?<strong>Chapter 822:</strong>
The silence in the hall stretched.
Just as the host was about to continue, the lights suddenly flickered and then went out, plunging the entire hall into darkness.
The hall, designed with security in mind, had no windows and relied entirely on artificial lights.
When the lights suddenly went out, confusion spread across the hall.
But the more seasoned members of the crowd remained calm, waiting for the power to return.
Then, from somewhere in the pitch-ck darkness, the unmistakable sounds of a struggle broke through.
A few people fumbled for their phone shlights, but Madisyn’s voice rang out sharply.
“Don’t turn on any lights! You’ll make yourself a target!”
It hit everyone at once—this wasn’t just a random power outage.
Someone was using the darkness to carry out a dangerous n.
The hall fell into a thick silence.
Any movement could give away their position and make things even worse.
The crowd wasn’t foolish, silently piecing together who might be behind the chaos.
Enraged, someone shouted, “What’s happening here? This is supposed to be an election! Are you trying to take control of the representatives?”
“Good guess.” Then, a bright beam of light suddenly cut through the darkness,nding on the stage.
Owen stood there, gripping the host tightly.
Blood glistened in the harsh light.
The crowd seethed with rage.
These people, all holding esteemed positions, now found themselves threatened in such a way.
The hall suddenly brightened as the lights flickered back on.
Everyone squinted, trying to adjust their eyes to the harsh light.
Soon, some noticed the figures standing silently by their sides.
They were men in ck, their stoic faces unreadable.
These were the people who had all voted for Dottie just moments ago.
One person, trembling with anger, eximed, “You are going too far! Do you think this will scare me?”
The venue’s security was tight, and the screening at the entrance had been strict.
Everyone was confident no sharp objects or dangerous weapons had made it inside.
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