"What happened?" Wu demanded, looking around wildly as if expecting to find an explanation. "He was fine! He was just standing there and then...."
"Heart attack?" Zhang suggested, but he sounded uncertain. "Or a stroke? An aneurysm?"
They had no answers. One moment Chen had been perfectly fine, and the next he was on the ground, blood leaking from his nose and ears, possibly dead or dying.
No one looked at Shuyin, still standing calmly in the center of the ring, her glowing jade eye watching the chaos with cold satisfaction.
No one except Tank, Blade, and Razor had seen exactly where Shuyin's attention had been focused in the moment before Chen collapsed.
They said nothing. They didn't dare.
But they knew.
Somehow, impossibly, their Princess had done that.
The crowd's confusion was turning into restless agitation.
They'd paid for entertainment, and so far all they'd gotten was some weird eye condition and a guard having a medical emergency.
