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At this moment, in the dark corner of the stand outside, a man stood quietly, holding a bag in his hand.

From here to the stage, it is about a few hundred meters.

No one paid attention to him.

On the stage, Fang Ze sat in front of the piano and said, "He has his own business to do."

Zhao Yuling ignored this sentence and asked anxiously, "Where is he?"

"Is there any contact information?"

Seeing the opponent's insistence, Fang Ze pondered for a while before saying, "Yes"

At this moment, a rushing sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

The sound is not too loud, and in a slightly noisy stadium, it can't be bothered at all.

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anyone's attention.

No one will pay attention to that inexplicable sound.

But Fang Ze's eyes narrowed.

The next moment, without any hesitation, he stood up like lightning and directly pulled Zhao Yuling in front of him behind him.

He then reached out and grabbed the air, then turned quickly and avoided the camera.

A series of actions take place within a second.

Reflected on the big screen, everyone only saw Fang Ze get up, and then grab Zhao Yuling.

For the rest, nothing was seen.

"What's wrong"

"What does he want to do"

"Who the hell is that, and what are the staff doing?"

"Can you hear what we were talking about?"

"Can't hear."

Zhao Yuling's microphone was hanging between his legs, and the two's voices were very small, so they did not spread.

"you"

Being caught by Fang Ze, Zhao Yuling subconsciously wanted to break free.

She turned around abruptly, and happened to see what Fang Ze was holding.

A sharp arrow lay across his chest.

The blind spot of vision blocked the camera and the fans behind.

Kacha! Fang Ze exerted a little force, and the arrow in his hand snapped.

His face instantly sank.

On the other side, the man in the outfield of the stand changed his face and put away the tools in his hand.

"unarmed!"

"I met a tough stubble."

After muttering to himself, the man quickly picked up the bag, turned around and left quickly.

When Fang Ze's eyes looked over, the person was already gone.

"what's wrong"

Zhao Yuling seemed to be frightened.

Fang Ze said solemnly: "Quick, follow me!"

Saying that, regardless of whether Zhao Yuling answered or not, he dragged her towards the backstage.

Offstage, although the agent did not understand what was going on, he also knew very well what to do now.

After making a gesture to the lighting engineer, the entire stage immediately became: extremely dark.

Seeing this scene, all the fans, the discussion grew louder and louder.

No one knows what happened.

Backstage, in a closed room.

This should be the dressing room.

As a criminal police officer, Fang Ze drove everyone away.

In this situation now, we must be decisive and strangle the secondary danger in the cradle.

"You are the police"

Inside the room, Zhao Yuling looked at Fang Ze who was fumbling around and asked.