A transmission glow lit up.
Two elderly men dressed in black under Zheng Dongxiong's command returned with a young man.
The three of them filed in and walked into the resting area.
The young man's face showed a look of pleasant surprise as he found a place to sit down, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Zheng Dongxiong offered very generous conditions.
He really made a great deal.
An elderly man in black with a serious expression quietly walked to a corner not far away and whispered to another young man: "Young Master Qingshan, the matter has been settled, you can continue to participate in the competition..."
"Good."
Zheng Qingshan nodded impassively.
After giving his instructions, the elderly man in black turned around and signaled to another elderly man in black, and the two of them vanished in a flash from the resting area.
"Zheng Qingshan, your backing is quite solid!"
