A man clad in a black suit alighted from the helicopter and muttered, “I see many familiar faces.”

These people were agents from the Player Associations of many countries around the world as well as reporters from global media outlets.

— ♬♩

A jingle echoed from the man’s Vita, and he promptly answered the call.

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“Have you arrived? In that case, can you tell me what he meant by cleaning up the mess?”

“Well… I think I understand what he meant,” said the man. He was the agent of the Egyptian Player Association. He looked perplexed as he stared at the scene in front of him.

The man was currently in the Sahara on the African continent, but…

‘I have no idea what to say.’

This wasn’t the man’s first time visiting the Sahara, but this was his first time stumbling upon such a scene.

“Mr. President. Do you happen to like winter?”

— What? What does that mean?

“Well… winter has come to the desert.”

The vast desert was frozen, creating an exotic scenery that couldn’t be seen anywhere in the world. The ice on the surface of the desert wasn’t melting at all despite the scorching sun overhead.

— Goodness…!

The President of the Egyptian Player Association finally understood what that man meant by cleaning up the mess.

***

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