At first, no one noticed him move. Even if they did, they likely assumed he just had something to say to Ota Masayuki.
It wasn't until Wu Liangchen walked straight past the screen and approached the table that a drunkenly hazy Yokoyama Daisuke looked up at him, a flicker of displeasure on his face.
He couldn't understand how a man of Ota Masayuki's status could employ such a disrespectful guard.
However, not wanting to spoil the festive mood, he turned to Ota Masayuki, clearly expecting him to remove the insolent guard.
Just then, a hand suddenly clamped down on his head. An immense force followed, instantly slamming his face into the tabletop.
Amid the CLATTER of falling tableware, the nearest dancers screamed.
The commotion immediately alerted the guards outside the screen.
But before the guards could even rise, Wu Liangchen's men, long prepared, had already sprung into action.
Flashes of cold steel glinted, followed by splatters of blood.
