Four figures with evidently malign intent, who it appears were prepared for the unusual darkness but not for the sudden flare of light.

Bajian Li's security team -- Li's hand-picked and highly-trained security team -- doesn't need any further cue than that to recognize their targets.

The stench of ozone fills the air, along with the crackling hum of controlled voltage as the tazer contacts are launched, bringing the would-be assassins down to the ground writhing in pain.

Half of Li's team sets about securing them, none too gently, while the lieutenant calls for backup.

After one look at the stage, Li himself is barking orders into his wrist unit, calling for medical trauma response, right-fucking-now.