September 5th, 11:40 P. M.
The members of frontline hell arrived at Wang Tanzhi's meeting room as promised. They were ready for the first round of S2's competition.
Although it felt like it was going to be midnight soon, there were still 200 minutes left according to the game time in sleep mode. In any case, as long as they joined the matching queue before midnight, it would be regarded as "today" battle, so they were not in a hurry.
"Wow, how rare. Our Lord editor is actually ten minutes late (in real time) today." Looking at the last person to enter the meeting room, Feng bujue, who was lying on the luxurious sofa like a catfish, revealed a smile that was asking for a beating.
It had to be said ... As the leader of the club, the team leader, and the professional who was late ... Brother Jue was the least qualified person to mock others on this issue.
