The look in Mr. Zhao's eyes as he watched the players instantly shifted from seeing them as 'brutes' to 'gods'. He even began to wonder, 'If I report this case, will I get some of the credit for participating?'
Just as Mr. Zhao's mind began to race, a flustered Li Hanlin roared at the servants still frozen to the side, "What are you all gawking at?! Get them! Stop them! I'll give a hundred taels of silver to anyone who can stop them!"
Lured by the immense reward, the servants, though terrified, charged at the players with bloodshot eyes and strange cries.
Li Hanlin, meanwhile, tried to use the chaos as a diversion to slip away through the back hall.
However—BANG! BANG! BANG! Before the servants could even get close, the players charged forward like tigers pouncing on sheep.
The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, an utter rout.
