"Stop right there!"
Just as Qin Tian and his group were about to go ashore, two men in camouflage uniforms came over and blocked their way on the dock.
"Are you here to participate in the classification match?"
A dark-skinned bald man asked.
Zhou Yang said, "Yes."
The bald man pulled out a piece of white paper that appeared to have a list of participating teams on it and asked, "What's the name of your team?"
"War Dragon."
"Okay, that's fine. Check in at the front hall, and then someone will arrange your accommodation and schedule for you. Go on!"
After checking the list and hearing Zhou Yang say they were from the War Dragon Mercenary Team, the bald man immediately wore a look of disdain on his face.
Seeing the condescending look in the bald man's eyes, Xiao Zhuang furrowed his brows, wanting to step forward and give him a piece of his mind, but Qin Tian pulled him back, shook his head, then led the way towards the building ahead.
