The chaos inside the party hall did not fade even after the main disaster had ended. Instead, it spread like a ripple that refused to settle.
Those who could escape had already rushed out, their expensive suits and elegant gowns reduced to nothing more than burdens they wished they could throw away.
Others crowded desperately toward the washrooms, pushing and shoving without any regard for status, identity, or dignity. The once refined venue had completely collapsed into a scene of panic and disgust.
Yet strangely, the number of people inside did not decrease. The commotion had already spread outside, drawing curious onlookers and late-arriving guests toward the hall.
Some stood at the entrance trying to understand what had happened, while others stepped inside out of sheer curiosity, only to regret it immediately.
Amidst all this, Chu Daxing stumbled forward.
