Two people walked down the stairs to the basement.
Before them, the so-called "registration channel" had a long line, with at least twenty humans lined up, hoping to become "fighters".
Luo Di thought he would need to line up, but the class president dragged him to another unoccupied entrance.
A security guard with a Mercury tattoo on his neck and wearing a white mask quickly recognized the class president's membership.
According to the rules here, members have the privilege to recommend "fighters," no need to queue up, but relevant inspections still needed to be conducted.
"Please sign your name here first to confirm your willingness to comply with the rules set by the Fighting Hall, even if it costs you your life.
A series of basic checks will be carried out subsequently, including a basic scan of the pituitary structure and a full-body physical screening.
