Moon City, Sports Center.
The training with the Pope just ended for the group of six. Although they were eager to go online, they dared not express it, so they slowly walked out of the venue step by step, pretending to chat casually with the Pope along the way.
Exiting the main gate,
a smell like fermented cloth strips along with garlic wafted directly to them,
"Meisiduo..." Lai turned around, just about to say something, but his words stalled. Because the state of the cloth man seemed off, his head was being carried in his hand.
At this moment, Luo Di placed his hand on a few of their shoulders, "Lai, you guys go to the internet café and rest, I have something to discuss with the cloth man."
"Alright, Pope."
Lai vaguely sensed something but didn't point it out, he just led his companions to the internet café.
Sports Center, actual combat area.
The cloth man's head was tied to his waist by a cloth bag,
