All eyes turned to one spot—a young man dressed in strange and flamboyant attire, leaning back nonchalantly in a chair, with his legs crossed and fingers constantly digging into his nostrils. He then casually flicked them away as if nothing had happened.,As time went by, with more and more people entering the hall under the guidance of staff, the frequency of opening the door decreased significantly as noon approached. Sometimes, for half an hour, no one came in at all.,At that moment, the person was still in mid-air, caught completely off guard by this rapid attack. Before they could react, their face was struck hard. Following that, Wang Lin endured a kick from the person behind him, using the force to lunge towards the person he had just sent flying.。