On the brightly lit stage, the team members who were just wearing black T-shirts suddenly transformed, all donning camouflage jackets.
Nine of them crouched in the shadows, leaving only Zhong Ziyao in the center of the stage.
With the sound of gunfire, in the fast-paced music, those nine people, like mercenaries hidden in dense forests hearing the trumpet of battle, leaped up.
Ten people, with Zhong Ziyao at the forefront, formed a triangular formation.
With their perfectly synchronized explosive movements, they didn't look like a dance troupe but rather a black legion!
Yang Chengguang had no idea how shocking the scene looked to the audience.
In his mind, there was only one sentence: Crazy!
"Chengguang..."
A team member called him, and Yang Chengguang seemed to snap back to reality, hurriedly turning to the corner, whispering with his teammates.
In the broadcast hall, everyone's attention was focused on the ten people on stage.
