The night grew deeper.
In the parking lot, cars started one by one, their lights illuminating the dark, and drove away.
Only a red bull car remained, parked under the shadow of trees in the night.
Inside the dark cabin, Bai Mo sat quietly with his disciple Moon Belly, occasionally glancing at Su Yaoyao from the Fire Toad's perspective, or watching the live broadcast on his phone.
"Are there no more spectators on site?"
From the Fire Toad's viewpoint, the area around the North Suburb Base was desolate, with no vehicles on the roads. At a road junction, a barrier was set up, enforcing traffic control, prohibiting any vehicles from entering.
The already sparse residential area was lit up but deserted, with no one to be seen.
In the Puppet Arena where Su Yaoyao danced, the music still echoed through the night. However, the staff who installed and debugged the equipment were already packed into vans and left in haste.
