"Standing so high, if it weren't for the light screen, I would have thought a meteorite was falling."
White Hair pressed his hand on the fat guy's face, murmuring.
"Jerk, can you not put your hand on my mouth?"
"I can." White Hair still had no intention of removing his hand.
The sudden appearance of Councilman Zong caused the scene to pause once more.
Then a clamor broke out.
It was clear that this method of island descent was beyond many people's expectations.
However, the island didn't land on the ground but hovered a hundred meters above it.
The middle-aged man in the light screen smiled, but the condescending air made many instinctively uncomfortable.
But the next second, Councilman Zong explained why the island didn't land with his actions.
"Mecha competition academy formation, prepare to ascend!"
The authoritative voice echoed throughout the stadium.
