"Tickets bought?"
"Bought." Lin Wan raised the phone in her hand. "So you handled all those passports and visas online too?"
"Of course. Just a few lines of code." Lu Zheng nodded as though it were only natural. "We'll head to Northern Capital first, meet up with Zhao Xiaodao, then fly to the Lighthouse Country together to cheer Zhang Weili on."
It was almost the end of September. Zhang Weili's title defense in Las Vegas was about to begin. She had already gone to America five days ago to adjust to the time difference and undergo adaptive training. Zhao Xiaodao had nothing going on lately and planned to fly over tomorrow to ride the wave of hype.
Lu Zheng and the others had just happened to return from Tu Mountain, so the timing was perfect. They could join in the fun too.
But...
Shen Ying and Liu Qingyan watched the UFC fight video playing on the phone and shook their heads repeatedly. "What's there to watch in this kind of mortal brawl? And the spectators beside them are actually getting so fired up. I really don't understand it."
Liu Qingyan shook her head. "It's not even as good as Uncle Li and his daughter, who perform in Cong An Ward."
Si Lingxi did not even look at it. She quietly held a copy of "Sacred Ruins" in her hands and had already reached this author's third novel.
Lu Zheng lay on the sofa and could not help patting his forehead.
That was the difference between the two worlds. Champions at Blue Star's pinnacle free-fighting platform were not even as good as a street performer in a county town of Great Jing, even though that man had not even entered the martial path.
Si Lingxi glanced at the video and said