Suzhou City had fought its way to this point, and everyone at Suzhou No.1 Middle School Star Martial Academy was extremely elated. Amid the celebrations, Wang Lan, the only one who had made it to the semifinals, became all the more precious.
The guidance director, who was a bit drunk, patted Wang Lan's shoulders with great affection. Despite the festive celebrations, Mu Shaoyun, who had secured fifth place for the school, was absent.
Theoretically, after the competition ends, players who no longer have matches can leave the hotel and go home. But so far, only Mu Shaoyun had left early.
That night was silent. Yet, in that silence, the sports hall underwent a silent transformation. Experts from the Tianjian Bureau quietly entered the sports hall to set up defenses.
"TAP TAP TAP—" The door was knocked, interrupting Wang Lan and his two companions as they were having a midnight snack. Xu Xiangwen walked to the door, puzzled.
"Who is it?"
