Now that the concert had begun, the venue gates had been closed.
Security Guards stood watch around the venue, carrying out their duties with meticulous care.
Yet the vast plaza outside the concert venue was not empty.
A large number of fans had gathered there, making the plaza exceptionally lively.
"Miss Sylvia's concert is right in front of us, but we can't get in..."
"What a shame..."
"Why didn't we manage to get tickets?"
The fans who had failed to get tickets could only wander around nearby in extreme reluctance.
Although they could not enter the venue, countless stalls selling Sylvia merchandise had been set up here, still drawing considerable crowds.
Moreover, enormous screens on the buildings surrounding the venue were lit up, broadcasting the concert live.
Fans gathered in front of those buildings, watching Sylvia sing her heart out onstage, breathtakingly moving and incomparably beautiful. Cheers and applause erupted from time to time, and the atmosphere was hardly any different from inside the venue.
No one knew.
Danger was slowly approaching.
A series of extremely hurried footsteps echoed through an alley some distance from the venue.
Several hundred figures rushed through, advancing toward the concert venue.
They were soldiers dressed in dark gray armored uniforms.
Every soldier wore a mask, and their equipment consisted entirely of standardized gear. Each of them looked exactly alike, with no distinguishing features whatsoever.
These soldiers did not exchange a single word either, swiftly passing through alley after alley with agile movements.
At a certain moment, all the soldiers stopped.
A figure who appeared to be the commander made a hand signal.
After that signal, the force of several hundred men split into four directions in an orderly manner, circling through the alleys before converging toward the same location.
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