Chapter 140 Big Bald Wolf
Hera, Zen, and Xavier made their way back to the reserved stable for the competition horses. Each participant was allocated a cubicle for their horse, providing a space for them to rest and calm their nerves before the competition began.
Event officers were stationed at each entrance and exit, and CCTV cameras surveilled the entire stable area. These measures were implemented as precautions against any potential underhanded tactics by competitors, ensuring fairness and providing reassurance for all participants.
Bry’s father and uncle were thrilled with the heightened security measures, feeling reassured by the precautions in place. Unlike previous competitions where only event officers were assigned to maintain peace and order, the addition of CCTV cameras and strict entrance/exit controls provided a sense of safety. They vividly recalled a past incident where a minor altercation led to heated tensions inside the stable, resulting in a minor injury. Unfortunately, when event officers intervened, the situation escalated, with no one willing to admit fault, leading to a frustrating "he said, she said" scenario.
In the past, Bry’s uncle participated in the competition, which is why he and his brother were particularly impressed by the current event sponsor’s generosity and attention to detail in ensuring everything was meticulously organized.
The race track was immaculate, boasting sturdy benches and an air of extravagance, with everything appearing freshly purchased and painted. However, their attention was quickly drawn away by the presence of numerous famous and affluent participants. The bustling stable was filled with competitors diligently caring for their horses.
"Hmph! You have the audacity to show your face here even in your crippled state?" an annoyingly arrogant voice cut through the stable as soon as Hera entered. Her gaze landed on a group gathered in the center, confirming that the voice originated from there.
The mention of "cripple" instantly raised Hera’s concern for Bry’s uncle, leading her temper to simmer. With a determined stride, she made her way toward the gathering, her mind racing with worry and determination.
Sure enough, at the center of the commotion, Bry’s uncle sat in his wheelchair, while an obnoxious man, exuding arrogance like a peacock, stood before him, brandishing his horsewhip threateningly.
Hera sensed Bry’s hand stiffen at the sight of the man, prompting her to glance down at him with concern. It was then she noticed Bry’s reddened eyes and nose, his lips pursed tightly. Being still young, Bry couldn’t conceal his emotions, his expression transparently reflecting his inner turmoil.