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“Yes, it’s best to make sure he can’t get on stage next time.”

“Make him lie in a hospital for a month…”

Watching the arrogant bodyguard wandering all over the stage, sometimes blocking their goddess, many male fans felt their jealousy thoroughly provoked.

Too arrogant, too enviable. They couldn’t quell the hatred in their hearts without giving him a good beating.

However, there were also those who remained calm.

“Brothers, investing… no, crowdfunding should be done with caution. Be careful that those two guys calling for crowdfunding to beat someone up are scammers…”

“I made three hundred bucks selling fish yesterday, I’m also going to join the crowdfunding.” Glenn Clark excitedly joined the group that was crowdfunding to beat someone up in Mist River City.

Hmm, they dare to beat up my brother? Just wait till I tip him off.

Jack Clark, of course, knew nothing about these developments. After wandering around the stage for a few laps, he made his way to the side of the stage.

This time there were no problems.

Although there were many disdainful stares from the audience, these were merely expressions of dissatisfaction for obstructing Mathilda Ward, not the same deep malice as from the Evil God Sect Cultists.

Those cultists’ ideologies had been influenced, including those contaminated by the spiritual control of the Blood God Acunus.

Looking at people with such eyes was like looking from a demon from hell, filled with intense malice.

This was also the reason why Jack Clark was able to accurately identify Evil God Sect Cultists.

Since there were no problems this time, Jack Clark was happy to have an easy job, his gaze resting on the beautiful figure moving around the stage, singing and interacting with the audience.

Watching that smile bloom like a flower, her face full of youthful vitality, Jack Clark sighed softly in his heart.

Who would have thought that this glowing girl had less than three months to live?

As for thinking of ways to help, Jack Clark hadn’t considered it, after all, that was an ‘injury’ that even the entire Federation, including Heavenly King Level powerhouses, were helpless to heal.

Issues involving the soul were not something a Sixth Heaven cultivator like him could consider.

This kind of imperfection was different from his Soul Split; although his soul had split and half of it had become the body of a Giant Beast, the essence of his soul was still whole.

So all Jack Clark could do was ensure to protect her with all his strength and let her choose her own method of Hibernation.

In the best seats of the first row just below the stage, Sinclair Moore sat, more handsome than most women, with Gwen Gail by his side.

At that moment, the fox-eared girl’s eyes shone brightly as she watched Mathilda Ward on the stage, somewhat excitedly, “Brother, what do you think about me becoming a big star like Sister Ilisa?”

With a bit of a headache, Sinclair Moore replied, “Moon, you still have to go to school. Let’s talk about the star thing after you graduate.”

“But didn’t you say you would support me in everything?” the fox-eared girl pouted.

“That’s different. You know about Miss Ward’s injury. She doesn’t have time, so she can do whatever she wants, but we are different.”

“We are Descendants of the King and have our own responsibilities. We’re only here for a month this time, and then I have to go back and prepare for The Road to Becoming a God.”

“You’ll have to come back with me when that time comes; I don’t feel at ease with you alone out here.”

“…Alright.”

More than two hours later, the concert ended smoothly without any incident.

It was just that damn bodyguard who once again interrupted the interaction between Mathilda Ward and her fans.

Too despicable.

Although the concert was over, many people were still busy. The new media folks were editing tomorrow morning’s articles.

Even those who were always first with the news had already sent out sensational headlines like “That Bodyguard is Still So Arrogant” and “Is That Bodyguard the World’s Most Awesome Bodyguard?”

Meanwhile, Glenn Clark was also occupied.

[International Proxy Group]

“Group admin, are you sure you can get in touch with an expert from Gunardo?”

“Yeah, admin, it’s not that we don’t trust you, but we don’t want to be fooled out of this month’s salary.”

Tyrant Blade Slashes: “Don’t worry everyone, I have a cousin in Mason City, and he is also a cultivator. The Blood Tiger Martial Arts Hall where he’s at is quite renowned locally.”

“Especially the owner, Napoleon Knowles, is a Fifth Layer expert in Genetic Martial Arts with very strong combat power. He once fought and killed a Level 5 Alien Beast as tall as a four-story building outright.”

“Hiss! That’s so powerful.”

“That’s amazing.”

Super Second Generation: “I just had someone look it up online, and there really is a Blood Tiger Martial Arts Hall in Mason City, run by Napoleon Knowles. Tyrant Blade wasn’t lying.”

