[Disaster Arrival Countdown: 13 minutes 14 seconds]
Zhao Mou glanced at the system prompt and bound the horrified wealthy merchants at the banquet even more tightly.
The moment the half of their souls that River Witch had taken from the opera-stage world returned, the deducers all sensed it. That vague feeling of being bound and constrained had disappeared.
Combined with the updated mission and the countdown, those who had been prepared sprang into the second phase of their operation at once.
Wearing Madam Xue's face, Zhao Mou suddenly struck. Before the guests could react, he and Ren Yi dragged every merchant with an invitation off their seat. The bloody words created by Ren Yi's talent skill became an invisible cage, leaving the merchants sprawled across the floor, wailing without a shred of dignity.
Someone in the crowd cried out, "Madam Xue, Qian San, what do you think you're doing?!"
Madam Xue held a high position in Master of Ten Thousand's organization. Aside from Steward Feng, Er Hong, and a handful of others who knew something was off about her, the rest had to obey her whenever they saw her. So the other members of the organization dining at Feng Manor couldn't tell why Madam Xue had suddenly turned on the wealthy merchants and exposed herself in front of them. They rose to their feet, bewildered and uncertain, but stayed where they were.
Perhaps this was the Master's plan?
But the paper servants lurking in the shadows lunged at Zhao Mou. Steward Feng's hoarse voice came from nowhere, sending a chill through the air. "You useless fools! Kill this traitor, quickly!"
Some of the people snapped to attention and obeyed at once. The others remained doubtful, turning to look at the "Master of Ten Thousand" still seated at the