Gratitude and Picking a Fight

Just look at how things were now. Aside from suffering a terrible shock, he'd only sustained minor physical injuries.

"The Yao family really ought to thank you properly, Master Xiao."

Wang Tong said with a cheerful smile.

Yao Hua was the youngest son of the Yao family and had been doted on by them since childhood.

Since Master Xiao had saved Yao Hua this time, the Yao family would surely show their gratitude in a big way.

Xiao Xiao gave a noncommittal smile.

In truth, it was Boar who had saved Yao Hua.

If Boar hadn't cushioned his fall, Xiao Xiao wouldn't have made it in time to catch Yao Hua.

He glanced at the demon beside Fenxue.

Apparently disappointed that the competition had been interrupted, Boar stayed by Fenxue's side, looking eager to continue the race.

Noticing Xiao Xiao's gaze, Boar looked up at him, its eyes filled with an unquenched fighting spirit.

Xiao Xiao was somewhat infected by the demon's fighting spirit.

He had been indifferent to it before, but now he found himself wanting to continue the race that had been "cut short."

"Waaah~ Waaah~"

The shrill siren drowned out all the noise.

The ambulance had arrived.

Yao Hua was soon carried into the ambulance.

"Waaah~ Waaah~"

The ambulance sped away in a flurry.

The onlookers gradually dispersed.

The racecourse returned to its former peaceful, leisurely atmosphere.

"Master Xiao."

A soft female voice called out.

It was the female supervisor who had welcomed them in the hall earlier.

Her simple white shirt and black suit gave her a mature, capable air.

The lace trim on the collar and cuffs of her white shirt added a touch of aristocratic elegance and feminine grace.

"You don't mind if I call you Master