“Does this make sense?! Two minutes? Two minutes?!” Mascherano screamed in the corridor leading to the waiting room. He was dumbfounded.

2 minutes and 18 seconds—it was really ridiculous.

“Stop it. In any case, we are second. What is so important about the record? All that is left is the ranking.”

A teammate placed his arm around Mascherano’s shoulder to calm him down. It was right that the record of 2 minutes and 18 seconds didn’t make sense. However, from the beginning, they didn’t consider Crescent Moon to be an opponent to compete against. They were the sky above the sky—people from another world, who stopped by Earth for a while, and left like aliens. So it didn’t matter what achievements Crescent Moon made. Red Bull didn’t care that much.

‘It is silly to care. There is no change even if we care.’

“Additionally, don’t you know they can hear everything you’re saying here?”

Crucially, this corridor was connected to the waiting room of all the teams. Naturally, it was also connected to Crescent Moon’s waiting room. This shout from Mascherano was likely to...