The hall was packed with people, all other players here for the tournament.
Countless curious eyes fell on Renee Morgan.
Girl? Is she a medic?
As for the gun hanging on Renee, a lot of them had also been assigned rifles and submachine guns, so no one thought anything was off.
Renee had just sat down when a staff member escorted more people in. The middle-aged man hadn't even looked at Renee's ID card when he got handed a few more; he quickly told the newcomers to sit.
This competition had over a thousand players, split into two camps, with over five hundred on each side. The middle-aged man was running off his feet.
Renee sat in her seat, holding her cloth-wrapped long gun, quietly sizing up the players moving around her.
Honestly, once Renee realized these players were all top talents from around the world, she totally lost her confidence.
