In the short time between the second-floor lobby,
the screams of women, the exclaimed voices of men, the sound of tables and chairs toppling, and the shattering of teacups on the ground... all blended together, turning the entire lobby into chaos, like a beehive that had been bombed!
The dignitaries, who were previously well-dressed and graceful with wine glasses in hand, now wore panicked expressions, each rushing to the corner in confusion. Half of them even scrambled under tables trembling, while a small number squatted or lay on the floor!
Compared to normal poverty-stricken citizens, these wealthy dignitaries were evidently more afraid of death. Faced with just one black-clad ghost-faced man, not a single one of these men even thought about confronting him! Even the officers around Wei Hong appeared flustered, retreating step by step, yet none dared to make any small moves, much less draw their guns in front of the black-clad ghost-faced man!
