Chapter - 330
Rick didn't hesitate. He dropped the venison.
"DROP THE ACT!" Rick roared, his voice amplified by the Kitchen Tyrant skill. "EVERYONE DOWN!"
The kitchen staff, conditioned by hours of his abuse, hit the floor instantly.
Rick vaulted over the pass. He ran to the service door leading to the ballroom. It was sealed tight. Reinforced steel.
"System!" Rick yelled. "Give me a breaching charge!"
[Inventory: C4 (10kg)]
He slapped a brick of C4 onto the door hinges. "Fire in the hole!"
BOOM!
The door blew inward, twisting off its frame. Rick sprinted through the smoke, into the service corridor, and burst into the Grand Ballroom.
It was chaos.
The Sleepy Hollow gas hadn't deployed yet—the ice swan was still holding its integrity by a thread—but the panic was real. The billionaires were scrambling, overturning tables.
Silas Warner stood calmly at the head table, surrounded by his four Elite Guards. He looked at Rick as he burst in.
