To Wang Zhong, being the judge or referee for the finals was simply a formality. In the past, he had only heard of it from Rhode D, but when he experienced the craze of the Machinery race towards the law enforcement game, he sighed with emotion and felt as if he had unknowingly benefitted from an unexpected course of events.
The two teams engaged in a battle of wits, and the best of three matches would be the winner. The elite team led by a general from the Golden Fleet had lost. However, there was no dejection or unhappiness on the general's face. On the contrary, its expression was full of satisfaction. Even though they were all enthusiasts of the law enforcement game, this was simply a game among their race. Since they were able to stand on the highest-leveled competition grounds, victory or loss was not important to them. What was important was seeing the Machinery race have a rare grand gathering of their race.
