Please Restrain Your Divine Powers!

Afternoon.

A little past five.

More and more people gathered at the side entrance of Central Park. Attending guests, leaders, and those holding gala tickets had all been notified to enter through the side gate. Although some had already entered through the main entrance earlier in the morning or afternoon, many leaders had only arrived now. They were leaders, after all—they certainly would not show up early and wait around eagerly. The crowd was therefore fairly concentrated, and the officers hurried to maintain order.

One hundred people...

Two hundred people...

Three hundred people...

Everyone gradually entered the park.

Due to the shortage of personnel, ordinary officials naturally had no one to escort them in. But for higher-ranking city leaders and even provincial officials, Jiaolin County still had to assign people to accompany them to the venue.

"Please show your gala ticket."

"I already spoke to your Secretary Dong in advance."

"And you are?"

"Zhang He."

"So it's Director Zhang. My apologies—please come in."

Some people had already collected their tickets and could enter after showing them. Some leaders had only come today and had not had time to pick up their tickets, but they only needed to give their names. The Jiaolin County staff had everything recorded in their books—what leader from which county or city could bring how many people in, and so on. Everything was clearly listed. Still, there were plenty of tickets this time, so they were not overly rigid about it. If a leader brought one or two extra people, they could hardly refuse them entry. Of course, there were exceptions. Secretary Dong had personally provided one list of reserved tickets, and it was rather special. The names of the leaders and officials on it had been circled in red pen. Some had one ticket reserved for them, while others had two. The staff all understood. There could be no flexibility for officials on Secretary Dong's specially designated list. Brought extra people? Sorry, then the extra people would have to leave. No room for negotiation.

It was differential treatment.

But who told them not to show Jiaolin County any respect back then? We invited you, and you refused to come. So sorry, but everyone knew Secretary Dong was famously vindictive.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

"I'm talking to you! Stop!"

"Lao Wang! Stop him! He doesn't have a ticket!"

There were also people who could not enter the park without tickets and had discovered this small gate. For a while, quite a few of them sneaked over, hoping to slip in without paying.

Another bout of chaos broke out.

More than a dozen ticketless people were escorted out by the staff and officers.

Those people were still unwilling to give up. They stood outside glaring, clearly waiting for another chance to get in.

Dozens of people watched them like tigers eyeing prey, ready to sneak in without tickets at any moment. The staff suddenly found themselves under tremendous pressure and had to keep an eye on them at all times. The workload was truly no small matter. For a moment, everyone could not help looking toward the main gate in the distance. Even this small park gate that had never been opened before had been found, and just a few dozen people had exhausted them. Let alone Secretary Dong's side. Secretary Dong was facing more than ten thousand people over there. Counting the new arrivals, there might be close to twenty thousand by now!

Just thinking about that densely packed crowd made their heads spin!

Could Secretary Dong handle it alone? Could he really stop so many people?

Secretary Dong might be incredibly strong, but he was still flesh and blood. He could get tired too. More than half an hour had passed since the crowd began charging the gate, and no one knew whether Secretary Dong could keep holding on. Everyone felt uneasy. If Secretary Dong failed to stop them and something happened—whether a stampede or widespread crushing congestion—it would indirectly prevent the gala from proceeding smoothly. Then all their work now, and all the effort they had put in over the past few days, would have been wasted!

Zhang Dongfang had already taken the investors to their seats for the gala.

Chang Lin was in charge over here, and he was also deeply worried, frequently looking into the distance.

However, the worries of many people seemed unnecessary, because they simply did not understand Dong Xuebin's true combat prowess.

At the gate.

The atmosphere now was something no one absent could possibly imagine.

More than a dozen cigarette butts had already piled up at Dong Xuebin's feet. Yet he remained in the exact same posture as before, without the slightest change—one hand gripping the gate, the other holding a cigarette.

The ten to twenty thousand people opposite the gate were not as others had imagined either. Charging? Shoving? None of that could be seen now. Almost everyone wore expressions of terror and astonishment, staring blankly at Dong Xuebin behind the iron gate, panting so hard that they could not speak!

The remaining Jiaolin County staff were the same. For the past half hour, they had not stopped drawing in sharp breaths. Gasp after gasp filled their lungs as they were once again stunned by Secretary Dong's combat prowess and stamina. The crowd might seem quiet now, but the scene ten-odd minutes earlier had absolutely not been like this. They had relentlessly rammed the gate again and again, their momentum ferocious, filled with anger and fury.

Once...

Five times...

Ten times...

In the end, someone had even started shouting slogans. "Everyone, concentrate your strength! This won't work! Listen to me and push together! One, two, three! One, two, three! One, two, three!"

Bang!

Bang!

Another wave of impact.

But Dong Xuebin did not even move. He still held the iron gate like that, no longer even looking at them. Instead, he was thinking, considering what magic trick he should perform that evening.

One person!

One hand!

Ten to twenty thousand people could not even make him budge! He had actually stopped them all by himself outside the gate! They had no way around him at all!

Holy shit!

What kind of person was this?

Gradually, more and more people stopped!

One hundred... one thousand... ten thousand... nobody moved anymore!

Why? Because there was no point! Even an idiot could see it now—facing a godlike freak like this, there was no way they could rush in! No matter how many times they charged, it would be useless!

"Fuck!"

"Did we run into a ghost or something?!"

"We ran into a Ruthless Person today!"

"Well, at least this trip wasn't for nothing!"

"I'm convinced. Completely convinced!"

"How can someone like this even exist?! Is he still human?!"

"I think we should all leave. Stop wasting time here."

"Yeah, didn't you see? He hasn't even used his full strength—he's only using one hand."

Everyone gave up, and more than half of them slunk away in defeat.

Many onlookers and passersby were still stunned by Dong Xuebin's astonishing Arm Strength, staring at him with wide, vacant eyes. Half the crowd had already left, and no one remained near the barred gate; they had all retreated far away. Yet Dong Xuebin still did not move, continuing to grip the gate and stand guard there.

A lot of people were practically in tears. All they wanted was to shout at Dong Xuebin, "Everyone's gone! Great Sage! Please withdraw your divine powers!"