Distance of Ten Thousand Miles

Yimo stood at the venue where America and Satan were negotiating. Inside the sports stadium modeled after an ancient Roman arena, he listened to the system notifications with a furrowed brow. He lowered his head and looked at his phone. It was a text from Secretary 3, telling him where Wo Wo Tou was. When he raised his head and gazed up at the sky, the rules of the Second Round Grand Finals kept appearing before his eyes...