Alpha stood on stage, frozen in shock.
He turned to the wings. "Guards! I need help!"
But there was no one there.
Outside the hall, his guards had already been taken out.
Hazard King had taken care of them on the way in, quietly and efficiently.
The only armed people left in the building were the guests' bodyguards—about twenty in total.
They were spread out and disorganized, each loyal to different bosses—not a united group. Not much of a threat.
Hazard King moved forward slowly and with purpose.
His team fanned out, watching every exit and every possible angle.
The thirteen female operatives on stage immediately dropped to the floor, covering their heads, just like they had been trained.
For now, they were safe.
Panic spread among the guests, who started to scream, cry, and beg for mercy. Some even tried to make a run for it.
Hazard King's men blocked the exits.
"I said nobody moves," Hazard King repeated.
