"Huh...?"
The Celestial Dragon felt as though a sledgehammer had struck his brain. His vision went black, and he toppled stiffly off the slave's back!
"Thud!"
The glass helmet he used to keep out the air breathed by commoners shattered on the spot from the heavy fall!
The entire street fell into an eerie silence.
Neither the people kneeling on the ground nor the medical staff knew what had happened.
All they saw was the tyrannical Celestial Dragon somehow trip on flat ground and knock himself unconscious?!
The older doctor reacted first, immediately beckoning his companions to carry the stretcher and flee toward the hospital as fast as they could.
"S-Saint Charlos!!!"
"My lord! My lord, what's wrong?!"
After their initial shock, the World Government bodyguards responsible for protecting the Celestial Dragon let out terrified screams!
They rushed forward in a fluster, trying to help their unconscious master up while scanning their surroundings warily, searching for the brazen culprit.
"Who was it?! Who did this?!"
"Who dares disrespect a Celestial Dragon!"
Yet no matter how they searched, they could find no suspicious culprit at all.
As far as they could tell, Saint Charlos seemed to have tripped himself and knocked himself out with the fall.
The absurd sight left these well-trained bodyguards utterly bewildered.
Among the crowd, Robin watched the comical, satisfying scene, a knowing smile flickering in her beautiful eyes.
She instinctively glanced at the black-haired man beside her, whose expression was calm, as though none of this had anything to do with him.
Although Ye Chuan had made no move from beginning to end, Robin knew very well that the invisible impact that had instantly knocked the Celestial Dragon unconscious must have been his doing.
Ye Chuan ignored the government bodyguards milling about in confusion. He merely exchanged