From afar, everyone could only see that young man, whose stature was not particularly tall, his face largely concealed by sunglasses, with a delicate chin and profound contours, exuding an irresistible handsomeness.
"Golden Cup Racing God!"
"Golden Cup Racing God!"
In the stands, various congratulatory voices were deafening, echoing through the skies.
At the same time, the broadcast also started announcing the race results.
"The much-anticipated decennial Golden Cup Race has come to an end. Now we will announce this year's winners. Third place goes to Mr. Cook. Let's give him a round of applause. And the runner-up is our renowned Mr. Korte. Let's have another round of applause for him…"
Korte initially thought there was something wrong with his ears, that he had misheard.
How could he possibly be the runner-up?