The entire room fell deathly silent. Even the servants and maidservants carrying trays looked over in horror.
Alda's slap had not been especially forceful, but neither had it been light. His strength was what it was. When that slender, delicate figure rushed before him, Alda acted on instinct—he grabbed her by the neck and sent a slap across her face. It was a truly heavy blow.
Half the young girl's face swelled at a visible rate, nearly twisting out of shape.
With a clang, a silver dining fork dropped from the girl's sleeve. The eyes of the many noble lords and ladies in the hall twitched as they all looked toward that coldly gleaming fork. An inconceivably strange thought suddenly filled everyone's minds—if the esteemed Dragon Mountain Count had not seized this girl by the throat and slapped her senseless, would that fork have been driven into some part of the Dragon Mountain Count's body?
Lin Qi's expression abruptly turned incomparably grim. He shouted sharply, "Guards! Seize the assassin!"
Lin Qi's voice was deep and penetrating. Heavy, orderly footsteps immediately rang out in the distance as a large contingent of Longshan Family guards charged toward the banquet hall in neat formation. At the same time, large numbers of armored guards sprang from the shadows of the surrounding trees. These Goldshell Family guards faithfully held their posts, swiftly forming a neat line to block the Longshan Family guards.
But the guards Lin Qi had brought this time were led by the brothers Day and Night, with Barrel, that brutal fellow, as their support. All three were the sort with either blank minds or one-track brains, utterly obedient to Lin Qi's every command.
At Lin Qi's shout, Day and Night each slapped the welcoming twin beauties at the Goldshell Family gate across