On the fourth day of the Purple Firmament Cup, all the events had entered their mid-stage climax.
In the corridor of the main venue's rest area, Wen Duo wandered around with a cup of extra-sweet milk tea in his hands—he was already tired of going back and forth with Miss Nan.
This coward wanted his mistress to rise to power, but had the heart without the courage. He was really boring.
"Maybe she isn't even the mistress?"
As if he had thought of something, Wen Duo couldn't help snickering. He casually surveyed the surroundings of the venue. Without a doubt, the main venue had more spectator seats.
With an audience numbering over a million, wave after wave of cheers could always cause the entire place to tremble.
The reason he had come here from the branch venue was actually just to avoid Miss Nan. That woman was quite frightening, in fact—one of the few ruthless characters who made Wen Duo feel that he might actually capsize.
"Quickly... Medical Team Seventeen, Channel Seven needs support!"
A group of people in the uniforms of the tournament's medical team hurried past. Unlike the Battle of Twelve Cities, where most teams had their own physicians, the other venues of the Purple Firmament Cup used the medical system provided by the tournament.
"Doctor Sun?"
"You are... Lord Wen?!"
A young man in a medical uniform who was hurrying past stopped in surprise. At this moment, however, he had already removed his hat and was carrying a supply pack. It seemed to be his break or shift-change period.
On an empty terrace in the wall of the main venue, Wen Duo and the young man sat on the stairs, puffing at their cigarettes.
"It's been a long time since we left White Steel City... I