Screams and roars filled the oval venue.
Formula Car dogfight racing was a top-tier showdown featuring cutting-edge Flying Vehicles and small-scale weapons.
Each race featured a hundred Formula Car Flying Vehicles competing along a set virtual route inside the venue.
The racers passed through a hundred virtual checkpoints. Every time they reached one, they unlocked one of the weapons installed in their vehicle.
Vehicles collided. Weapons thundered.
Only Formula Cars with enough firepower and tough enough frames had any hope of lasting to the end.
Dogfight racing tracks could be found in almost every city, not just Greenland City.
There were races every day, and lotteries every day.
The wealth of countless lower- and middle-class people circulated here.
Some struck it rich overnight; others sank deep into debt.
There were mechanical collisions and a life of wine and song.
Lin Qi sat in the stands, keeping in contact with Arthur through the wristband-like communication device embedded in the metal seam of his arm.
"The Twin Towers are pretty lively. There are plenty of mercenaries, but no one's made a move yet. Wizard, where are you?"
Arthur still hadn't come up to the surface. He was messaging Lin Qi from within the underground tunnel system.
Using feedback from his cybernetic prosthesis, Arthur had detected a large number of life signs in the underground tunnels alone, and their numbers were increasing rapidly.
They were clearly all rats from the sewers, gathering so openly that they were about to fill the space beneath the Si Clan's Twin Towers.
"I'm not far. I'm discussing the second mission with Guangleng."
Lin Qi still didn't know what was really going on.
There were at least as many factions looking to make a move as there had been on the night they'd tested the waters against the