The audience around was dumbfounded, the stage was actually blown apart.
They thought someone had planted a bomb underneath, and with a shout, they fled towards the door.
Lin Nan immediately led people to maintain order on the site, and the broadcast quickly announced, "Everyone, don't panic. This is just a stage effect for the competition, there's no danger!"
After a long time, the chaotic crowd finally shivered and sat back down.
Hemao Zhengxiong fell to the ground but was quickly helped up by his subordinates.
Qin Feng jumped down from the stage and approached, Hemao Zhengxiong's men immediately shielded him, their faces full of tension.
Hemao Zhengxiong held his chest and got up, waving them aside, and helplessly said to Qin Feng, "I lost!"
His Chinese was not very standard, except for this sentence.
Qin Feng clasped his hands and said, "In a usual match, there is no distinction between winning and losing. You're a good person, but there's something I must remind you of!"
