The instant the gunshot sounded.
At the very end of the bodyguard formation, Tong Shan, wearing sunglasses, sighed and flicked his finger. The steel nail that had just left the barrel immediately lost its target and veered up into the sky.
The attacker shouted and roared, pulling the trigger again.
Still, it was all in vain.
After firing two steel-nail rounds, he stared through the dissipating smoke at the completely unscathed Xu Chao Xian. He froze for a moment, then instinctively swung up the hammer-like modified firearm in his hand and charged toward the podium.
Unfortunately, he had no more chances.
No, he had never had a chance from the beginning.
Security and bodyguards at the edge of the venue had already pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. Under layers of restraint, the attacker's mask slipped off, revealing scars as though corroded by acid—ugly and pathetic.
He forced his head up, glaring at Xu Chao Xian, who stood protected amid his subordinates, his eyes bloodshot.
Again and again, he roared and struggled.
"Lackeys!!"
He snarled hoarsely, as if weeping blood. "You bunch of lackeys!!! Xu Chao Xian, sooner or later you'll die without a burial place! You fucking—"
His mouth was gagged.
Drag him away.
Tong Shan's eyelid twitched as he lowered his gaze.
Silent sigh.
Lackeys, huh...
Inside the venue, the brief commotion soon came to an end. It seemed this was far from the first time such a thing had happened; from Xu Chao Xian to his subordinates, none of them found it unusual.
"It seems our friends on site are indeed a little overly enthusiastic. Sports should not be directed at the audience, after all, or you'll be sent off..."
The Governor, whose hair had not been disturbed in the slightest, remained standing at the