"Has it finally arrived?"
The Big Handsome Guy up straight, abandoning his usual lazy demeanor.
Although the venue was plunged into darkness, for Advanced Martial Artist, seeing in the dark was already a basic skill.
He looked around, not missing a single corner.
Unfortunately, no abnormalities were found.
Was it really just an accident?
The city lord explained to the alien Troupe Leader beside him, "It's probably due to aging wiring; it should be restored soon."
The Troupe Leader nodded. "After all, they are a lower race, so it's normal for their infrastructure to be underdeveloped. I completely understand."
The city lord looked utterly embarrassed.
He cursed the electrical engineer in charge of tonight's site in his mind.
The Big Handsome Guy scoffed, "Since the Maka Race is so noble, why do they bother to pry into the world of our inferior race?"
The Troupe Leader's smug expression froze. "Of course we're doing this for your own good."
"Without the protection of our Maka Race, how could your Human Race possibly have a place in the Abyss?"
"And how can it develop the World Will?"
The Big Handsome Guy retorted sharply, "Since that's the case, then you won't need to trouble yourselves this time. Please leave tomorrow."
The alien Troupe Leader's face was terrifyingly grim.
The city lord quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
" Human Race and the Maka Race have cooperated for so many years, we're practically family, why are we speaking like that?"
The city lord offered a way out, and the alien Troupe Leader readily accepted.
"Speaking of which, we are actually related by blood."
"How is your younger sister doing these days?"
The Big Handsome Guy crossed his arms, looked at the stage, and said in a deep voice, "She's fine, no need for you to worry."
The alien Troupe Leader smiled enigmatically, "He truly is a person of misfortune, surrounded by all sorts of bad luck since the day he was born."
"Or rather, her birth was a mistake."
A powerful aura erupted from the Big Handsome Guy's body.
The alien Troupe Leader slammed his right hand on the armrest of the chair, releasing the aura of Advanced Martial Artist.
The two forces clashed, locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to back down.
The city lord of Jiang City, caught in the middle, was in deep trouble.
He felt like a lone boat adrift on a turbulent sea, in danger of capsizing at any moment.
"Have you two considered that I'm just a Intermediate Martial Artist? I can't take this kind of abuse from you!"
The city lord cursed under his breath, cold sweat pouring down his back.
Click--
A crack suddenly appeared in the chair beneath the alien Troupe Leader's buttocks.
Then, with a loud "bang," the chair turned to dust.
The Troupe Leader remained seated, his face extremely grim.
He lost this round of covert confrontation.
Both of them simultaneously withdrew their oppressive aura.
The Big Handsome Guy's lips curled up slightly.
"Someone, quickly get the noble Maka Race Troupe Leader a new chair."
The city lord wiped the sweat from his brow and yelled at the staff behind him.
Where have the electrical engineers gone?
"What the hell are you doing? It's been so long and the power still hasn't been restored?"
"If the power system isn't restored in the last five minutes, you'll have to answer to me with your head."
The assistant behind him nodded obsequiously and hurriedly went to relay the instructions in the dark.
"Hello? Hello?"
A deep male voice suddenly rang out from the speakers.
Sizzle--
Immediately following was a high-decibel, ear-piercing electric shock.
Caught completely off guard, everyone's heads buzzed.
"I'll knock!"
The person speaking into the microphone was clearly startled.
Sorry, there was a slight mistake on my first attempt.
"Hey, hey, hey, you should be able to hear me now, right?"
The city lord frowned.
What exactly is going on behind the scenes?
He was seething with anger inside.
He has made up his mind.
Once the banquet is over, he's determined to wring the head off the person in charge of tonight's event.
The Big Handsome Guy frowned slightly; he sensed something unusual.
"The host forgot to turn off the gas at home and came home."
"I will host the rest of the program."
The scene was completely dark, with only sound coming from the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"Next, please enjoy the stage play, ' The Demons Dance Wildly '."
"Performers: Hater Circus."
"Please give a warm round of applause to welcome our Little Black as they make their dazzling entrance!"
"Show time!"
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! --
The stirring music instantly ignited the entire venue.
The Big Handsome Guy raised an eyebrow and immediately issued the order through his earpiece.
"Target identified. All personnel proceed according to plan."
The Big Handsome Guy stern.
These Little Black actually dared to come.
That's absolutely outrageous!
Today, he is determined to wipe out all these Little Black.
The alien Troupe Leader became interested.
As a diplomat from the Maka Race, he had witnessed countless welcoming performances.
But this was the first time he had ever seen such a strange performance as tonight.
It's all so mysterious, it seems kind of interesting.
Swish--
Beams of light shone down from the ceiling.
More than a dozen men wearing beast masks descended rapidly from the pillar of light along ropes.
At this moment, the city lord finally realized that something was wrong.
What about security?
"Take down all of them!"
Upon receiving the city lord's order, the more than forty martial arts guards waiting inside immediately rushed towards the stage.
At that moment, the host's voice came through the speakers again.
"Act One: Art is Patrick Star!"
Boom boom boom boom--
Almost the instant the host's voice fell, the thirteen beast masks on the stage exploded one after another.
The security guards who rushed onto the stage to apprehend the Little Black were caught completely off guard and were thrown into a daze by the explosion.
Several guys who rushed to the front, trying to claim the first-class merit, were even blasted dozens of meters away.
Its body is embedded in the wall, transforming from three-dimensional to two-dimensional; it might be impossible to pry it out.
slap slap slap--
The nine representatives of the Maka Race, including the head of the Troupe Leader, applauded enthusiastically.
The Maka Race are known as a fighting nation, and they love this kind of Blood Boiling performance.
The alien Troupe Leader repeatedly praised, "Art, truly art!"
"How was that self-destruct effect achieved?"
"It looks exactly like the real thing."
The city lord standing to the side couldn't help but roll his eyes.
How could you possibly ask such a question?
How am I supposed to answer that?
The city lord was a little confused.
The scene of more than ten people simultaneously self-destructing in front of you is truly shocking.
He couldn't understand where these lunatics had come from.
What are they trying to do?
A group of mediocre martial artists self-destructing; did they really think they could harm foreign guests?
They can only threaten Low-Level Martial Artist.
The scene after the explosion was a complete mess.
The already dark venue became even more smoky and filled with dust.
The only Advanced Martial Artist present were the Big Handsome Guy and the alien Troupe Leader.
The lights are off again, and no one else can see anything except them.
Taking advantage of the chaos, another group of guys wearing beast masks rushed out from backstage, shouting incoherent slogans.
"Onboard--"
For the Horde!
" Debiao, get out here!"
It's Wang Biao!
"Oh, Wang Debiao, get out here and face your death!"
"..."