Tang Luo was about to return to his seat with his ticket when he saw an additional middle-aged man had appeared in his original spot, a wine pot in his hand, which he was pouring directly into his mouth.
"Why is there a drunkard here?" Tang Luo frowned, not wanting to sit beside a stranger reeking of alcohol. He looked around to see if there were any other vacant seats.
To his surprise, the seats on the high platform were almost entirely occupied in such a short span of time.
Tang Luo felt rather helpless - if he continued to waste time here, he might lose his original seat.
Thus, he headed straight back to his previous spot.
His original seat was at the highest point on the east side of the ring. Although it was the farthest from the ring, it had a clear line of sight. Apart from the central huge ring, he could also see the other smaller rings.
