Among the three, one was a bald man with a thick silver chain around his neck.
His biceps bulged alarmingly, making one worry if he'd be able to scratch his own back if it itched. What was more conspicuous, however, was the tattoo that extended up his neck—it seemed to cover his whole body and at first glance, he did not look like a good sort.
Another was an old man with white hair and beard who, upon seeing Zhong Wanyuan, immediately broke into a smile, the very image of someone coasting through life on subsidies.
The last man was also of no young age, his gaze sharp, and he looked sufficiently fierce, albeit missing one arm.
Zhong Wanyuan patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Five minutes—that's the challenge. It's up to you now."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhong!"
Lin Yuan walked tall to the examination hall.
The field was vast, a full fifty meters in diameter.
