Gu Yan's smile was naturally full of charm—the kind of smile a celebrity would wear in public. That was how it seemed to me as an onlooker. But the fat man appeared to have been struck by something, and his blood suddenly began to boil.
I could clearly feel the blood surging through his body. His heartbeat and breathing both went awry.
This wasn't a psychological effect, nor was it the kind of reaction someone would have simply from being inspired.
What had Gu Yan done to this man? She had altered his consciousness and directly stimulated his body. In scientific terms, the man's brain and other organs, as well as all the muscles in his body, had been stimulated at the same time.
The strongest proof was that, despite knowing Gu Yan was dead, the man showed no surprise at seeing her suddenly appear.
I wondered whether the man had encountered Gu Yan before, but his memories told me he hadn't. The closest he'd ever come to her was at a small fan meeting three years ago, before Gu Yan had become famous. Even then, he had only sat in the audience, more than ten meters away from her.
The man sprang to his feet, shouted, and charged at the other two.
They weren't trained fighters, either, and they weren't particularly muscular. Earlier, they'd only managed to knock the fat man down twice because they outnumbered him and he had no technique.
Now that he was attacking them again, they were probably furious. They stopped simply shoving him away and began punching him instead.
The three of them grappled, tumbled to the ground, and continued their chaotic brawl.
The passersby around them began screaming and hurried to get out of the way. Some pulled out their phones to call