"Who?"
Li Bai turned his gaze and swept it sharply across the audience.
No one dared cause trouble right under his nose.
Old Grandmaster He couldn't make out what Li Bai was holding from so far away, but he slowly stood up. With age came experience, and he had a vague idea of what was going on.
When Li Bai disappeared from beside him, Old Grandmaster He hadn't noticed a thing. It was only a second later that a gust of wind swept through the neighboring seats, as if the air nearby had hurried to fill the space Li Bai had left behind.
Seeing the few fine needles in Li Bai's hand, Xiao Wei swallowed with difficulty. They were definitely no prank of Li Bai's. Someone had tried to attack her and her senior sister underhandedly. Damn it, getting pricked by one of those would be no joke.
"What's wrong, junior sister?"
Zheng Yu'er was still excited, savoring the moment, and hadn't realized what was happening.
"Don't say a word!"
Xiao Wei hurriedly pulled Little Yu'er behind Li Bai.
At a time like this, putting the taller person in front was the wisest choice.
The host didn't recognize Li Bai. Holding the microphone, he asked from the sidelines in confusion, "Uh! And you are...?"
"Someone used a hidden weapon! If you've got any guts, step forward! I promise I won't kill you!"
Li Bai's gaze was cold as he scanned the audience.
He hadn't expected the infighting at this year's Chinese Martial Arts Conference to be so vicious. Someone had dared to target a woman and a child.
He meant that promise. If he said he wouldn't kill the culprit, then he wouldn't—he still had to leave the man alive for the police!
The man would be scrubbing his backside