The young man's equipment was just too shabby, and his level was excessively low—others might not know, but as the organizer with access to military-shared information, he was well aware of Fang Hong's real level.
He couldn't help but stroke his pointed beard and sighed, "Two contestants have already dropped out, including a seeded player in the main competition. If you drop out too, it'll be hard to carry on with today's match."
Fang Hong understood his dilemma, but was powerless to help.
Just as he was about to say something to comfort him, a somewhat abrupt voice interjected:
"Yo, isn't this the former Blind Man's Adventure Team?"
Fang Hong was startled, turned around, and saw two 'old acquaintances' walking over from the direction of the main competition area—the same young man who had bumped into Gita and Wu Di. The former was still cheerily waving at them:
"Good evening, Mr. and Miss Blind Man."
