Ye Chen had not entered the banquet hall. Saint Jalmack had not been allowed to attend the banquet, either. As a Celestial Dragon noble, he was someone Little Zhuge could not risk losing.
The banquet hall was on the third floor. Saint Jalmack and the others had been ordered to remain on the first. Dragon Mansion guards packed the stairway leading upstairs, every one of them alert, with a forbidding look in his eyes.
Tough Guy Bond and Demon Gerald led the guards. The soundproofing upstairs was good, but the commotion was so fierce that the whole building shook, as though Dragon Mansion might collapse at any moment. Everyone in the first-floor hall looked tense and uneasy.
Before long, Lace came over. "All right. If you have no business here, you can leave for now. That way, you won't get caught up in this."
At his words, several of the more timid guests immediately bolted for the Main Gate.
Ye Chen chuckled and flicked his fingers several times. Streaks of white light shot from his fingertips, and the fleeing guests collapsed into pools of blood one after another. Most of them were Celestial Dragons. Everyone froze at the sudden sight, and Lace shouted, "Who did that?"
"I did!"
Ye Chen was about to step forward when Koala emerged from the crowd. Nine others followed her—three women and six men, all elite fighters sent by the Revolutionary Army.
Koala glanced back at Ye Chen and gave him a grateful wink. Then she sprang lightly toward Lace. Before he could react, her palm struck his chest. "Fish-Man Kong Karate: Three Thousand Brick Fist!"
Lace's face turned red, then white, then blue, then purple. His insides churned, and he felt as though his body were about to burst. He held on for a