In the second-floor hall, within an extremely short time,
women's screams, men's cries of alarm, the crashing of tables and chairs, and the shattering of teacups and plates beneath trampling feet rang out.
All kinds of sounds mixed together, throwing the entire hall into chaos, as if a hornet's nest had been blown apart!
Those dignitaries who had previously been impeccably dressed, beaming with delight, and raising cups in cheerful toasts were now all pale with panic. They stumbled toward the corners in disarray. Half of them, terrified out of their wits, even crawled beneath the tables and trembled, while another small portion simply squatted or sprawled on the floor!
Compared with ordinary poor folk, these wealthy and high-ranking dignitaries clearly cherished their lives even more. Faced with a single black-clothed, ghost-faced man, not one man intended to rush forward! Even the officers beside Wei Hong were somewhat panicked, retreating step by step. Yet none of them dared make any small move, much less draw a gun in front of this black-clothed, ghost-faced man!
Among the many dignitaries, only Ding Ye, standing behind Wei Hong, remained calm! This Deputy Training Officer, who had trained thousands of elite soldiers under his command, bent slightly at the waist, arched his back, and reached his right hand toward the pistol at his waist.
This black-clothed, ghost-faced man was naturally Lin Xuankong. That outfit was the very one he had worn when he had appeared at the Fishing Pavilion by the Qing River!
Lin Xuankong had clearly noticed Ding Ye's small movement. A faint smile appeared behind his mask, and appreciation filled his eyes. Ding Ye was moving under Wei Hong's cover; if Lin Xuankong's gaze had not been sharp as a torch and his senses so extraordinary, he would never have noticed that