Even the lion dance team that had taken up half the street was forced into a corner.
The leader of the lion dance, clearly unwilling to be driven back by the man, waved the lion's head with both hands and intended to advance again, but he had not even taken a step before he was repelled by the fiery red flames.
He had no choice but to retreat, for he couldn't sacrifice the tools of his livelihood over a single performance!
Seeing his own lion dance team so embarrassingly overpowered, Wu Zhengqing was so furious that his face turned red and his neck thickened, and what almost made him spit blood was that, without his noticing, the space in front of both the Chen Ji and Wu Ji shops had already been entirely occupied by the troupe of street performers.