The audience fell silent.
It was their first time encountering such a situation, where a Lower Class Person from the Circus was not following the established program but was attempting to perform some sort of magic trick instead.
Before they could react, Gu Mian, on stage, began to slowly withdraw his hand.
When he completely removed his hand from the dark box, those present saw that he was not holding a note, but something resembling a small remote control.
What's going on? I don't remember putting anything like this in the box. The Host knitted his eyebrows as he stared at the object in Gu Mian's hand.
The audience members below the stage didn't care what Gu Mian had pulled out. They began to grow restless. "We're here to watch a performance, not to watch the boring magic trick of a Lower Class Person! Get him into the cell, quickly!"
The Host didn't want to waste any more time with this strange Lower Class Person. He glanced at the audience below, gesturing with his eyes.
