The surrounding martial artists were so frightened that they all retreated, fearing they would be injured by the explosion.
Chaos erupted in front of the clubhouse.
Behind them, Lei Wanjun and Zhu San and the others hurriedly retreated.
Lei Wanjun secretly gave Zhu San a thumbs up, his eyes full of approval.
Zhu San's lips curled into a cruel sneer, as if he could already see the horrific scene of the ghost servants being blown to bits.
On the balcony on the third floor of the clubhouse.
There was another pair of eyes closely watching the situation unfold; it belonged to He Tianqi, the governor of Langya Prefecture.
His son, He Longteng, sat in the lower seat.
The striped tiger was lying at He Tianqi's feet, gnawing on a human thigh with relish. The bloody scene was shocking.
The waiter next to him was so frightened that his face turned ashen and he trembled like a leaf.
So much so that when they poured tea for He Tianqi, the scalding tea overflowed from the teacup and burned He Tianqi's hand.
The waiter was terrified and hurriedly bowed and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency."
He Tianqi took out a tissue, wiped his hands, and patted the tiger's head.
"Ah Hu, he's yours now."
The striped tiger slowly stood up from the ground, licked its blood-stained lips, and strode towards the waiter.
"Ah...no..."
The waiter was terrified and staggered backward. The striped tiger rushed up and bit his throat, blood gushing out. He struggled for a few moments before dying.
The father and son seemed not to have seen this at all.
In their eyes, a waiter's life is no more than that of an ant.
He Longteng looked out the window, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Lei Wanjun has indeed lived up to expectations."
"It seems that the conferment ceremony will not be able to take place today."
What is happening before our eyes was all part of their pre-planned scheme.
Lei Wanjun was also one of He Tianqi's men.
Their aim was simply to sabotage the conferment ceremony.
A knowing smile crept onto He Longteng's lips.
In front of the clubhouse.
"Ghost Servant!"
When Dongfang Sheng saw the ghost servant in danger, his heart jumped into his throat. He rushed forward without hesitation to catch the ghost servant.
However, there was still some distance between him and the ghost servant. By the time he rushed over, the spirit bomb in the other's hand would probably have already exploded.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared, catching the ghost servant with lightning speed, taking the spirit bomb from his hand, and severing the runes that were flashing on its surface.
The rapidly beating spirit bomb, which was about to explode, suddenly fell silent.
The person who arrived was Ye Feng.
Ye Feng put the spirit bomb into his storage ring.
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