The next morning, every crime syndicate in the world was seated on a platform within F1 Stadium. They each sat in their own designated areas and carried an aura of vindictiveness about them. F1 was not a car racing stadium today. It was a war zone.
Elsewhere, exhilarated roars sounded across the stadium. The underground race was a once-a-year tradition, and this year, it was being held earlier than usual, from sunset to the next morning. As a result, spectators were beyond excited.
"Where in the world is Lily? Could something have happened to her?" Xia Lin was sitting in Di Clan's designated resting area on the verge of tears, her face scrunched up in worry. Everyone had thought Lily went to bed the day before, but when they went to find her in the morning, there was no one there. Now, they were all freaking out.
"She'll be fine," Su Luo said. "She has nothing to do with any of this. No one will bother her."
