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Chapter 852

After shopping, Chloe Collins pushed the old woman towards the venue.

The cart was filled with large bags of stuff she was requested to buy.

The battlefield was already prepared inside the venue.

It was divided into Spring, Sumr, Autumn, and Winter, each section mimicked realistic scenes. The spaces were vast.

The Spring battlefield was set up to include a bamboo forest, and in the center, there was a pond. It was about the size of a quarter of a football field. Moving through a door, one would enter the Sumr battlefield, which was a desert landscape that was also a quarter of a football field in size.

The remaining Autumn Battlefield was primarily composed of ten ships, beneath which was an artificial lake. The area was slightly larger than the previous two.

The last one, the Winter Battlefield, lived up to its the, with icy landscapes and chilling snowscapes. Icy sculptures were scattered everywhere, and cold air erged from the artificially cooled flooring, posing the greatest challenge—slippage.

Caras were positioned towards all four battlefields, capturing the action from all angles and broadcasting it onto a big screen for the audience. Otherwise, the audiences would only be able to see vague figures moving about, unable to observe the details without the big screen.

During the competition, the challengers could shuttle between the four battlefields. As long as they remained awake before dawn, they were deed Victor.

This rule was far more stringent compared to the past.

The rules before the ga lasted only for two hours. But now it’s increased to last all night, sowhat wicked.

Unfortunately, it was an order directly from the leader. Everyone could only grumble about it amongst themselves.

Chloe Collins’ original position was with Group 3 towards the back.

Now she pushed the old woman forward, following her path.

In the end, they sat directly at the front, which was the best viewing spot.

Surrounding them were company executives and superiors known for their excellent performance.

She was the only newcor.

Her white uniform, signifying a newcor, stood out like a sore thumb amongst the dark colors.

The competition hadn’t even started, but all eyes were on her.

The leader beside her exchanged a few words with the old woman, then turned to her, ntioning the afternoon evaluation.

The old woman raised her chin and said, "All credit goes to my precious boy! She is my precious boy’s apprentice!"

"Ah? Bennett White’s apprentice?"

Old woman: "No, not at all!"

Low murmurs started rippling through the crowd.

Chloe Collins glanced around without saying anything. Her gaze focused on the field, gradually morizing each battlefield’s characteristics.

Which spots were not captured by the cara, which were the safest, which were the most dangerous, all these details etched into her mind.

After she finished observing, the old woman’s voice echoed once again.

"Dumb girl, take these. As soon as my precious boy enters the field, wave the flag and cheer for him."

She handed Chloe Collins the big flag and distributed cheering sticks to the people around them.

While shopping for these items, Chloe Collins had already anticipated this.

She didn’t resist or decline, just holding the big flag, looking like a wooden log.

The competition was about to begin, the atmosphere in the venue was tumultuous.

Suddenly, Heijii appeared beside her and said, "Are you really planning on going up there?"

Before Chloe Collins could reply, his question had already attracted the old lady’s attention.

She glared at Heijii, squinting her eyes, "Who are you, young man?"

Heijii replied, "I’m her friend."

"Friend?" the old woman squinted again: "Is there such thing as friendship between n and won? Cut the crap!"

Taken aback, Heijii thought, this old lady really speaks her mind.

Chloe Collins sneered, turning her head towards him, "What are you doing here?"

"I ca to persuade you."

"I know what you are going to do. Once it is found out that you are..." He cleared his throat, lowered his voice, "You are secretly assisting Bennett White, you are in trouble."

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