I Don't Like People Standing When They Talk to Me. Kneel.

"Black King!! He's the real Black King!!" someone in the crowd screamed.

Wearing a Black Mask did not make someone the Black King. Quite a few clever people had guessed that Bai Ye was an impostor causing trouble, but when the miracle descended, everyone realized it—the Black King... had truly come!

"Ah! Run!"

"I don't want to die! Let me out!"

The crowd surged toward the entrance. Many were shoved to the ground as they fled in blind panic, wishing their parents had given them a few more legs.

Some fearless reporters were also snapping photos like mad. They knew full well that what happened today would become shocking news across North Mang, and every photo could sell for an astronomical price!

Bai Ye ignored them. Qin Songting was his only target.

When those indifferent eyes fell upon the podium, Qin Songting felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar. Clearly, he was the one with more people on his side. Clearly, so many powerful experts were protecting him. Yet he could not feel the slightest bit safe.

"Get the chairman out of here!"

Ghost Horse instantly turned into a blur, seeming to teleport to Qin Songting's side. "Chairman, forgive me."

With that, Ghost Horse moved to hoist Qin Songting up and flee.

Bai Ye said unhurriedly, "Qin Songting cannot leave."

Ghost Horse ignored him. If he did whatever the Black King said, he would truly be an idiot.

But just as he prepared to lift Qin Songting, something strange happened again.

Huh? He could not lift him?

Ghost Horse froze. With his strength, how could he possibly fail to move a centenarian?

He exerted himself again, but Qin Songting's feet seemed glued to the podium, utterly unmoving.

"Ghost Horse! What the hell are you doing?! Move!!" Qin