Yuan Yuan and Yuan Qingqing had similar styles.
Because their methods leaned towards support, they were more cautious.
Moreover, they guarded the entrance of the manor, facing more pressure compared to Jun Ci and his companion.
However, compared to others, their stamina was also stronger.
This was because both of them followed a semi-supportive path.
At the manor's entrance, Duan Chen was not worried.
The fact that Yuan Qingqing and Yuan Yuan had managed to survive until now and participate in the secret realm as representatives was proof enough of their capabilities.
There was no need to underestimate them simply because they were support characters.
On the contrary, his own situation was rather troublesome.
His responsibilities included not only the basement but also the area above it, which encompassed the banquet hall.
Thanks to the repurposing of Jia Rengui's corpse, he had managed to establish a somewhat plausible identity in front of everyone, but that was all.
Duan Chen let out several hearty burps after clearing out the basement, his stomach even slightly distended.
He patted his abdomen, and the bulge immediately deflated.
This trick, it had to be said, was somewhat similar to Luffy's.
"You seem to have eaten a lot?"
Hill looked at him with curiosity.
Duan Chen smiled, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped the corner of his mouth. He also felt like he had eaten a lot, although his stomach didn't feel full.
However, all the mutated creatures from the basement had entered his stomach, filling his spiritual energy. The bloating sensation from his spiritual energy gave his stomach a peculiar sense of fullness.
"It can barely be considered eating."
"There is no longer any danger in the basement. The danger level here has dropped from orange to green. Let's go upstairs and take a look."
The banquet hall was the real disaster zone.
At this moment, panic was spreading through the banquet hall. It was clear that everyone was confused about what had happened. The sudden tension made them all anxious.
Especially with the bodyguards surrounding the entire banquet hall, no one was allowed to move an inch.
The people inside were all prominent figures, and naturally, they felt extremely indignant and angry.
"Damn it, you're just a bunch of lackeys! Get out of my way! Do you know who I am? Do you know my family background!"
"You dare to block me here!"
"Honey, look at these lousy bodyguards! They almost dirtied the clothes you bought me, and my handbag too! Damn bodyguards, do you know this is the latest model!"
However, no matter how much these magnates complained, or how much the magnates' mistresses pushed and shoved, all the bodyguards, even with sweat dripping from their brows, diligently guarded the banquet hall, preventing anyone from leaving.
Although they didn't understand why the master of the house had issued such orders, it was their job, and they had to complete it to the best of their ability.
The bodyguard captain's face was contorted with distress. He knew what had happened in the kitchen and was conflicted and embarrassed.
"Please don't make it difficult for me. I am just following orders..."
An arrogant woman, wearing a mink coat, pointed her finger. Her rose-red nails almost poked out the bodyguard captain's eyeballs.
She shouted loudly.
"Get out of my way! You blind fools!"
"This... this really isn't working, madam..." The bodyguard captain's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.
Actually, he didn't know why he, who usually bullied the weak and feared the strong, was able to stand tall and speak in such a situation today.
In a place invisible to everyone, a small, blinking light was hidden in the hair on the back of the bodyguard captain's head.
The light from the small lamp was very faint, imperceptible to the human eye, and even in the dark, it was impossible to see the blinking light with human eyes.
The other bodyguards were similar.
Wilbenya walked through the manor with a smile. Despite having a feminine exterior, his movements exuded a masculine characteristic and charm.
She, or rather he, walked with his eyes half-closed.
Streams of information flowed from all directions, directly entering his mind. All the information was received by him.
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in the center of the manor. Standing there, Wilbenya remained still, acting like a telephone pole.
Countless streams of information emanated from his body, connecting to the signal lights he had previously buried.
This was a pre-existing contingency plan.
Wilbenya's abilities were not limited to tearing space.
And precisely because he could tear space and travel at will, he had been able to implant his methods into these bodyguards.
Those small lights were his means of controlling these bodyguards.
All those who had these small lights implanted became his puppets without their knowledge. They still possessed their own thoughts, but they could not understand why certain ideas suddenly appeared in their minds.
"What a nice incubation environment..."
A rather sinister smile appeared on Wilbenya's lips, and he slowly closed his eyes...
Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, people were still pushing and shoving, trying to escape.
Human intuition was very strong, and their sixth sense was constantly warning them that something bad was likely to happen here.
The sixth sense pressed on their nerves, making them desperately want to flee.
But these bodyguards were not the usual cowardly individuals, nor were they any sea monsters. They were all Wilbenya's puppets.
Therefore, even if it cost them their lives, they would block everyone here.
In a corner of the banquet hall, several people were huddled together. They were wearing luxurious formal wear, but they looked wet and very wrinkled.
One woman held a champagne glass.
Her expression was somewhat grim. "What should we do? This is not a place to linger!"
Another man in a suit shouted impatiently, "Of course I know!"
However, his loud outburst attracted the attention of others.
He was glared at by others and reluctantly lowered his voice.
"Of course I know... But if we forcefully break through here, our identities will definitely be exposed."
"Do you think we can defeat the monster in the basement?"
He was the one who created those mutated creatures. How could he not know their fate?