The streets were crowded as match after match were being conducted inside a nearby Arena. It was as if an opening ceremony of an Olympic event was being held in that area.
That said, in an adjacent building, a meeting room was filled with sweaty people wearing suits, despite being well air-conditioned.
The door opened and an old man entered with a smile on his face. The old man said, "Why the sour faces when we just made a successful start on the Simulated Battle Tournament?"
"This… Uhm…" The man said—who was seemingly in his late 30s, and who was seated to the left of where the old man sat.
"What?" The old man frowned in response.
The man could only force out a smile in response. Then, after a few seconds, he said, "There's a tension building up at the Asian-Australian Server, Chairman. The Continental Quest is going out of control, and the players were barely able to suppress the attacks from the wild mountain wolves!"