Amy Mei collapsed to the ground, and a pool of blood spread across the stage.
The area below the stage fell deathly silent.
Shen Qingzhu dodged the hail of bullets overhead and looked down, only relaxing slightly after confirming that Amy Mei had become a corpse.
The gunman guard emptied both magazines, then ejected and reloaded two fresh ones at astonishing speed. The gap took less than a second, but in that fleeting instant, Shen Qingzhu beat his wings and flashed above him.
As one hand pressed onto the gunman guard's head, the latter's health bar was instantly emptied, and he collapsed helplessly beneath the stage.
But at that moment, Yurina Takishiro frowned...
"Mei Mei!!!"
"Amy Mei!!! What happened to you, Mei Mei?!"
"AAAAAHHH!!!"
"..."
After a brief silence, the audience below the stage began screaming like mad. Their features twisted grotesquely, their eyes bloodshot, as if it had not been a beautiful idol who had died, but the most indispensable family member in their lives.
The screams of tens of thousands converged, drowning out even the gunfire from the battle between the guards and Shen Qingzhu, making Lin Qiye's eardrums ache.
"Damn it! Have these fans gone insane?!"
Shen Qingzhu looked down at the frenzied fans. They had begun clawing at their own necks and chests with their fingernails, their eyes filled with anxiety and unease as they hysterically called Amy Mei's name.
"Mei Mei, come back!"
"Mei Mei, come back!!"
"Mei Mei, come back!!!"
The shrill howls gradually fell into sync. Tens of thousands of fans began calling the same name in the same rhythm. Shen Qingzhu frowned and was about to take the opportunity to deal with the gunman guard below when his gaze swept across a spot on the stage, and his pupils suddenly contracted!
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