A few hours ago, he was still in the wilderness of Alaska, pondering the movements of the wolf pack and the firewood in the cabin.
And now, he found himself in this luxurious palace above the clouds, drinking top-notch champagne, flying towards a new battlefield constructed by capital and fame.
One is the epitome of natural civilization, the other is the epitome of artificial civilization.
This extreme comfort and luxury seemed like a silent declaration, reminding him that what he signed with CAA was not just a contract, but a ticket to the pinnacle of the world. Behind this ticket were countless games of rules and challenges.
He gently swirled the wine glass, looking at the golden liquid inside, took a sip, the cold liquor gliding over his tongue, the lively bubbles bursting instantly in his mouth, yet disappearing in a flash.
