"Let go of me, let go of me! Li Zongming, you bastard! I'm going to avenge the king of the west!" The western revolutionary struggled in vain, pinned down as he was by a number of bodyguards. He was barely able to pull out a bottle securely wrapped within his clothes and smashed it against the ground, sending a fog of black smoke gushing out.

 "Poison!"

"This scoundrel—he snuck poison into the venue!"

"Help! Poison!"

The revolutionary laughed as the guests gasped and cried out in shock.

"Haha, haha! All of you, go and die!"

The three figures on stage remained perfectly calm. As Li Zongming pointed at the mess, a gust of wind blew past, and the poison fog vanished as...