Chapter 206: Miss Magician
The Grand Finale
In the outskirts of Keystone City, a grand performance was underway.
Cliff's Circus, featuring some of the world's most renowned circus performers from England, was presenting a carefully crafted show for the enthusiastic citizens of Keystone City.
Female silk aerialists, giant trampolines, "flying without wind," animal acts, and a clown riding a flaming wheel—one spectacular act after another, blending fantasy and technology, elicited loud cheers from the audience.
A grand choir performance by bears, monkeys, horses, lions, and tigers pushed the atmosphere to its absolute peak.
As the show reached its climax, the main event entered the stage.
Amidst the majestic roar of a lion, the lights dimmed completely, plunging the venue into darkness, only for tiny points of starlight to appear. The shimmering lights transformed into feathers enveloped in white holy light, like the fallen wings of an angel.
The feathers danced on the breeze, brushing countless faces and hands, and with gasps of disbelief, they converged in the center of the stage.
A burst of white light, followed by a loud pop.
Countless doves flapped their wings, flying outwards. From the creeping shadows, a sexy woman in hollow-out fishnet stockings slowly rose.
"Zatanna!"
"Zatanna!"
"Zatanna!"
...
The audience cheered loudly, chanting the woman's name. It was clear she was immensely popular.
The woman had a captivating face, and her fiery red lips maximized her charm. She wore the tall top hat typical of a magician and a swallow-tailed coat. The lapels of her coat were wide open, revealing soft, white skin and deep cleavage.
Her figure was exceptional: large-chested, slender-waisted, and unusually full-hipped. Combined with her unique costume, the male audience members started roaring like wild beasts in heat.
"Do one!"
"Do one!"
"Do one!"
...
The noise was deafening, nearly lifting the roof.
The woman smiled playfully, took off her swallow-tailed coat, and tossed it to a man in the front row. She then unbuttoned her collar, revealing a black lace bra. Simultaneously, a rain of feathers began to fall from the ceiling, draping the woman in a thin, sheer veil.
As the veil danced, more articles of clothing were tossed out and snatched up by excited male audience members: a shirt, stockings, hollow-out lingerie, and hollow-out panties. In a moment, only a patch of white light remained in the feather rain.
The "wolves" in the audience had their eyes wide, wishing they could transform into feathers to see the magnificent view beneath the sheer veil.
The snow-white flesh danced amidst the feathers, like a divine blessing bestowed by Aphrodite.
The venue fell into a strange silence. The crowd held their breath, staring intently. One second... two seconds... three seconds... four seconds... After ten seconds, with a sudden pop, the feathers vanished. The vision turned dark, then quickly returned to light. The sexy woman, fully and neatly dressed, stood on the stage, top hat in hand, bending low to bow to the audience.
"Bravo!"
"That was cool!"
"Zatanna, I love you!"
The silent hall erupted into thunderous cheers and applause. Even the female audience members, conflicted over the "risque" performance, couldn't help but clap.
The magic was truly superb—so real it felt like actual sorcery.
Zatanna's solo performance followed. She showcased three more tricks, each one triggering a fresh wave of excitement. The show continued until 10 p.m. before finally concluding to the audience's reluctant farewells.
A Business Proposition
The audience departed, and Zatanna, the star of the show, returned to her dressing room, weary and in need of rest after an hour of non-stop performance.
She opened the door and was immediately greeted by a large bouquet of black roses placed on her vanity table.
"These Americans, don't they know any other trick?" Zatanna grumbled irritably, taking the black roses and tossing them into a vase. Just as she was about to remove her makeup, a sound came from behind her.
"Looks like you don't like my roses."
Zatanna whirled around. Seeing the young man standing in the doorway, she yelled furiously,
"Who are you? Who let you in? Ron! Ron! Damn it, where did he go? There's a thief here! Grab him, quick!"
"Alright, Miss Magician, stop shouting. I'm not a thief, and I mean you no harm." Luke spread his hands, showing he was unarmed. Zatanna didn't believe him. She grabbed a dagger from a drawer and pointed the tip at Luke. "Who exactly are you, and how did you get backstage?"
Luke shrugged. "Would you believe me if I said I own sixty percent of the circus?"
"Do you think I'm an idiot? I'm warning you, leave immediately, or I'm calling the police!"
Luke sighed. "Miss Magician, why are you so guarded? I simply wanted to discuss a business deal with you."
"Only a fool would believe you. I've met plenty of people like you." As she spoke, Zatanna retreated, her right hand behind her back, where a flicker of fire was starting to appear in her palm. If the man made any indecent move, she'd make him regret ever being born.
Luke shook his head helplessly. He pulled out his phone and made a call.
Soon, the circus owner, Bill Stone, rushed over, explained the situation in a low voice, then gave Luke a look of male understanding before quickly leaving.
Luke smiled. "Can we talk now?"
Zatanna put down the dagger, her face incredulous. This young man had really bought the circus? Sixty percent ownership meant he was the boss?
That's too much! Does he have so much money he doesn't know what to do with it?
"W-what do you want? I'm warning you, I'm very powerful. If you dare to have any malicious intentions toward me, I—I absolutely will not let you get away with it."
"Miss Magician, don't imagine me as a creature who thinks only with his lower body. I'm here not because I'm interested in your physique, but in your ability." Luke pulled up a chair and sat across from her.
"Let me put it this way: I need to undertake an expedition soon. That area is very dangerous and is filled with magical creatures. The only thing that can fight magic is magic. That's why I'm here."
Magic?
Zatanna was startled, her eyes flickering.
"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person. I'm a magician, not a sorceress."
Luke chuckled. "Before looking for you, I did a thorough check of your family background. Your family has a lineage of wizardry and has practiced magic for generations. Your father, Mr. Zatara, is well-known, and your mother also possessed considerable magical talent."
"I came here with no ill will. I just want to ask for your help."
Luke produced a business card and a bank card. "The card contains $100,000 as a retainer. After the job is done, I'll pay you another $300,000 as compensation."
"Think it over carefully. Give me your answer by 8 a.m. tomorrow."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Zatanna called out urgently. "What will you do if I refuse?"
Luke said softly, "That would anger me, and anger a person you can't afford to mess with. The cost would be severe."
Zatanna bit her lip. "I don't even know who you are."
"My name is on the card. You can look me up online."
As he finished speaking, he vanished.
Zatanna quickly opened her laptop and typed the name "Luke Shaw" from the business card into the search engine. When she clicked search, countless results flooded in:
Founder of ShowMe!
Super Teenager with a Net Worth of $1 Billion!
Mysterious Son of the Underworld!
Industry Legend: Youngest Self-Made Billionaire in History!
...
Dozens of lines of information made Zatanna's head spin. She quickly realized that refusing the "invitation" would likely have a very unfortunate outcome.
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