Bruce, hiding in the ventilation duct, watched Old Siltec enter the studio in a suit. He noticed that the bodyguards behind him were probably not ordinary trained security personnel. One wore a jacket with a cross hanging from his chest.
Old Siltec had indeed been prepared for the church for a long time, Bruce thought as he peered through the scope. If they had relied on those church people, he might really have escaped this disaster.
Not long after Old Siltec sat down, a commotion came from outside the studio's side door. Just as staff members went over to investigate, a group of protesters charged in.
The three bodyguards Old Siltec had brought were clearly meant to deal with the church. They might have had some skill in the occult, but they had obviously never done normal security work. When so many people rushed in, they froze.
The bodyguards were slow to react, and the crowd of protesters broke through the blockade at the entrance. Ms. Teresa at the front rushed onto the stage, grabbed Old Siltec by the collar, and slammed him to the floor.
Old Siltec was stunned too. He clearly had not expected this. All his preparations had evidently been for an assassination attempt by the church, like he had assumed a stance for tai chi.
Instead, he got a flurry of wild punches.
As the saying went, chaotic fists could beat a master to death. The protesters' anger had been ignited to its limit, there were too many of them, and no one at the scene could stop them. Soon, they all stormed the stage, grabbed Old Siltec, and beat him mercilessly.
Although Ms. Teresa was a woman, there were quite a few strong adult men among the protesters. One burly man swung his fist and