Chapter 456: Chapter 228: The Third Qualitative Change, Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder, Hell Suppressing Light King_4
Translator: 549690339
Deleting the beautiful female friends from his mobile phone? Impossible, that was his hobby after all.
While joking, everyone finished breakfast, and then Mathilda Ward and the others got busy preparing for tonight’s concert.
As dusk fell, a convoy stopped at the stadium’s back door, and over ten bodyguards in suits got out of the vehicles, their gazes sharp, vigilant of their surroundings.
At that moment, the business car in the middle opened, and out stepped Jack Clark in a black suit and sunglasses, his demeanor cold and his aura oppressive.
Then Mathilda Ward and Gwen Gail in a white princess dress descended from the car.
The fox-eared girl was brimming with excitement, clinging to Mathilda’s arm with shining eyes, “Sister Ilisa, is this what it feels like to be a big star? It’s so grand.”
Although she was a descendant of the king-level, she usually lived in an exclusive area and seldom went out.
Of course, with the power of her family, they could create even more buzz if they wanted to.
At that moment, from around the corner, a group of new media journalists who had been lying in wait rushed over, shouting, “MissWard, may we interview you?”
“Miss Ward, could you say a few words?”
As those journalists charged forward, they were stopped by a wall of guards formed by four bodyguards, their cameras continuously clicking.
Mathilda Ward smiled and said, “Thankyou all for your attention, but I need to get ready for the opening act. We can talk after the concert is over.”
Having said that, Mathilda waved her hand and turned towards the back door.
But the journalists seemed quite agitated, and two of them, with a quick duck, managed to slip under the guard’s outstretched arms.
Boom!
In an instant, a terrifying pressure burst forth from Jack Clark, and the very earth trembled slightly under the heavy aura, as rolling waves of tangible air formed a raging wind around them.
What mattered most was that the invisible and ferocious Dragon Might spread out, making everyone’s faces show panic, turning pale with terror.
The two journalists who rushed over immediately fell to their knees, looking at the expressionless Jack Clark with fear and horror.
After giving the intimidated journalists a cold look, Jack Clark withdrew his aura.
Then, Jack turned his icy gaze to the guards who had failed to stop the people, speaking in a cold voice, “As cultivators, you can’t even block some ordinary people, where is your sense of security?”
One of the young men bowed his head anxiously, “Sorry, Mr. Callum, we didn’t anticipate they would be so aggressive.”
But Jack Clark paid no heed to these explanations, his look cold, “Although I don’t expect you to stop those people, if you can’t even block some ordinary individuals, what use do you have?”
At this point, Lionel Lopez stepped forward, his face showing shame, “I apologize, Mr. Callum. During this time, because we had two dignitaries here, their vigilance did indeed slip.”
“Please rest assured, Mr. Callum, and MissWard, I will supervise them strictly from now on, to ensure that today’s incident doesn’t happen again.”
“I hope so, otherwise, I’ll suggest to Miss Ward that we need a new team of bodyguards,” Jack said coldly as he turned and left.
Not until Jack’s figure had entered through the back door did one of the journalists swallow and say, “It was that bodyguard.”
“He is still here.”
“That’s strange, I didn’t even notice him just now.”
“Brother, can you help me up?”
” What’ s wrong with you?”
“I think I wet myself.”
“Damn, you got scared enough to wet your pants? That’s so embarrassing.”
“No kidding, that guard turned so frightening all of a sudden, weren’t you scared? I think I saw your pants were wet too.”
“Cough, cough! Brother, you must be mistaken. Here, let me help you up.”
No sooner had Jack Clark entered through the stadium’s back door than Damon Lopes expressed regret, “How did I not seize that perfect opportunity to show off?”
“…That wasn’t to show off, okay?” Jack said, speechless.
Grinning, Damon replied, “Not much of a difference, anyway. That scene will soon spread through those journalists, after all, it’s a hot topic.”
Meanwhile, the stadium’s front door had begun admitting ticket holders.
On each side of the gate stood two Three-eyed Blood Foxes, one black fox creature with three pairs of white eyes, silently watching the audience go through the security checks.
