Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 424:
Chapter 424: Chapter 218: That Bodyguard is Back Again, International Substitute, King-Level Online Fishing_2
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“Not only do we have fans of Mathilda Ward coming from all corners of the country, but many domestic celebrities have also posted before, saying they would come to watch the concert.”
“Look, the celebrity convoy has arrived.”
“Leading the way is the award-winning actress Julia Skinner, who today is wearing a white slit dress, showcasing her sexy figure.”
“Arm in arm with Julia Skinner is the popular action star Mullen Lyons.”
“It’s rumored that the two have been dating recently, but there’s been no official announcement. Some say Mullen Lyons is even a cultivator from the Third Layer Heaven.”
“The second to arrive is today’s hottest diva, Rosy Tonkin, and she looks gorgeous…”
As the audience gradually took their seats and the evening darkened, the local television station staff, who had already been contacted, also arrived backstage.
“This is the backstage of the concert site where Miss Mathilda Ward is getting ready.”
“We can see that many staff are also busy, everyone is working hard to make today’s concert a complete success.”
“Next, please follow our camera lens as we go to interview Miss Mathilda Ward…”
Accompanied by the shaking of the video camera lens, the group soon reached the makeup room’s entrance, where they were stopped by a hand.”
Dressed in a black suit and white shirt, the tall figure of Jack Clark stood like a city wall by the door, his expressionless face hidden behind sunglasses, calmly saying.
“Today’s pre-concert interviews are cancelled.”
“Damn! It’s that bodyguard, he’s still here.”
“It’s him, it’s him, that detestable guy has shown up again.”
“A bodyguard, he actually dares to prevent TV station staff from interviewing Mathilda Ward, pretty bold.”
When Jack Clark appeared on the screen, viewers around the world watching the live broadcast instantly erupted, filled with surprise, shock, and frustration…
Because that bodyguard was still there.
As a result, wouldn’t this concert also feature a bodyguard stealing the celebrity spotlight?
Not again.
Amidst the wailing of many fans, the time reached 7:50 pm, and at the shout of the backstage director, the lights of the entire stadium went out.
Woo Woo!! A deep horn sounded.
Suddenly, the sky showed a shattered image, and amidst a rumble, a battleship descended from above, surrounded by the flash of exploding firelight, with fighter aircraft projections tumbling down in black smoke.
Aboard the battleship stood Mathilda Ward dressed in a blue and white dazzling military uniform, a white and gold-trimmed military cap on her head, and her long hair dancing in the raging wind, giving off an air of stunning beauty.
But with such a stunning opening scene, many eyes actually turned to the figure standing behind Mathilda Ward.
There, the bodyguard in the black suit stood silently, immovable amid the fire and explosions, like a loyal knight guarding the military princess.
Boom!
As Mathilda Ward stepped off her anti-gravity hoverboard to the ground, fiery lights erupted around the stage, and the 3D projections in the air gradually disappeared.
Then, a passionate battle song started, and dozens of dancers rushed onto the stage— the concert officially began.
This time the stage setup was similar to Eastern Summer, with many special effects filled with the style of Cross Mountain Country.
Add to that the swaying beautiful dancers, the pleasant singing, and that gracefully stunning figure; it was truly a feast for the eyes.
Only, for some reason, many in the audience couldn’t help but divert their gaze, subconsciously searching for the tall figure wearing sunglasses.
Sure enough, at the climax of the first song, Jack Clark stood in front of Mathilda Ward, surrounded by stars, his figure visible on screens in all directions.
“Damn it, that guy is blocking Ilisa again.”
Instantly, the concert site turned into an uproar, the crowd was infuriated, just like the scene at the previous concert in South City.
From below someone shouted, “Is there a warrior who will step forward and beat that guy up? He’s too arrogant.”
“Right, if you’re a man of Cross Mountain, go up and take him down.”
“Brother, you’re shouting so loud, why don’t you go up?”
“Cough! Sorry, I’m not from Cross Mountain.”
Amidst the uproarious crowd, Jack Clark calmly moved away from in front of Mathilda Ward, strolling around the stage as if walking in his own home, drawing much resentment.
Down below, Damon Lopes dimmed his sunglasses and asked, “How is it, Brother Callum, have you found anything?”
Jack’s lips moved slightly as he replied in a low voice, “I have a feeling, but it’s not very strong, probably just a few scouts.”
In the midst of countless disdainful, disgusted, and impatient gazes, Jack Clark had vaguely sensed several malicious stares typical of Blood God Cultists.
Though those glances were faint, there was no helping it; Jack was all too familiar with these guys, constantly dealing with them.
Only the crowd was too large, and he hadn’t pinpointed their locations yet, so the search had to proceed slowly.
“Scouts, huh,” Damon Lopes sounded somewhat disappointed—he had been hoping to make a big show today in front of everyone.
The concert continued, and naturally, Jack Clark roamed the stage arrogantly, irritating many viewers in front of their TVs.
In Mist River City, today, Doris Clark and Glenn Clark were also watching the satellite live broadcast at home.
Looking at the swaggering bodyguard on stage, Doris Clark gazed tenderly.
She noticed that in just two months, Jack Clark had grown a bit taller and seemed more spirited than before, which made her feel at ease.
“Ha ha ha…”
Glenn Clark, watching the live stream comments on his mobile phone, laughed, “My brother is so cool, it’s making those guys itch with annoyance, they even talk about crowdfunding someone to beat Brother up.”
