In the sound of slaps that ignited the atmosphere of the arena, the nobleman's cough was completely drowned out, and no one except the surrounding companions heard it.
But the movement of his falling to the ground, his flushed face, his distorted expression due to pain, his eyes that were about to bulge out, his body bent with all his might, and the water glass that broke into pieces from the palm of his hand made everyone in the box unable to ignore it. .
At this moment, Long Yuehong seemed to have seen a tragic scene, a tragic tragic death due to trivial matters and accidents.
This cast a shadow over the hearts of all witnesses.
Jiang Baimian was about to go to the rescue subconsciously, but her buttocks just got off the chair and froze again.
Immediately afterwards, she held Shang Jianyao's arm, signaling him not to worry.
At the same time, she turned her attention to the booth where General Phokas was.
The lion-like general stared intently at the nobleman who had entered a state of suffocation. He was not in a hurry, not flustered, not impulsive, just watching it quietly, as if he was enjoying a drama.
After a few seconds, he seemed to figure out what happened, and said to the guard next to him:
"Look outside."
He had absolutely no intention of sending subordinates with more experience in first aid to rescue the nobleman.
The rest of the nobles in the box, because of their distance, either looked at them with doubts, or led their servants to help.
One of the two goals of the "Old Tune Group", Ole's grandson Marcus and the nobleman were not too familiar with him, so he just took his eyes away from the arena and glanced at the other party whose face was beginning to turn blue.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.
But this smile didn't seem to be directed at the unfortunate nobleman who choked him to death.
Jiang Baimian withdrew his gaze suspiciously, and, like Shang Jianyao, followed the gaze of General Phokas's guards and looked around the noble box.
The situation of the arena that had been observed before came into their eyes again:
The auditorium surrounds the venue below, piled high layer by layer, with different aisles set aside in different rows, and except for the aristocratic box, the rest of the seats are open-air, with special handrails for slapping.
In each area, a sign was erected, and at the top of the sign was a huge mirror that could look at people.
So many mirrors reflect sunlight and complement the bulletproof curtain wall of the noble box.
Jiang Baimian didn't know if this was the folk custom of "First City", after all, she had never heard of it before.
With a glance, she and Shang Jianyao saw several security personnel walking from the entrance to the aisle, as if to maintain order in this overly warm atmosphere.
They quickly walked to a place more than 20 meters away from the noble box, and motioned for a spectator to come with them.
"Why?" the audience member asked aloud.
He looked like a man from the Ice Plains, or maybe a Yargai from the Red River race. He was over 1.9 meters tall, blond, blue-eyed, and burly.
At this time, he was angry.
The leader of the security guards said coldly:
"This is our power, and there is a case that requires your assistance in investigating.
"Don't worry, it won't delay you watching the game, if you have no problem."
While speaking, he and his subordinates raised the submachine guns in their hands.
The spectator muttered:
"You'd better find something wrong."
He stopped resisting, left his seat, and walked slowly to the aisle.
Seeing the security guards surrounding him, he suddenly opened his legs and ran outside.
There is no sign of this.
The security personnel were caught off guard and rushed over by him, so they had to turn around quickly and try to catch up.
But in the process of turning around, the whole person seemed to degenerate into a child who just learned to walk, unable to grasp that balance.
thump! thump! thump!
Without confrontation or interference, the security guards fell onto the steps of the corridor by themselves, and they fell into the stars.
If it wasn't for their submachine guns being slung on their bodies, they would definitely lose their weapons in this fall.
"Awakened"... The nobleman was suffocating just now and was close to death. He also did it? This distance should still be at the "Sea of Origin" level... How did they target the murderer? Jiang Baimian moved in his heart, turned around, and glanced at the victim again.
The noble fell to the ground, surrounded by several companions, and was receiving first aid from another noble.
Around him, the spilled water soaked on the floor, supporting the pieces of the white cup.
Jiang Baimian quickly turned his attention to the Awakened who fled.
This guy's body is very strong and the speed is extremely fast. In two or three times, he distanced himself from the security personnel and went straight to the exit.
During this process, he deliberately used other audience members to cover his body to avoid being shot from far away and around.
The gunmen in the distance are naturally other security personnel, and there are some spectators around.
You must know that the citizens of the "First City" have always been full of martial virtues, and it is quite common to draw guns when encountering similar things.
Bang, bang, sporadic gunshots, this tall and strong blond man is close to the exit, where there are several security personnel.
He didn't have any fear and rushed forward with a confident look on his face.
Just then, his feet suddenly staggered.
Pong!
He fell hard on the flat ground without any obstacles.
In Jiang Baimian's eyes, his legs were so stiff at this moment, as if they had been filled with lead and no longer belonged to him.
"Lack of leg movement?" Shang Jianyao said in a small voice and a somewhat excited tone.
"It's a bit like." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly.
Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there, and saw several security personnel at the exit rushing over, lowering the submachine gun in his hand, and shooting at the Awakened who fell to the ground.
Their training tells them that they should never think they can catch an enemy with similar eccentric abilities unless they are unconscious.
Da da da!
Sparks spewed out of the dark muzzles, and a large number of bullets poured into the blond, blue-eyed, rough and strong man.
Hey... Seeing this, Long Yuehong sighed softly.
In his mind, an awakened person, no matter what level he is at, is stronger than ordinary people.
But even such a strong person is still extremely vulnerable in the face of hot weapons.
The gunshots stopped quickly, and the Awakened jumped up, actually not injured at all!
Long Yuehong's eyes almost bulged out.
And the ability to not be afraid of shooting? There was only one thought in his mind.
In a place where he couldn't see, on the platform where the blond man fell, countless bullet holes formed a human silhouette.
All the bullets "avoided" the target, and outlines were drawn around him!
In two or three steps, the Awakened rushed to the entrance.
Suddenly, a rope fell from above.
The rope was so bent that it looked like some kind of snake at first glance.
The pupils of the awakened person dilated sharply, and without thinking, he pulled out his weapon and shot frantically at the rope.
However, no shots were fired.
What he pulled out was not a pistol, but a lighter.
His pistol was still firmly in his waist.
In the sound of pop, pop, pop, the lighter kept emitting flames, but it didn't work.
Finally, the previous security guards rushed back.
This time, they didn't dare to use guns again, for fear of encountering the unbelievable thing just now.
Under that kind of strafing, they even missed a shot!
This is nothing short of a miracle!
They either pounced on each other, or pulled out electric batons in an attempt to paralyze the target, or they waved their fists in an attempt to stun the enemy.
Strange to say, their action this time was surprisingly smooth. The man had been struggling with the rope, and he didn't realize that he was holding a lighter, not a pistol.
Finally, he fell to the ground again, unconscious.
Afraid of snakes, no, of twisted creatures, to the point of losing their minds? When Jiang Baimian saw this scene, a term flashed in his mind:
"Twisted Shadow"
April, "Shadow of Distortion".
Seeing the Awakened being dragged away, Jiang Baimian, who had no idea what was going on, withdrew his gaze and glanced at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.
"Just watched an assassination farce?" she whispered.
While speaking, she glanced at the nobleman who almost choked her to death from drinking water.
Seeing this, her eyes suddenly solidified.
The nobleman sat in his original position, and there was no trace of suffocation on his face.
On the table in front of him, the white-glazed porcelain water cup that had been smashed to pieces was still there, intact.
The corresponding ground is dry, and no water stains can be seen.
Following the gazes of Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong also discovered this scene. For a while, he couldn't tell which was true and which was false.
With the thumping sound, the iron fences on both sides of the arena below were slowly lifted.