"I'm talking nonsense, you will all know soon enough…" As An Xin was trying to say something more, three or four security guards had already rushed up, lifted him by the limbs, and carried him out.
It was only after watching this madman being subdued and taken away that everyone was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Yan Yi turned around to look at her father, Yan Wenzheng, who was still sitting on the stretcher, and asked with concern, "Father, do you feel anything amiss? Just now, that man said…"
"Don't worry, I'm feeling much better now," Yan Wenzheng reassured his daughter. Seeing that many people around were watching, he even decided to stand up to give everyone a clear signal that he was alright.
But clearly, he had overestimated his own condition and underestimated the madman's preparation to drag him down with him in his final moments.
