"Old Tom's twin?"
"No! He looks a little different..." Chen Jue muttered inwardly as he stared at the middle-aged foreigner's face after he removed his mask.
The splitting ice shelf had stirred up flurries of ice fragments and snowy mist. Fierce Antarctic winds swept through, making the clothes of the two groups facing each other across the gap flap loudly.
Only after the last earthshaking crack of breaking ice faded did Linglong gauge the width of the fissure with her eyes. Then she looked at Zhao Zhen over thirty meters away, her gaze turning cold as her red lips parted. "Zhao Zhen, is this what you meant by sincerity overcoming every obstacle? It seems men's mouths really do spout nothing but lies."
"No, no, no!"
"Miss Linglong, I swear to heaven that every word I told you was true. I never meant to deceive you in the slightest. My feelings for you were love at first sight, straight from my heart, and they will never change for all eternity!" Zhao Zhen shouted to her.
"Then who are all these people? Do you dare answer me? Didn't you say you would never lie to me?" Linglong sneered and pointed at the middle-aged foreigner who had removed his mask.
"He is..." Flushing under Linglong's questioning, Zhao Zhen was about to explain when the middle-aged foreigner who resembled Old Tom raised a hand to stop him.
The foreigner turned and smiled faintly at Chen Jue and Linglong. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chen Jue, Ms. Linglong. Thank you for your contributions to the Extreme Sports Association."
"My name is Eugene. My Chinese name is Zhao Zhen-Zhen as in perfection, not sincerity."
"Zhao Zhen is still young and simple-minded. He doesn't yet know how to communicate with a woman as perceptive as you,