This was the first major global event, but not that many players managed to arrive on time.
Compared to the world's population, it certainly wasn't many. However, if singled out for statistics, the number wasn't exactly small either.
"There have to be tens of thousands of people here, at least..." Fatty broke into a cold sweat as he looked at the dense clusters of tents.
The weather in February was still very chilly, especially in the middle of the night. The nocturnal cold felt as if it could penetrate anything, seeping in everywhere.
Fatty felt somewhat cold even in the motel, having to bundle himself up with several quilts to be completely sealed off from the cold, let alone those living in tents below.
Gu Mian also glanced at the sea of faces, which was quite intimidating at first glance.
"Let's go up," Gu Mian said, not lingering for too long before striding towards the nearby motel.
