Finally, it reached midday. A middle-aged man in a shirt and with a goatee slowly pushed open the doors of the auditorium and walked in, casually locking the door behind him.,All eyes met across the room, and a palpable tension filled the air. Faces grew grim as they began to nervously scrutinize each other.,Wang Lin caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and immediately retracted his fist. He rolled on the ground, then with a whirlwind kick around the pillar, used his hands to support himself and kicked upwards at someone's face with both feet.。