98: Snow racing

The notification sounds were so dense they merged into one continuous stream, as piercing as an air-raid siren.

Ania scrambled to pick up her phone, wanting to tap it open, but the moment her finger touched the screen, it froze.

The screen was fixed on her personal profile page.

That number, which originally had a pitiful few thousand followers, was now jumping frantically.

It wasn't adding one or two; it was climbing by hundreds and thousands! Ten thousand... thirty thousand... eighty thousand... In just three minutes, it broke through one hundred and fifty thousand!

Ania was stunned, and Yelena was stunned too.

They stared dumbfounded at the burning hot phone in their hands, then looked up at the man opposite them who was leisurely drinking his wine.

My God!

They had worked hard managing their account for three years, yet it didn't amount to what this man had done with a single sentence.

After chatting a bit more with the viewers in the livestream, Jiang Yuan decisively ended the stream.

Before leaving, he dropped the line, "I will livestream again tomorrow," and immediately cut to a black screen, locking the wails of tens of thousands of people inside the phone.

Finishing the last drop of wine in his glass.

Under the gaze of Ania and Yelena that practically seemed to be pulling threads, Jiang Yuan picked up the car keys.

"Let's go."

Although the two women had been mentally prepared, when they actually got into that silver monster, they were still thoroughly shocked.

There was no vibration from an internal combustion engine, only the futuristic hum of electricity.

Ania sat in the passenger seat, her fingers gently stroking the cold metal dashboard, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Jiang, what brand of car is this exactly? I haven't even seen it in Iceland."

Jiang Yuan rested one hand on the steering wheel, a meaningful curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a private custom build; it's not on the market."

Since it was a system product, of course it wasn't on the market.

But his nonchalant demeanor made him seem even more mysterious in the eyes of the two women.

The car moved quickly.

Not long after, a massive black openwork iron gate appeared at the end of their vision.

Seeing the two fully armed security guards holding rifles at the entrance, the two women instinctively shrank back.

However, the next second.

Clack!

The two security guards stood at attention, their tactical boots clicking together, and performed a standard rifle salute toward Jiang Yuan inside the car.

The gate slid open slowly.

The vehicle drove straight in.

Looking at the lawn outside the window, maintained like a royal garden, and the towering palace in the distance.

Ania widened her azure eyes, her voice trembling.

"Jiang... is this your home?"

Just a moment ago, he had boasted at the restaurant about having a "slightly larger house," and she had assumed it was one of those villas of a few hundred square meters.

It turned out this thing was a castle?

"Yeah."

Jiang Yuan parked the car by the fountain, his tone flat.

"I didn't have a place to stay when coming here to play, and living in a hotel all the time isn't very convenient."

"So, I just casually bought a place to stay."

Casually.

Bought a place.

Looking at this "place to stay" worth hundreds of millions of dollars in front of them, their worldview shattered into pieces.

They originally thought they had just met a big internet celebrity.

Now it seemed they had met a massive capital mogul.

Because they had been too busy drinking and chatting at the restaurant, they hadn't actually eaten much.

As soon as they entered the main building.

Charles, who had long since received notification, was already waiting with over a dozen maids.

A brand new midnight snack had already been laid out.

Top-tier caviar, black truffle pasta, Chinese cuisine made by a master chef, and two bottles of decanted romanee-conti.

Looking at the dozen or so maids around them whose beauty was not inferior to their own, Ania and Yelena completely lost their temper.

The little schemes they might have had before now turned into docility.

Here, they were not that unique anymore.

After the meal.

The group strolled through the garden.

The dim light of the polar day spilled onto them, and the effects of the alcohol made their cheeks flushed.

When they were tired of walking, they naturally returned to the master bedroom, which was large enough to accommodate ten people.

There was no bashfulness.

Everyone was an adult; they understood what needed to be understood.

Even when the mood struck..., they were there to serve Jiang Yuan anyway.

That night.

Even for Jiang Yuan, who had already broken his genetic lock and whose physical fitness stood at the pinnacle of humanity, facing this doubled pleasure, he felt a rare trace of fatigue.

However, it is worth mentioning that.

These two bloggers from a foreign country were, well, original...

