The Military Governor's gaze gradually froze. The guards around him twitched in the face as they repeatedly sized up the three men, unable to decide which one they ought to focus their defenses on.
The move Duan Shuliu had displayed earlier was already strange enough. They had no idea how those two foreign boxing champions had been struck; one fall, and they could not get back up.
If he so much as touched the Military Governor, the Governor would likely be knocked flat as well.
Yet such a method was merely the weakest among the three?
Looking at Huo Yuanhong and the others sitting motionlessly, everyone in the reception room—whether the powerful Military Governor, the battle-hardened bodyguards who had seen blood, or the armed guards—felt the room was terrifyingly quiet, so quiet they could almost hear their own hearts pounding.
Especially the personal bodyguards who had crawled out of piles of corpses and crossed the gates of hell more than once. Their instincts were far too sharp. Standing beside the Military Governor, they did not dare move at all, nor did they dare rashly reach for the Western Firearms at their waists.
Their instincts told them that the moment they moved and shattered the deadlock in the room, they would die.
Perhaps every one of them would be buried here.
In an atmosphere that nearly suffocated them, time seemed to slow to an unimaginable crawl. Even a blink felt as long as several hours.
No one knew how long it had been. It seemed like only a few breaths had passed, yet it also felt as though half a day had gone by.
Finally...
"Military Governor, us martial brothers have some matters to attend to, so we won't stay any longer. If there is anything else, you may contact us