire two beverage specialists to develop drinks based on the spring water.

Second, he had drawn a “Heart of the Bar” recently. It could be placed in the beverage bar—since the bar would also serve alcohol, the two fit together perfectly.

In short, he took it as fate. Since the heart could operate, he wouldn’t let it go to waste.