The old man's face went completely pale. "You... what do you mean?"
Lin Bei tucked the token back into his clothes and brushed the dust from his collar. "Exactly what it says."
He stepped forward.
The crowd automatically parted to make way. No one dared stand in his path.
The old man froze for a moment before suddenly gritting his teeth and roaring, "Stop him! No matter how strong he is, he's only one person, and there are so many of us—"
Before he could finish.
Lin Bei turned back.
The instant his gaze landed on the old man's face, the old man felt as though an invisible hand had seized his heart.
It was not an illusion.
It really had seized it.
He lowered his head and saw the fabric over his chest cave inward, as though some unseen force had pressed down on it. "Ugh..."
He let out a muffled groan, his knees gave way, and he dropped to the ground.
Before the people around him could react, they too began bending over one after another.
Some braced themselves with both hands against the ground. Some fell flat on their faces. Others were crushed completely against the ground, their faces pressed intimately against the rough stone slabs.
It was as if an invisible mountain had descended from above.
Lin Bei stood in the middle of the crowd and looked around. "I told you, I'm not in the mood to waste time."
He lifted his foot, stepped over a patch of rubble, and headed deeper into the alley.
Behind him, dozens of people lay sprawled on the ground, unable even to raise their heads.
His footsteps grew more distant.
Until they disappeared completely.
The old man still had one hand braced against the ground, his whole body trembling.
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