The lights went out.
Many people exclaimed... On a day like the Freedom Ball, Deep Sea was supposed to take full control of the hall, so how could a power outage occur?
The drawing room was pitch black.
"Sssss..."
There was nothing but static on the private channel.
But the connection was not yet severed.
The hall descended into chaos, yet the old man sitting in the concert hall remained calm and composed, sitting in the darkness, silently listening to the boisterous noise coming from behind, unaffected.
Mr. Shu slowly said over the private channel, "There's quite a commotion, but I bet he won't make his move now. That would be too uncreative... Nan Jin, take care of the first floor's drawing room and watch out for an attack from the Believer. Gu Shen... you inspect the second floor, don't let any suspicious individuals in."
"Roger."
"Roger."
