644 The Undercover Fan

It was Sunday, and the auditorium was full of top stars.

It was evening approaching nightfall, nowhere close to peak hour, but the area near the venue was still packed with people. There were fans with all kinds of gifts and messages of support, media reporters with their tripods and cameras, and random passers-by that merely joined the crowd to see what was going on.

Xia Ling sat in a silver-white limousine that was led by a procession that helped to clear the way. Behind her were reporter vans following along, and both sides of the road had security barricades set up around the entire auditorium. It looked like a shiny and resplendent moving ribbon when looking down from a bird's eye view from the top of a nearby skyscraper.

This entrance was enough to squash Bai Murong's entrance the day before.

"Tsk tsk…" Under the shadow of a huge tree in a quiet corner, three men in low-key outfits were huddled together. One of them spoke to another. "Bai Mu… "