Several reporters, who had been eagerly filming earlier, were now gagging uncontrollably, their cameras still running as they stumbled away. One cameraman bent over and vomited directly on his equipment.
And yet—
The broadcast continued.
Across countless screens, viewers watched in disbelief as the prestigious banquet turned into an absolute disaster.
Some switched off their televisions immediately.
Others, unable to process what they were seeing, simply stared blankly.
Back inside the hall, the crowd had completely lost control.
People pushed, collided, stumbled—desperately trying to escape.
Within seconds, the once luxurious venue had turned into a battlefield of dignity and survival.
At the edges of the chaos—
Su Mo and Yang Qingxi had already retreated.
They stood near the exit, completely untouched, watching the scene with vastly different expressions.
Yang Qingxi's face was stiff.
Su Mo… was smiling.
"…We should go," she said finally.
