The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

As night fell, a bright, full moon hung high in the night sky above the imperial city.

On the white marble plaza outside the Taiji Hall, hundreds of palace servants were busily moving about.

According to the customs of the Great Abyss Kingdom, during festivals and when there are large-scale performances, a brand-new red carpet is laid out in the square to show the solemnity.

Su Yaoyao slid down from the small golden throne and swaggered to the center of the square.

"Stop, everyone! You've laid out the red carpet incorrectly."

With a wave of her hand, she stopped the busy eunuchs.

"The General said that the celebration of the birthday by a hundred lions is related to the fate of the Great Yuan Kingdom."

"The direction and laying method of the red carpet must conform to feng shui principles!"

Su Yaoyao spoke nonsense with a straight face, and the eunuchs looked at each other, but no one dared to refute the Crown Princess who had just made a great contribution.

"Brother Crown Prince, bring our people over and we'll personally redo the work."

Soon, Crown Prince Su Jin arrived with dozens of burly men dressed as palace guards.

Upon closer inspection, these dozens of burly men were the assassins whom Su Yaoyao had recruited the previous night using social insurance and housing fund incentives.

"Boss, how exactly do we do it?"

The assassin leader leaned close to Su Yaoyao, lowered his voice, and spoke with a professional and serious tone.

"Do you see the only path leading to the Taiji Hall gate?"

Su Yaoyao pointed to the ground.

"Pry open all the gaps between the floor tiles and lay these little things down."

Su Yaoyao took out a large number of micro-current electrostatic plates and extremely fine conductive metal mesh from her personal space.

Although the assassins couldn't figure out what kind of hidden weapon it was, they were paid to do it, so they worked very efficiently.

Under the cover of night, they quickly and efficiently laid out the conductive mesh.

Then, they carefully covered it with the heavy red carpet again, so that there was no flaw in the appearance.

Su Yaoyao nodded in satisfaction and then took out several oddly shaped spray cans.

"Bro, take this and spray it like crazy on the red carpet and the surrounding floor tiles."

Su Jin took the spray can and shook it with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yaoyao, what kind of new poison is this? It doesn't smell at all."

"This is called a super-effective nano lubricant."

Su Yaoyao's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"It is colorless and odorless, and once it adheres to the surface of an object, it can eliminate 99.9% of the friction."

"Let alone a person, even a fly would have to do a split to fly away if it landed on it."

Su Jin's eyes lit up, and a bloodthirsty, excited smile appeared on his pink face.

"Understood. Make sure to spray it evenly and thoroughly, without missing a single drop!"

The brother and sister, leading a group of assassins, busied themselves in the square like busy little bees.

Before long, the entire ice rink leading to the Taiji Hall, along with the barbecue grill, was set up.

The trap has been set, just waiting for a blind mouse to jump in.

After doing all this, Su Yaoyao clapped her hands, keeping her accomplishments hidden.

She took Su Jin and quietly returned to the Taiji Hall.

Inside the main hall, the banquet continued, with officials toasting each other.

No one realized what a terrifying battlefield the plaza outside had been transformed into.

Time passed slowly, and the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet reached its final climax.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

Outside the Taiji Hall, the deep and solemn sounds of bells and drums resounded in unison, their echoes reverberating through the sky.

"The auspicious hour has arrived; a hundred lions celebrate the birthday!"

As the master of ceremonies announced the event in a high-pitched, drawn-out voice, everyone's eyes turned to the outside of the hall.

General Lin Zhenxiong sat at the head of the assembled officials, his lips curling into a wild smile.

His eyes gleamed with fanatical bloodlust.

Become!

The moment has finally arrived!

So what if Black Wind Stronghold's weapons are seized?

So what if the assassin has disappeared?

These five hundred heavily armored assassins are all killing machines that the Lin family has painstakingly trained!

Each person wore solid steel armor weighing dozens of kilograms, making them impervious to swords and spears.

Once they storm into the main hall, the entire Great Abyss will belong to the Lin family!

Lin Zhenxiong stared intently at the outside of the hall, his breathing becoming heavy and rapid.

With deafening gongs and drums, five hundred elite warriors, clad in heavy armor and disguised as lion dancers, finally made their appearance!

"roar!"

The enormous lion's head rolled in the night, emitting a deep and majestic roar.

A festive folk acrobatic performance?

No, no, no, it was a massive, murderous torrent of steel.

Their heavy steps, the rhythmic rumble of their footsteps, made the white marble square tremble slightly.

Beneath the heavy lion dance costume, a faint, cold metallic luster was reflected.

The heavy armor, forged entirely of steel, is like a mobile ironclad siege tower, indestructible.

These people made no unnecessary movements; like a primordial beast, they approached the Taiji Hall with overwhelming force.

The civil officials in the hall all changed their expressions, sensing that something was amiss.

"Why...why is the lion dance troupe's murderous aura so intense?"

"Their footsteps sound like an army in armor."

The military officers gripped their sword hilts tightly, their nerves on edge.

Lin Zhenxiong suddenly stood up, his massive body blocking everyone's view.

"Don't panic, everyone. This is the most authentic folk war lion, its main feature being its majestic and powerful appearance!"

Lin Zhenxiong turned to look at Su Zhen, who was sitting on the dragon throne, his smile sinister and terrifying.

"Your Majesty, with a hundred lions celebrating your birthday, our Great Yuan Empire will surely be forever secure!"

Su Zhen leaned back on the dragon throne, his expression calm, looking at Lin Zhenxiong with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

Old fox, I'll let you be smug for a little while longer.

The calm before the storm always fills us with anticipation.

Beside the dragon throne, Su Yaoyao sat upright on a small golden throne.

She held a metal remote control in her hand, staring intently at the outside of the hall.

His bright eyes sparkled with the excitement of a prank about to succeed.

Come on, my tin cans.

The red carpet to hell has been laid out for you; you are just waiting to step onto it.

On the plaza outside the hall, five hundred heavily armored assassins stood in formation.

The leader of the assassins peered through the gaps in the lion's head and fixed his gaze on the tyrant on the high platform.

His mission was singular: to storm into the palace and, at any cost, kill the emperor!

"Beat the drums! Enter the hall!"

The earth-shaking sound of war drums resounded.

Five hundred assassins attacked simultaneously.

Like arrows released from a bow, they charged onto the red carpet in the square with unwavering determination!

Heavy combat boots shattered the Mid-Autumn Festival night wind.

Ten steps!

Five steps!

Three steps!

kill!

The lead heavily armored soldier roared inwardly and stomped forward.

However, the moment his boots touched the red carpet, the great laws of Newton suddenly failed!