Although Jiang Yuan had the ability to handle the consequences and wasn't afraid of any messy diseases, being clean always made one feel pleasant.

The next morning.

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes.

On that huge custom-made bed, his side was empty.

The trope from TV dramas where they were still in his arms after waking up did not happen.

He was not surprised.

The rules here were strict.

Without the master's permission, no one was allowed to stay in the master bedroom until dawn.

It seemed the head maid had woken them up and taken them to the guest rooms before daybreak.

When Jiang Yuan went downstairs to the dining room, Ania and Yelena were already dressed and sitting at the table, glowing with radiance.

One had to admit, being young was good.

After all the tossing and turning last night, they could still eat breakfast full of energy today.

"Morning, Jiang."

When the two saw Jiang Yuan, they couldn't hide the flirtatiousness in their eyes, but hindered by the head maid standing nearby, they could only greet him obediently.

After a simple meal, the itinerary continued.

Today's main event was riding snowmobiles, traversing the ice fields, and then exploring the blue ice caves.

Arriving at the rental camp.

The guide was a bearded Icelander who was just about to explain the safety instructions to these two delicate-looking beauties.

However, Ania and Yelena directly chose the Yamaha model with the largest displacement.

They deftly put on their helmets and pulled down their goggles; that dash of heroic spirit left the guide stunned.

As for Jiang Yuan's silver aurora.

"Activate follow mode."

Jiang Yuan gave the command directly to the smart brain.

The next second.

This off-road vehicle without a driver, as if it had a spirit of its own, started automatically and hung about fifty meters behind the convoy, neither too far nor too close.

This bit of black technology left the surrounding tourists stunned.

Vroom!

The engine roared.

The convoy set off.

Once on the snowfield, these two Russian babes completely exposed their true nature.

Safety distance, slowing down—those things didn't exist in their dictionary at all.

They floored the throttle.

Snow chunks kicked up by the tracks flew backward like bullets.

Ania was even wearing only a tight white ski suit with the zipper pulled very low, and in the sub-zero wind, she stubbornly drove herself into a ball of fire.

"Jiang! Too slow!"

Ania performed a beautiful drift, stopped next to Jiang Yuan, and shouted loudly through her helmet.

"Dare to race? Whoever loses treats tonight!"

Although the cost of a meal was nothing to anyone, what they wanted was that thrill.

Jiang Yuan looked through his goggles at her provocative gaze, the corner of his mouth curling up.

"Sure."

"Don't cry if you lose."

The three of them stopped side-by-side at the starting line on the snow slope.

The guide waved and counted down in front.

Three, two, one!

Go!

Vroom!!!

The three snowmobiles shot out like arrows off a bowstring.

One had to admit, these two were truly from a fighting nation; they drove like their lives depended on nothing.

When encountering half-meter-high snow slopes that ordinary people would have to slow down and go around, they would just floor it and charge up.

The vehicle bodies would soar into the air, the shock absorbers compressing to the limit upon landing, and then springing back violently.

Wild enough.

But unfortunately, they were up against Jiang Yuan.

Possessing [Omni-Mastery], this kind of snowmobile was like an extension of his own limbs in his hands.

He didn't even need to slow down when cornering.

His body's center of gravity tilted with the vehicle, and the tracks practically sliced right along the snow ridge.

Drift, straighten, accelerate.

The movements were fluid as flowing water, fast as a lightning bolt.

In just a few minutes.

Ania and Yelena, who were originally able to keep pace, could only watch that back getting further and further away.

Ahead was a high ground with an expansive view.

Screech!

Jiang Yuan performed a dashing lateral brake, the tracks shoveling up a massive wall of snow, and stopped steadily at the edge of the cliff.

He took off his helmet and lit a cigarette.

After taking two puffs, the roar from behind finally arrived belatedly.

The two motorcycles rushed up with snow and wind, braking sharply behind him.

Ania took off her helmet; her golden hair was a bit messy, but her face was full of an excited flush.

"My God, Jiang, were you an F1 driver before?"

She panted heavily, looking at this man who didn't even gasp for breath, and was completely convinced.

In the face of absolute skill, even being reckless couldn't win.