Whether it was Gong Yan, Gu Lan or Kuang Xin, they were all too conspicuous in such a place, so they all donned disguises.
"You go straight in to compete, we'll wander around and see if we can find a chance to mix into their backstage," Dai Lian made a general plan outside the door.
"Okay." Kuang Xin clenched his fists, and upon hearing those familiar restive tunes, his body had already begun to excite subconsciously.
But on second thought, the few people he was most familiar with in this game would also see his performance on stage, and he felt somewhat resistant.
What should he do if he couldn't completely let himself go?
Before the little thought could even ferment, Kuang Xin's steps had already habitually carried him to the registration desk.
The weird headdress on his head declared his identity, and during the days he had been competing, the idea that "the Gladiator never takes off his mask" had echoed in people's hearts, even spawning many crazy imitators.
