The crowd was buzzing with excitement.
There were doubts, questions, and persistent confusions that couldn't be sorted out.
"How did they die?"
"Didn't they use any props?"
"Aqiang brought so many props with him. How could he have died?!"
"Exactly! Even if he died, it shouldn't have happened so quickly!"
Regarding these questions, the man could only weakly shake his head, responding, "The cat was too powerful... too fast, no one could react in time..."
He started coughing quietly as if he was really weak.
A few staff members came forward to maintain order and took the man away for questioning. Finally, the commotion and chaos at the scene gradually subsided.
Bai Youwei watched as the man retreated, a sneer curling her lips. "He's lying."
Yu Yaqing was taken aback upon hearing this. "Why do you say that?"
