Jock tilted his head, standing next to the black studio, unable to see through the obese figure waving at him at first glance.
The desire to further perceive it was blocked by a pitch-black curtain, as if he were seated in the audience of a stage, unable to see the scene behind the curtain.
However, Jock wasn't worried at all.
He knew Luo Di's intentions well, why Luo Di had invited him, and he knew this was definitely a fair one-on-one.
This was his only chance for correction after standing in the wrong place; as long as he survived, there was a chance to turn the tables.
Jock stepped over the warning line and stood before the portly middle-aged man.
The mist swirling around his body was unwilling to approach the man, seemingly fearing something, as if getting close meant being completely devoured.
Slap!
A roll of paper was slapped directly on Jock's head.
