In the outskirts of Keystone City, a grand performance was unfolding.
Corleif Circus, from the UK, featuring the world's most renowned circus performers, was presenting an elaborately crafted show to the enthusiastic citizens of Keystone City.
Female aerial silks, grand trampolines, windless flight, animal acts, clowns riding fire wheels… each program, blending magic and technology, elicited loud cheers from the audience.
A grand chorus of bears, monkeys, horses, lions, and tigers pushed the atmosphere to its peak.
The climax had arrived; the grand finale was about to begin.
Amidst the majestic roar of a lion, all lights dimmed, plunging the venue into darkness. Then, specks of starlight appeared, flickering and transforming into feathers enveloped in white holy light, like angels' fallen wings.
The feathers danced with the wind, brushing past countless faces and hands, and amidst gasps of disbelief, they converged at the center of the stage.
A flash of white light, followed by a bang.
Countless doves flapped their wings and flew outwards. From the writhing shadows, a sexy woman in fishnet stockings slowly rose.
"Zatanna!"
"Zatanna!"
"Zatanna!"
…The audience cheered loudly, chanting the woman's name, clearly indicating her immense popularity.
The woman had a captivating face, with fiery red lips that accentuated her charm to the fullest. She wore a magician's characteristic top hat and a tailcoat, with her chest collar wide open, revealing smooth, pale skin and a deep, endless cleavage.
Her figure was excellent: large breasts, a slender waist, and unusually full hips. Coupled with her unique attire, she incited the male audience to roar like rutting beasts.
"More!"
"More!"
"More!"
…The sound was deafening, almost tearing the roof off.
The woman chuckled, removing her tailcoat and tossing it to a man in the front row. Then, she unbuttoned her collar, revealing a black lace bra. Simultaneously, a feather rain began to fall from the sky, countless feathers descending and draping the woman in a thin, light veil.
The veil danced, and more clothing was continually thrown out, snatched by the excited male audience: a shirt, stockings, a lace bra, lace panties. In a short while, only a white glow remained amidst the feather rain.
The eager men's eyes were wide and round, wishing they could transform into feathers to glimpse the magnificent beauty beneath the sheer veil.
Her snow-white body danced among the feathers, like a blessing bestowed by Aphrodite.
The venue fell into an eerie silence. One second… two seconds… three seconds… four seconds… ten seconds later, with a bang, the feathers vanished, and the view went dark, then quickly brightened again. The sexy woman, now impeccably dressed, appeared on stage, holding her top hat in her right hand, bowing to the audience.
"Bravo!"
"That was cool!"
"Zatanna, I love you."
The quiet venue erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and the audience applauded, even the female spectators, who had been conflicted by the "provocative" performance, did not hold back their applause.
The magic was truly wonderful, seemingly real yet illusory, just like actual magic.
Following this was Zatanna's solo performance. She showcased three magic tricks in total, each act creating a wave of excitement. The show continued until ten in the evening, finally drawing to a close under the audience's reluctant gaze.
As the audience left, Zatanna, the star of the show, returned to her room. An hour of continuous performance had left her somewhat tired and in need of rest.
Opening the door, she immediately saw a large bouquet of black roses placed on her dressing table.
"These Americans, don't they know any tricks?"
Zatanna grumbled irritably, picking up the black roses and dropping them into a vase. Just as she was about to remove her makeup, a sound suddenly came from behind her.
"It seems you don't like my roses."
Zatanna quickly turned around and, upon seeing the young man at the doorway, angrily shouted,
"Who are you? Who let you in? Ron, Ron, damn it, where did he go? There's a thief here, catch him quickly."
"Alright, Miss Magician, stop shouting. I'm not a thief, and I mean you no harm."
Luke spread his hands, indicating he had no weapons. Zatanna didn't believe him at all. She took a dagger from a drawer, pointing its tip at Luke. "Who exactly are you? This is backstage. How did you get in?"
Luke shrugged. "Would you believe me if I said I own sixty percent of the circus?"
"Do you take me for a fool? I'm warning you, leave immediately, or I'll call the police."
Luke sighed, "Miss Magician, why are you so wary? I just want to discuss a business deal with you."
"Only a ghost would believe you. I've seen many people like you."
As she spoke, Zatanna retreated backward, her right hand behind her back, a flicker of fire appearing in her palm. If the other party dared to make any untoward move, she would make him regret ever coming into this world.
Luke shook his head helplessly, took out his phone, and made a call.
Soon, the circus owner, Bell Stone, rushed over, explained in a low voice, then gave Luke a look that all men understood, and quickly left.
Luke smiled, "Now we can talk, right?"
Zatanna put down the dagger, her face full of disbelief. This young man really bought the circus? Sixty percent of the shares? That meant he was the boss now?
This was too exaggerated. Did he have so much money he couldn't spend it all?
"You… what exactly do you want to do? I'm warning you, I'm very capable. If you dare to have any ill intentions towards me, I… I will absolutely not let you off."
"Miss Magician, don't think of me as a creature who only thinks with his lower body. I came to you not because I'm interested in your body, but in your abilities." Luke pulled up a chair and sat opposite her.
"Let me put it this way: I recently need to go on an adventure. That area is very dangerous, with many magical creatures. The only way to deal with magic is with magic, and that's why I'm here."
Magic?
Zatanna was startled, her eyes a little evasive.
"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person. I'm a magician, not a sorceress."
Luke chuckled. "Before I came to you, I conducted a detailed investigation into your family background. Your family has wizard blood, practicing magic for generations. Your father, Mr. Zatara, is renowned, and your mother also has considerable magical talent."
"I came to you with no ill will, only to ask for your help."
Luke took out a business card and a bank card. "There's a hundred thousand dollars in the card as a deposit. After the matter is concluded, I'll give you another three hundred thousand as payment."
"Think it over carefully. Give me your answer by eight tomorrow morning."
With that, he turned and left.
"Wait a minute." Zatanna said urgently, "What will you do if I don't agree?"
Luke said in a low voice, "That would anger me, and angering someone you can't afford to offend has severe consequences."
Zatanna gritted her teeth. "I don't even know who you are."
"My name is on the business card. You can look it up online."
As his words fell, he had already disappeared.
Zatanna quickly opened her laptop, typed "Luke Shaw" from the business card into the search page, and after clicking, countless results appeared:
Founder of ShowMe!
A super young man worth billions!
The mysterious son of the underworld!
An industry legend, the youngest self-made billionaire in history!
…Dozens of lines of information made Zatanna's head spin. She quickly realized that if she refused the "invitation," the outcome would be very unfavorable.
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