Half an hour later, the group of people finally arrived at the shooting competition venue.
After Janson and the others got off the car, they saw a large group of people taking the initiative to welcome them.
"Mr. Janson, you're here?"
One of the middle-aged men said respectfully to Janson.
"Wonka, it's really too troublesome for you to come over personally for such a small matter. The younger generation in the family wanted to come over to play, so I followed them!"
Janson replied indifferently.
"Mr. Janson, you're too polite. This is nothing. If they wanted to come over to play in the future, then just let them come over directly. There was no need to go through so much trouble!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly said.
"Eh, how can this be? We still have to follow the rules. If everyone doesn't follow the rules, won't it be chaotic…"
Janson walked into the arena as he spoke.
