A Hard-Pressed Moment

The singsongy whistle filled the air. The shock expression did not stay long on their faces as they heard a female voice tear over the air from the deeper side of the hall, "—Fall back!"

They seemed not to get it, but they knew the voice belonged to Magus. Without wasting any second, Qing Jiuliu picked the thick glasses and leaped back, and Ji Shanqing did the same. When they landed a few yards away, they peered at the ground where they previously stood.

Although the thick glasses couldn't grasp the situation, he saw his opportunity. He struggled with all his might, attempting to break free from Qing Jiuliu's clutch. He almost succeeded, however, Qing Jiuliu had recaptured him by grasping at the collar of his t-shirt.

Concurrently, without letting them take a break, Magus' second command came, "Leave him be. Run outside! Don't stay in the lobby! Shit, this is bad—"