Chapter 753 - 473: The Building

Chapter 753: Chapter 473: The Building

In the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant.

A waitress approached, her steps light as she carried a tray.

On the tray were two hearty breakfasts, arranged neatly, with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice on the side.

There was the Juno specialty breakfast omelet.

It was made with fresh shrimp, crab meat, and salmon, perfectly blended with eggs and vegetables like onions, celery, mushrooms, and bell peppers. The sweetness of the seafood and the tenderness of the eggs danced on the tongue. Paired with the crisp vegetables, it was impossible to resist taking one bite after another.

The reindeer sausage with fried eggs was just as impressive.

The reindeer sausage was seared to perfection, its casing slightly charred and fragrant. A single bite released a burst of savory juices from the firm meat, flooding the mouth with flavor.

A unique blend of spices further enhanced the flavor, leaving a rich aroma that lingered long after.

The fried egg was also cooked perfectly. The white was just set, while the yolk remained tantalizingly runny.

Together with the sausage, it created a superb combination of textures. Every bite was packed with rich flavor and complexity.

Feng Mountain was exceptionally satisfied with the breakfast.

He couldn’t stop praising it, from the freshness of the ingredients and the perfect cooking temperature to the masterful fusion of flavors.

When he paid, he even left the friendly waitress a generous forty-dollar tip.

Full and satisfied, they left the restaurant.

The moment they stepped outside, they spotted Jeff hurrying down the street. He was glancing around anxiously, as if searching for something—or someone—important.

"Hey, buddy!" Feng Mountain called out, raising a hand high from the restaurant doorway.

Hearing the call, Jeff quickly turned his head and spotted them instantly.

He hurried across the road, his steps quick as he reached the two of them.

"Guys, I went to the hotel to look for you, but the front desk said you’d already left?" Jeff asked, breathing hard. His eyes showed concern, and his voice was edged with anxiety.

"We were grabbing breakfast. Have you eaten? This place is really good," Feng Mountain said, gesturing to the restaurant behind him.

Jeff quickly waved his hand. "I was actually coming to get you guys for breakfast. Since you’ve already eaten, we should get going. Today’s going to be busy."

Busy?

Feng Mountain frowned, confused.

He didn’t know what Jeff was up to, but he got into the car anyway.

Nash said even less, quietly following behind.

As they drove through the streets and alleys, the scenery blurred past the windows, the city’s silhouette constantly shifting before them.

Finally, the car turned into the parking lot of a six-story building.

The building was magnificent, with a unique architectural style. Along the edge of its roof hung the state flags of every state in the United States.

"Buddy, where is this?"

Feng Mountain stared at the building in surprise, then turned to Jeff, waiting for an answer.

"The Alaska State Capitol Building," Jeff said nonchalantly as he turned into a side ramp and entered the parking garage.

Once the car was inside the parking garage,

Feng Mountain saw that a large crowd was gathered in the center of the open space. A quick glance suggested there were at least a hundred people.

They were all Indigenous People, distinguished only by their clothing.

However, Feng Mountain, being familiar with the Indigenous Peoples, could easily tell the Inuit from the Indians by their clothes.

Inuit attire consisted mainly of parka-like coats.

These coats, designed for life in the Arctic, featured an integrated hood.

The cleverly designed hood could be drawn to enclose the head and face, offering complete protection from the biting wind.

The hem typically extended below the knees to block as much cold air as possible from rising up underneath.

The cuffs were also specially treated, cinched tight to keep out wind and snow.

Furthermore, these coats were typically made from the skins of seals, walruses, reindeer, or polar bears.

The Indians, in contrast, mostly wore long robes.

These robes were primarily made from the hides of wild oxen, reindeer, or wolves.

The wide, heavy robes could envelop the entire body. Their edges were often decorated with tassels or beads, and they were worn with a belt. A shared characteristic was that their hats were filled with feathers of various colors.

Most importantly,

The relationship between the Inuit and the Indians was not a friendly one; the two groups had a long history of resentment.

Ordinarily, when they met, they would never stand together.

It was a conflict rooted in historical and tribal grievances, one that had persisted on this land for millennia, becoming an unwritten taboo.

The division in the parking garage was stark.

On one side of the space stood a group of Indians in long robes and feathered hats. On the other was a group dressed in the bulky animal skins typical of the Inuit.

Jeff had just pulled the car into a parking space.

The Indigenous People from both sides began walking toward the car at the same time, each group carrying the distinct aura of their tribe.

As the two crowds approached, Feng Mountain recognized many familiar faces among them.

Elder Chief Welta of the Wild Bull Tribe, Clyde, the leader from Noatak Town, Chief Old Pete of Point Laya, Wevok Chief Kitto, Charleote Chief Bill, Wayne Wright Chief Darren, Atkansak Chief Pansi, and Kivalina Chief Louise...

Seeing them all gathered in one place, Feng Mountain couldn’t help but wonder,

’What major event could possibly have happened to bring two groups, normally so incompatible, together?’

He stepped out of the car, his mind full of questions.

"Feng, you’re finally here. We’ve been waiting for you," Kivalina Chief Louise said, her face wreathed in smiles. Her eyes shone with anticipation, as if Feng Mountain’s arrival was of the utmost importance.