Tyrant Blade Slashes: “Don’t worry, everyone. My brother holds a high position in the Blood Tiger Martial Arts Hall, and even if we can’t get Master Knowles himself to make a move, we can still find other experts.”

“Moreover, we will supervise this fundraising together, ensuring transparency. Plus, once we secure a good fighter, I will have them do a live stream, so everyone can feel assured, right?”

“Haha… Now we can rest easy, Tyrant Blade brother is generous.”

“The big shot has such extensive connections, too impressive.”

“Eh, this brother, why is your online name Tiger Overlord? Do you know Darren Callum?”

“Haha… No, I don’t know him. I just saw his name Darren Callum, so I picked an even more arrogant name to one-up him.”

“And your name is Tyrion Luther, isn’t it?”

Despite the fierce online posturing, less than 1,100 people ended up joining the proxy group in the end.

With contributions of a few hundred here and a thousand there, and a few sizable donations of ten thousand, they gathered just over a million.

Then Tyrant Blade took out a hundred thousand, and the Super Second Generation coughed up more than seven hundred thousand in one go, summing up to two million to pay as remuneration for a Fifth Layer Heaven expert to take action.

Among those in this international proxy group, aside from Glenn Clark, a few official personnel had also mixed in, such as Sinclair Moore who had been fanning the flames in the chat group earlier.

The reason, of course, was to see if there were any Evil God Sect infiltrators among them.

At night, Doris Clark got up to use the toilet and noticed a sliver of light under Glenn Clark’s door; she couldn’t help but call out, “Jim, go to sleep earlier. You have to go to school tomorrow.”

“I know, Mom.”

The next day, at the airport.

“Sister Ilisa, you’re leaving so soon?” Gwen Gail said, holding onto Mathilda Ward with a hint of reluctance.

Mathilda Ward patted Gwen Gail on the head: “The schedule is already set, and it’s not easy to change. Otherwise, I’d stay a few more days with you.”

Over there, Hannah Gail was speaking to Jack Clark in a somewhat solemn tone, “Both of you, be extra careful when you head over there.”

“Gunardo is steeped in the ways of Genetic Martial Arts. Due to policy issues, the martial arts scene there is chaotic. The Evil God Sect has been detected more frequently in recent years, and despite multiple crackdowns, they remain uneradicated.”

“They will likely take action this time with your arrival.”

Jack Clark nodded: “I know. This morning, Mr. Lopes and I already received a message about it, and we’ll be very cautious.”

This morning, Jack Clark and Damon Lopes had already received news from the Federal Intelligence Agency. There were some anomalies on the route from Kuoer Airport to Mason City.

Law enforcement officers had recently noticed that some idlers were constantly taking pictures on that route with their mobile phones.

Although inspections revealed only commonplace photos on the phones, combined with the imminent visit of Mathilda Ward, these activities seemed suspicious.

Furthermore, upon closer inspection, when combining these images, it became apparent that they covered most of the scenes on the route.

It was clear the Evil God Sect was mobilizing, even preparing an attack along the way.

To avoid spooking the quarry, the Intelligence Department pretended not to notice, readying a counter-ambush. Meanwhile, over a dozen high-definition satellites were trained on that road.

Besides that, Jack Clark also received a text message from Glenn Clark.

He hadn’t expected the guy to actually have infiltrated some International Proxy Group, where a bunch of Mathilda Ward’s fans had gathered over a million, and at the next stop, had found a Fifth Heaven cultivator ready to beat him up.

To gain trust, Glenn Clark even painfully spent three hundred bucks, enough for him to buy lots of meat buns to eat.

Thinking of this, Jack Clark was somewhat speechless.

Fifth Layer Heaven Great Expert…

Damon Lopes, eager for action, chuckled, “If those guys don’t show themselves, fine, but if they dare come out, Daoist Master will let them experience the wrath of thunder.”

Finally, it was his turn to show off.

Damon Lopes was somewhat excited.

All this time, it had always been Jack Clark stealing the limelight, such as today where international entertainment headlines featured him again.

Even though they were all Mathilda Ward’s bodyguards.

As an eager Damon Lopes looked forward to his moment, the international flight loaded with powerful weapons began to glide, then lifted off the ground sharply.

Soon, with the roar of the engines, the airplane vanished into the sky..