Soon, only Mu Ci, Yang Mingyue, and Xiaofu were left on the track.
Everett Zhang raised his head and looked at the quickly emptying track.
The corners of his lips hidden under the helmet were slightly raised. When everyone was focusing on the retired players, he put his hands on his waist and shouted "Master Ball" again, waking up Own item box.
He took a step forward, and his slender legs wrapped in silver armor stepped onto the brick-red barrier wall.
He seemed to see the spotlight shining on his head again.
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