El General Todopoderoso de Dragón

Dahlia, the ice princess, had barely said anything from the start. Her sudden statement captured everyone’s attention.
She had always projected an unapproachable persona, discouraging anyone from getting close. That was why her unexpected
show of support for Dustin was a surprise.
“Dahlia, why are you helping him?” Elena was shocked. Her actions now were clearly out of character for her usual cold
personality. “I’m just curious. I want to see why he’s so confident of winning this race,” Dahlia said indifferently.
Although that was what she said, an odd sensation prickled her mind. It was like she had acted impulsively to defend this
stranger. It was truly unusual.
“Since Ms. Nicholson is so interested, let’s indulge him this once,” Jayden said politely. “Out of respect for Ms. Nicholson, I’ll give
you a chance to lose gracefully. Now, get on your horse!”
Roxanne mounted Midnight Shadow and looked down at Dustin in contempt. With ten million in the bag, she had no reason to
refuse. She could even have some fun while she was at it.
Dustin glanced at Dahlia silently. With a swift swing of his leg, he mounted the pony. When the two horses stood side by side,
Dustin’s head barely reached Roxanne’s shoulder. He was nearly two heads shorter. “Hmph! He really got on! What a fool!”
“How shameless can he get? He’s using a woman’s money to place a bet.”
The crowd whispered among themselves as they looked at Dustin in disdain. He was bound to lose, but he insisted on
participating. He was just humiliating himself!
“Ready-!” Once both of them were prepared, Jayden, acting as the referee, immediately yelled, “Go!”
As soon as the signal was given, Roxanne urged her horse forward. Midnight Shadow galloped at an astonishing speed, racing
like the wind.
While Dustin remained calm as he held the reins, moving forward slowly on the pony. It didn’t seem like he was taking part in a
race. It looked more like he was taking a stroll. “What’s this guy up to? Why is he so slow? He should start running!”
“No matter how fast it runs, a pony would never outrun a Thoroughbred.” “He knows he’s bound to lose, so he’s deliberately
putting on a boring performance.”
As the crowd watched Dustin’s leisurely ride on his pony, they didn’t hold back on criticizing him.

Some looked at Dustin in disdain and some in mockery and ridicule. But they all felt disgusted by Dustin’s behavior.
It was one thing to lose, but he was not even trying. It had turned into an attitude problem. “Dahlia, just look at how despicable
this guy is!” Elena complained unhappily.
“You were kind enough to help him, and this is the attitude he shows us. He deserves to stay an insurance agent for the rest of
his life!”
“Some people are just utterly useless.” Jayden smiled mockingly. Dahlia frowned but didn’t say a word. Her gaze grew cold, and
she felt disappointed. “Sheila, do you see that? I told you he’s an attention seeker!” Vivian was irritated.
“Hmph! He’s not embarrassed, but we certainly feel embarrassed for him!” Evan’s expression was grim. Sheila bit her lip; she
had mixed feelings. She couldn’t understand why Dustin chose to perform poorly either.
“Hey, you there, can you speed up? I can’t wait any longer!”
Halfway through the race, Roxanne glanced backward and noticed Dustin trailing far back. She stopped her horse and taunted
him. Even so, Dustin remained calm. He continued riding his pony, steadily closing the gap.
“Come on! Pick up the pace!” Roxanne repeated incessantly. It felt like a cat- and-mouse game to her. Once Dustin nearly
caught up, she urged her horse forward again. As she increased the gap between them, she paused again, waiting for Dustin to
catch up.
She repeated this several times, toying with him. As if watching a circus, the crowd burst into laughter.