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The cracks on the ground resembled spider webs, and combined with the depressions beneath their feet, they delivered a jarring shock to everyone present.
All those in attendance were ordinary people. Aside from Chen Wuyou, who had experienced something a bit different during the Tokyo Incident, none of the others had ever witnessed such a scene.
Well, they had seen it on movie sets, but it was precisely because everyone there had some understanding of the entertainment industry that they could appreciate that the young man before them had not employed any underhanded tactics; he had genuinely created this terrifying spectacle.
What nonsense about brains being smashed was utterly weak!
"This isn't your doing, is it? We're the ones being illegally detained here. Well, I suppose I should live up to that title. Hmm, what was that guy outside's name again? He must have quite a few people in his grasp, yet they seem to be living just fine," Yang Xiaoyou said in a playful tone, utilizing a unique frequency.
Although he had taken on this task, he still lacked confidence. It would be best if he could persuade the remaining group in front of him to help out.
How did that fellow outside manipulate them? It was merely through coercion and temptation.
Even if they beat someone up or tortured the cultured young man before them, it wouldn't resolve the issues at hand; otherwise, Yang Xiaoyou wouldn't waste his breath on this group.
Since he had agreed to take on this job, he would do his utmost to complete it well.
"You... you don't need to think about it! We will not compromise with violence!" The artistic youth was not foolish. At this moment, he remembered to unify their stance by using "we."
Unfortunately for him, among those who began to waver later on, not everyone was as "steadfast" as he was. Many had only compromised due to Zhou Xian's influence in the Hong Kong and Macau underworld. Faced with such threats, several fence-sitters immediately showed signs of faltering.
However, most were still afraid of repercussions affecting their families and preferred to take some losses themselves. Yang Xiaoyou subtly hinted at leveraging power and managed to sway half of them.
After all, he wanted those who remained to start working immediately and could only use a milder approach. If he pushed too hard and affected their performance negatively, it would all be for nothing.
It was truly unfortunate that due to the personality issues of Dream Butterfly, Chen Wuyou had entered a state of readiness for special training to ensure her success on stage. He couldn't come over to provide support; otherwise, with her assistance, the chances of success would have been much higher.
"You dare to betray us?! Aren't you afraid?" The Cultured Young Man seemed utterly disheartened by the conditions proposed by Zhou Xian. Even after witnessing Yang Xiaoyou's earlier display of intimidation, upon seeing half of his 'companions' begin to turn against him, he managed to overcome his fear and shouted in desperation.
However, before he could finish his words, he was suddenly lifted off the ground. After spinning 1080 degrees in the air, he crashed into the wall like a mural. He stuck to the wall for a moment before slowly sliding down, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was looking for an opportunity to make an example out of someone to expand their gains, this situation presented itself, allowing her to strike quite effectively.
It was precisely because of this act of intimidation that among those who had been resisting, half began to waver. The sight of their companion being violently thrown away and left uncertain about his fate had a far greater impact than any direct force could have.
The other side truly dared to take action!
No one wanted to end up like that!
As for those who still refused to compromise, it seemed they held some crucial leverage over the fellow outside. Yang Xiaoyou understood that simply relying on persuasion would be insufficient to deal with these individuals; cooperation was essential and could not be forced.
However, having successfully swayed most of the people present did alleviate some pressure on her.
Unfortunately, the group from Sound Adjustment had already left the scene earlier. That entire situation would likely still require her own resolution.
"Regardless of whether you believe it or not, after the concert ends, we will definitely deal with that reckless fellow. Moreover, any threats or promises he made to you will turn into nothingness. So since you're already here, just focus on doing your job well. As for the others, it's up to you how you handle them. I have no interest in making things difficult for you as long as you don't cause trouble for me. However, Sister Wu You will definitely have a serious talk with you about the penalties for breaching the contract regarding Aspects." After stabilizing the situation, Yang Xiaoyou let out a sigh of relief.
"But Sound Engineer..." The middle-aged woman who had also recovered from her shock couldn't help but speak up at this moment.
Although most of those who remained had returned to their positions, the loss of the Sound Engineer team was irreplaceable. The remaining members could only ensure that they completed their tasks well.
"Leave the rest to me. I've already checked the distribution of the sound equipment on site and understand how to use it. Let's make do with what we have; time waits for no one." After glancing at the remaining time, Yang Xiaoyou walked over to a row of control panels and began making some adjustments.
