Yu Sheng and Zhao Zicheng simply watched as a group of middle-aged men furtively fiddled with that poor manhole cover.
And tested it over and over.
Only after confirming that it moved smoothly did they hide themselves.
They suppressed every trace of their presence.
"Looks like... we could make money."
Yu Sheng seemed to have suddenly thought of something. His eyes brightened slightly with a hint of understanding.
He stood behind Zhao Zicheng and whispered a few words. Zhao Zicheng looked momentarily stunned, then broke into a savage grin.
As though he were looking forward to something.
Time ticked by. A young man with a stern face came charging from the distance in a Military Academy uniform, actually overtaking Spirit Martial High School.
It had to be said that their sacrificial style of fighting was better suited to the current chaos.
"Get him!"
With that furious shout, two members of the Reserve Corps suddenly rushed out, blocking off the escape routes on either side, while Guard Bureau personnel came chasing up from behind.
They left only a single opening through which he could accelerate and charge.
Gritting his teeth, the Military Academy prodigy said nothing and abruptly sped up. Under everyone's gaze, he planted his foot.
The manhole cover flipped, and he dropped in with a plop.
The Reserve Corps member who had been lying in wait below gave a sleazy grin and slapped a hand onto him.
He stood motionless, stinking all over.
In the air some distance away, the deputy director's face had turned thunderous.
What should have been a perfectly good Freshman Tournament, full of all sorts of fun, had instead devolved into this.
Playing dirty?
He had imagined escape, disguise, contestants sabotaging one another, turning others' strength against them, and a whole series of other advanced