181 White Ghost
Even in the afternoon, the atmosphere inside the building was still frenzied.
Men and women addicted to the violent secretion of hormones had no concept of time, though their silhouettes weren't as densely packed as in the evening.
The low-quality speakers blasted explosive waves of sound, and Bai E's body swayed gently with the rhythm.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, after all, one has to blend in with the crowd.
Seeing that a familiar person had brought him, and considering the warrior before him was fit and imposing, the staff registering fighters instantly changed from slouching idly to sitting up straight and proper.
He had seen many such figures, and even if they might unfortunately die in some deathmatch later on, they were definitely the ones who could climb the ranks fastest here!
Thus, his gaze toward Bai E carried a noticeable reverence, "How may I address you?"
"White Ghost."
Bai E blurted out.