"President Yan... President Yan!?" Chu Zhiyi had seen President Fang depart for a visit to the restroom. Just after coming out, he intended to step out for a cigarette, to get a breath of fresh air, when he had barely taken a few steps before noticing a man about one meter eighty-eight in height pulling down his face mask.
He incredulously widened his eyes, utterly shocked.
Meanwhile, Yan Jingting was neither panicked nor did he turn to look at him. He casually put the mask back on, squeezed an empty mineral water bottle into a twist, and tossed it casually into a trash bin.
President Fang then saw the man who was supposed to be seated in a wheelchair walking slowly, yet very much real, toward him.
Hanging from his hands was a pair of white gloves, exclusive to this banquet hall.
Just as President Fang was falling into the immense ecstasy of discovering a secret, Yan Jingting seized half of his face and slammed him up against the wall.