Watching Yang Xiaoyou's fingers move skillfully and swiftly, Chen Wuyou felt a hint of surprise. This fellow wasn't lying; he seemed to have some basic skills. However, glancing at the Cultured Young Man lying unconscious on the ground, she instructed a few security guards nearby to perform some basic first aid.
If someone really died, it would lead to complications. Still, she understood that the Namekian must have been careful with his strikes.
"Broken nose, half a tooth missing, three broken ribs, but no internal bleeding. If we don't move him, he won't be in any life-threatening danger." The lead security guard, a formal member sent by Hive Security Company, had solid professional knowledge despite being quite different from the core members.
After conducting the examination, he looked at the boy adjusting the instruments with astonishment in his eyes.
It wasn't just about beating someone up!
Even if someone could be taken down in one blow, that would be acceptable!
But this was not just a random strike; the precision was terrifying!
The force was not light—his ribs had slammed against the wall and broken—but somehow there were no punctured lungs or internal bleeding. To achieve such an outcome was something even he, with Heartwing's gradual 'exploration,' might not be able to accomplish.
As for coincidence?
If this kind of coincidence led to such an optimal result, then the probability was simply too low!
"Hmph, the time has come. Let's see how you all handle this. Let me tell you, not everything can be solved with fists. Ha ha, I've stopped using that tactic thirty years ago!" In the VIP Area, the portly Balding Man was smugly hiding behind his bodyguard, watching Chen Hao and his group on the other side.
The expressions of the people over there were quite grim. If it weren't for Yang Xiaoyou repeatedly advising Chen Hao before leaving, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to take action.
"Mr. Zhouzi, you'll have plenty of opportunities to polish your narrative later. This shocking forgery case will soon be clarified," Zhou Xian mocked Chen Hao before turning to the anti-fraud warrior known online as Zhouzi.
"Of course, I must awaken those who have been deceived. Before coming in, just by watching them sell tickets and observing the layout of the venue, I knew they would encounter problems. And sure enough, my predictions were accurate." The man, who had a rather grotesque appearance but was completely oblivious to it, spoke with an air of authority.
He was well aware of who orchestrated the scene before him, and the outcome had already been determined. To him, giving a final verdict at this point seemed like a very prudent approach.
However, just as he thought everything was settled and had made his conclusions, the lights in the venue dimmed, and flickering began to appear on stage.
The change in the venue elicited a wave of excited cheers from the fans, causing a hint of embarrassment to flash across Zhouzi's face after he had just made his pronouncement.
He quickly cleared his throat and said, "This is merely a desperate struggle."
This sentiment was wholeheartedly agreed upon by Zhou Xian, who was managing the event.
Just as Zhouzi finished his second round of justifications, a melodious music prelude began to play. A middle-aged woman stepped onto the stage to briefly host the event. After delivering a few short opening remarks, she hurriedly exited. As the background music continued, although no one had appeared yet, the ethereal voice of Dream Butterfly began to resonate.
Unlike other singers' concerts where there was interaction with fans, Dream Butterfly went straight into her performance without any engagement. Yet this shift felt entirely natural when expressed through her unique voice.
As her ethereal singing filled the air, the accompaniment seamlessly blended in, creating an inexplicable atmosphere that gradually enveloped the entire venue.
It seemed as if the singing and accompaniment connected the spirits of everyone present, transforming the thousands of fans into a single entity along with Dream Butterfly.
At that moment, Dream Butterfly, who had only been heard but not seen until now, appeared before everyone as the stage shifted. It was as if she had entered a state of complete immersion, her body moving gracefully in sync with her voice, leading everyone into a dreamlike realm.
The dual impact of visual and auditory sensations, combined with an inexplicable atmosphere, ignited the entire venue in an instant. A surge of energy rose from the crowd, spreading outward into the streets. Although the sound did not travel far, passersby caught in this wave seemed to hear the enchanting melody, instinctively stopping in their tracks and pausing their activities.
The taxi driver,
the couple on the park bench,
the sanitation worker cleaning up,
the street vendor,
the city management officer clearing the area,
all paused in unison, beginning to 'listen' to that soul-cleansing beautiful sound.
Weekends always seemed to fly by.
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