That batch of Silk Stockings had been given almost entirely to the resistance.
'So... those dozen or so women are all resistance members?'
'What does this mean?'
Some of them came alone, while others had a male companion they were close with.
A few more had come with friends, gathering in small groups.
'They... are here to watch the competition?'
'Or to place bets?'
Zhao Chi wasn't sure.
One of the women in the front row even called out to Zhao Chi enthusiastically.
"Are you Zhao Chi? Can you give me an autograph?"
Zhao Chi had no desire to speak with her at all.
But this was a perfect opportunity to get a closer look.
"And you are?"
Zhao Chi didn't care who she was. He just pretended to casually lower his head and glance at her legs.
'Confirmed.'
It was the old version of the Ultra-Thin and Super Smooth Silk Stockings.
'The ones I made with my own hands.'
The man next to her looked at Zhao Chi, his eyes filled with a strange, knowing smile.
