The scene was deadly silent. Staring at the security guard who had been split in two by Zhang Beixing's long spear, listening to the gurgling sound of blood, and smelling the bloody scent mixed with the odor of organs, the onlookers felt a chill rise from their tailbones, surging up their spines to the crowns of their heads.
Their mouths opened and closed. They wanted to say something, but the words that reached their lips transformed into the most primal, unadorned screams.
"Ah! Murder!"
"Help, someone is killing people!"
"I... UGH! This Great Xia person has gone mad! He's actually killing someone in broad daylight, right in the lobby!"
"God, I've never seen such a bloody scene! Killing someone instantly with a spear—is he even human?"
"Call the police! Call the police, quickly!"
...
The noise was overwhelming. After the initial scream, the onlookers completely erupted. Some fled, others shouted. The scene descended into utter chaos.
