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    “That’s impossible. Skybreaker hasn’t been seen in years. He’s probably dead already,” Fiy replied with cold certainty. He crushed the cigar in the ashtray, smirked, and rose to his feet in one smooth motion.


    Straightening his white suit jacket, Brennen moved with calm precision. “It’s been far too long since Skybreakerst raced. Skybreaker’s skills and reflexes must have dulled, nowhere near the level of the man we’ve prepared. Even if Skybreaker does appear, he’ll be crushed. The trophy will still belong to us. And if he somehow manages to win…”


    A faint smile curved Fiy’s lips, though his eyes gleamed with ruthless intent.


    “I’ll make sure Skybreaker vanishes without a trace.”


    Today, the racetrack was packed to the rafters—even the aisles of the spectator stands were crammed with people.


    Thankfully, Calvin and Magnus had booked seats beforehand—standing for the whole time would have been a surefire way to end up with aching backs for men their age. Dressed in in clothes, they wore baseball caps and masks, topping it all off with sunsses—every inch of their faces concealed.


    From his backpack, Magnus quietly pulled out two heart-shaped glow sticks. “Guess what I brought for you, Calvin…”


    Magnus lifted them proudly, only to see Calvin pull out two star-shaped glow sticks—leaving himpletely speechless.


    Calvin had been eager to show off his star-shaped sticks—until he saw the hearts in Magnus’s hands, which instantly left him at a loss for words.


    The two elderly men stood there stiff as statues, glow sticks in hand, neither moving an inch. They had always been partners in mischief, carrying their shared madness from boyhood right into old age.


    “Let’s swap one,” Magnus suggested, offering Calvin one of his sticks.


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    With boyish delight, Calvin traded one of his stars for a heart.


    “Why hasn’t my mentor appeared yet?” Magnus muttered, his brows furrowed as his gaze darted restlessly around the arena.


    “Patience,” Calvin replied, though the tapping of his foot betrayed his own excitement.


    Never before had Calvin indulged in such madness—purchasing glow sticks to cheer for his idol like some starstruck youth, decades out of sync with the fan culture around him. His cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and exhration.


    “Who would’ve thought we’d still be capable of such madness at our age? I never imagined it!” Magnus boomed withughter.


    “Keep it down,” Calvin murmured. “If you shout like that, everyone will know we’re just two old men waving these things.”


    “What’s there to be shy about? Old age deserves its own brand of madness,” Magnus retorted, though his face flushed all the same—his blood surging as though it, too, remembered how to race.<fn544d> Original content can be found at Find?Novel</fn544d>


    All around them, the crowd’s murmurs swelled like wind rippling through tall grass.


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