Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Chapter 211: The Space That Carries

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The next day, the headline “The Most Arrogant Bodyguard in Entertainment History” topped the trending searches.

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The post began by praising the grand spectacle of Mathilda Ward’s concert last night, including the costumes, props, and the cool and handsome dance moves; then, it moved on to complain about the bodyguard.

“This is the most arrogant bodyguard I’ve seen in my years in the entertainment industry.”

“Normally, after the concert starts, bodyguards are supposed to maintain order below the stage to prevent people from rushing onto the stage and disrupting the star’s performance.”

“But this bodyguard wandered around the stage from beginning to end of the concert, pacing back and forth.”

“Even that wouldn’t have been so bad, but whenever it was a critical moment, he would steal Mathilda Ward’s camera shots, sometimes even standing right in front of her – this isn’t a bodyguard, he’s acting like an old-timer.”

“With all that said, 1 have to commend Mathilda Ward’s temperament. Even in these circumstances, she didn’t get angry or upset; instead, she maintained a good state and finished the concert.”

“I bet that after this incident, this guy will definitely be gone, I’d gamble my career on it.”

In the middle of this article, many screenshots of the bodyguard in black were embedded, each depicting him barging into the key shots and blocking the camera.

Not only did this entertainment blogger post about it, but ever since the end of the concert last night, the word ‘bodyguard’ heated up like wildfire.

Especially on major platforms’ live broadcast videos, the barrage of comments featured phrases like ‘that damn bodyguard,’ ‘get lost,’ ‘don’t block Ihsa,’ etc.

However, the focus of many female students was different compared to the men.

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-Although this bodyguard is hateful, haven’t you noticed how handsome he is?” “More than handsome, did you notice the way he walks? The invisible aura of dominance he exudes feels even more oppressing than my dad’s.”

“Who is your dad?”

“Mayor of Cloud Storage City.”

“This guy might be arrogant, but he’s so cool; watching him makes my heart flutter. Do you think this could be a special act for the concert to boost popularity?”

“Possibly…”

in Mist River City, at the dining table, Glenn Clark passed his mobile phone to Doris Clark: “Mom, take a look at this guy. I always feel like it’s Brother Jack.”

“Jack? Wasn’t he cultivating at the Alien Beast Battlefield?”

Doris Clark took the phone somewhat puzzled, her eyes landing on the black figure on stage, revealing a look of surprise.

After browsing with the phone for a while, Doris Clark suddenly said, “Jim, you haven’t told anyone else that this person looks like Jack, have you?”

Glenn Clark scratched his head: “Last night, while watching the concert live with the others at May’s place, I mentioned it, but I wasn’t sure at the time.”

Doris Clark fell silent for a moment: “Jim, don’t tell others that he’s your brother, understand?”

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Although Jack Clark had slightly altered his facial features with a medicinal solution and was wearing sunglasses, as his mother, Dons Clark could not possibly fail to recognize him.

After all, it wasn’t plastic surgery; she was more than familiar with his figure and demeanor.

Yet the Jack Clark who was supposed to be at the Alien Beast Battlefield showed up at a star’s concert and hadn’t called home afterward, clearly indicating he was on some kind of mission.

Glenn Clark wasn’t stupid, he understood as soon as Doris Clark hinted at it and nodded, “Mom, I understand what you mean.”

Cloud Sky Building.

In Mathilda Ward’s private restaurant on the thirty-first floor, Damon Lopes put down his phone, looking at Jack Clark who was quietly eating breakfast opposite him, and said enviously, “Brother Callum, you’re famous now.” Jack Clark replied indifferently, “This sort of thing is meaningless to us. And by ‘famous,’ do you mean the people out there shouting to hit me with a club?” Mathilda Ward on the opposite side laughed, her eyes sparkling with humor, “It’s not all negative news. Many people are saying you’re very handsome.” “Moreover, some of my female fans have even sent private messages to my assistant, asking when 1’11 fire Brother Callum, so they can hire him as their personal bodyguard.”

The more Mathilda Ward spoke, the more envious Damon Lopes became.

Because last night had let this guy finish the act.

To this, Jack Clark shook his head; he didn’t expect the entertainment industry of this world to be so crazy.

At that moment, Mathilda Ward expressed some doubts, “What do you think was Akunus’s purpose last night? It willingly exposed itself.”

When the conversation turned serious, Damon Lopes thought for a while, ‘I think it probably wanted to intimidate us and shake things up a bit to test the protective forces around you.”

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“Besides that, it likely wanted to see how the Federation would play its hand.” “If they station a strong man to protect you 24 hours a day, its True Body certainly wouldn’t dare to appear, but pretending to let down their guard would also seem unnatural.”

“After all, you are the Daughter of the Mysterious Martial Sky King, and it has already made you its target.”

With Akunus exposing itself this time, it had indeed disrupted many of the Federation’s plans at once.

Jack Clark also furrowed his brows in contemplation of the problem. Mathilda Ward shook her head, “Anyway, all of this doesn’t matter. It will definitely make a move before I die unless it decides it doesn’t want to.” Mathilda Ward didn’t continue on what ‘it’ wouldn’t want.

Then, Mathilda Ward smiled, “Let’s leave these issues for the higher-ups to worry about. Those think tanks are better at handling these things. Oh, we are taking an airplane this afternoon directly to Cross Mountain Country.” “The Martial Arts world there has been somewhat chaotic these past few years. The Intelligence Department has information that some cultivation families may be secretly colluding with the Evil God Sect, but it’s well-hidden.” To the side, the assistant Marla Fiore couldn’t understand, “Why would these people betray the Federation instead of just living good lives?”