The boiling cheers instantly drowned out Wombat Girl's attempt to find an excuse to take Grandpa Lu away. The transformation from absolute despair to a miraculous glimmer of hope drove even the normally arrogant Fallen Angels to go wild alongside the support troops!
"Boss," Wombat Girl transmitted softly. "What do we do?"
Grandpa Lu did not answer her. Instead, he stared blankly at the boiling crowd. He could clearly see the intense fervor in their eyes whenever they looked at him, as though sparks might leap from them.
He was very familiar with that look. He remembered that when he was very young, his grandfather often showed him videos of one of his former teammates competing. His grandfather had retired early, gaining a lot of money but missing out on much of the glory. Among his teammates back then, there had been one dazzling figure who had carried on his former dream, struggling forward along that road filled with brutal competition, yet also with glory and flowers.
Although it had been arduous, and that person had supposedly been covered in occupational ailments at a young age, the glory and adoration he enjoyed back then were what Grandpa Lu's grandfather had spent his entire life regretting and longing for.
At the time, he seemed to have understood what his grandfather was saying, yet also seemed not to have. But today, he finally understood. Looking at the worshipful gazes treating him like a savior, Grandpa Lu suddenly felt that sometimes, a person ought to pursue something in life.
Thus, the creature that had been weak moments ago suddenly seemed to have been injected with stimulants. He raised his head and puffed out his chest like a proud rooster.
"Everyone, quiet down." Grandpa Lu tried to raise his voice, but because he was