American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

The dancers, their sequined adorable outfits swaying, prostrated themselves on either side of the T-shaped runway like the most submissive court servants, as if welcoming their master's arrival.

Influenced by the surrounding atmosphere, the noisy waves gradually subsided, and the unrestrained gangsters and illegal immigrants quieted down, their eyes all turning to the stage.

The ceiling lights stopped spinning, dimming all their light except for a bright white beam that shone on the gold-embroidered curtain in the center.

Carlos appeared there at some point and gently raised the microphone.

"Distinguished guests from afar, the grand finale of tonight's show is about to begin. Please calm yourselves and welcome our star dancers."

—Santa Nicole, the Goddess of the Night!

He bowed and withdrew, and the soft music grew even lower until it was as faint as the whispered secrets of lovers in the night.

A vast curtain, like the starry sky, was drawn back, and the dense darkness writhed and shifted, like a blooming flower, slowly revealing a graceful and slender figure.

Her bare feet were whiter than the snow-white marble above, and she walked gracefully out on the scarlet carpet with alluring cat-like steps.

Almost all the males present swallowed hard, and without anyone's instruction, the air fell silent.

The woman wore a magnificent feathered crown, and her deep eyes shone like a river of stars, radiating a dazzling light from within. With just a glance, it could penetrate one's flesh and go straight into one's soul.

Her crimson lips curled slightly, and with a gentle wave of her delicate hand, her multicolored cloak fluttered, and a long, white-gold shadow suddenly darted out.

Chapter 335 The Queen Who Dances with Snakes

A dangerous, cold-blooded creature wriggles and moves.

The gasps from the crowd were so loud they almost stirred up a gust of wind.

It was a python as thick as an arm.

It gently coiled around her delicate body, its platinum-like scales rubbing against her ivory skin, making it difficult to discern which was more lustrous and dazzling.

With her swan-like neck fully extended, Santana proudly raised her head to the sky, as if the hundreds of ordinary people below the stage were not worthy of even a single noble glance.

She leaped lightly, swaying her body gracefully, her fit and voluptuous figure appearing to float in the air, leaving an elegant trail with every step.

From her shoulders to her fingertips, from her waist to her ankles, every sway and turn of her body displayed a suppleness beyond human imagination. In a trance, she seemed to merge with the white python, transforming into a giant feathered serpent with colorful wings on its back, coiled atop the majestic seven-story pyramid, accepting the worship of all living beings with indifference and pity.

The scene blurred and changed, as if the audience's hearts were being pulled into a time tunnel by some unknown force, watching a grand festival unfold.

The illusion was both real and unreal. On the obsidian altar, exquisite gold artifacts were displayed alongside beating, vibrant hearts. Aztec priests, their bodies covered in bright paint, danced and swayed to strange rhythms.

Amidst the swirling and echoing of mysterious prayers, numerous robust and beautiful young men and women, their faces filled with fervor, willingly slit their own wrists and throats, allowing the warm liquid, symbolizing life and soul, to soak the ground, flowing from streams into lakes, and from lakes into oceans.

As the smooth, soft arch of the foot steps down, clusters of red flowers rise—are they the splashes of sacrificial blood? Or the fluttering carpet fibers? History and the present, reality and illusion, intertwine at this moment.

The dance grew more intense, and a layer of soft, glistening sweat seeped from the woman's skin. With every gesture, she stirred the wildest and most primal desires in the viewers, making their blood boil and a flame burning fiercely in their chests.

The white python's winding, coiled form was like a refreshing, cool rain falling from the sky, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace that extinguished any restless thoughts.

If the former is demonic, then the latter... is nothing short of divine.

The interplay of savagery and sanctity draws viewers into a feast for both the eyes and the soul.

Faced with such a wondrous sight, one can only bow down in reverence.

……

……

"Such a powerful spiritual influence." If it weren't for the vampire lady's superb makeup skills honed over a hundred years, Zhu Mingyao's face would be filled with astonishment.

The opponent's move almost affected him as well. Looking at the Jeko brothers, who were clinging to the glass wall like madmen, and Serena, whose mind was wavering and whose face was full of emotions, Zhu Mingyao really thought more highly of them.

Judging solely from her aura, the woman's performance seemed to exceed expectations; she must have something else to rely on.

"A few friends who have come from afar want to discuss a business deal with me?" A soft, alluring voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, vibrated in my ears. A woman draped in a shimmering white light rose to her feet and walked towards the private room, seemingly stepping through the air.

This amazing scene did not attract much attention, simply because on the stage, there was still the same agile figure dancing gracefully.

She passed through the glass without any hindrance, her jade-like fingers lightly flicking Richard's tie. The already infatuated man immediately knelt down and, with extreme reverence, cupped her bare, beautiful feet.

It looks like an R-rated scene is about to unfold.

"cough!"

An abrupt, oblivious cough shattered the ambiguous atmosphere and jolted the group out of their daze.

Serena's fingers hung loosely at her sides, her face calm and expressionless, but she was actually ready to strike.

Seth wiped the drool from his mouth, grabbed his still bewildered brother, and cautiously retreated.

“You wanted to see someone who could make the decision, and now that I’m here, take out the things first.” Santa Nico’s eyes gleamed with a strange light as she gave the black-haired youth, who had broken through her spiritual charm, a deep look.

A round, flat box made of black and white crystals was quietly presented, with dozens of golden and red "pearls" arranged neatly in a row.

"You want to know what this is?" Santa Nicole's eager gaze swept over it and then disappeared.

Without a second thought, she swept the suitcase aside, leaving the priceless bonds scattered all over the floor. She then playfully sat on the table, her shapely bottom provocatively raised, yet exuding a queenly aura that commanded respect and deterred any disrespect.

“It doesn’t hurt to tell you. You used to work for the federal government, so you should know about the so-called ‘baptism’ ceremony of the special departments, right?” She smiled calmly at the Jack brothers.

The two nodded silently. As a superpower that dominates the world, it naturally possesses the technology to make ordinary people extraordinary. However, it is difficult to promote it on a large scale due to its cost and danger. Their superpowers are the reward for their hard work and dedication.

Santa Nicole reached out and beckoned a crystal-clear wine glass from the cabinet. She held it up to the light and carefully wiped away a speck of dust.

"Ambitious as they are, they certainly won't be satisfied with such inefficient methods forever, and this capsule is a new attempt; it has a simple and blunt name."

——【Superpower】”

The woman's deep gaze swept across the crowd on the first floor. "As the name suggests, it abandons cumbersome magical rituals and expensive and rare auxiliary materials. One pill takes effect immediately."

"By extracting a spark of spiritual potential from ordinary people who lack the relevant talent, they can leap to near-Knight-level superhuman abilities, surpassing the years of arduous training of many extraordinary individuals. For those who already possess extraordinary abilities, further consumption can provide a significant boost..."

She sighed with deep emotion, "...The most unbelievable thing is that the success rate is one hundred percent!"

"This is impossible!"

Before Zhu Mingyao could speak, Serena frowned and questioned him.

"No system in this world can create something out of nothing. To unlock the source of spirituality in mortal objects, one must pay a huge price. Without rituals and materials as compensation, how can such an effect be achieved?"

“I don’t know about that. Perhaps you can try one and experience it for yourselves.” Santa Nicole watched the dance below slowly come to an end.

"Madam, please don't try to change the subject. What we want to know is the source of the [Superpower] potion, that is, what its specific raw materials are, and where it is manufactured?"

Zhu Mingyao deliberately used his strange accent to expose the woman's evasive tactics.

“We are not naive fools. The existence of this drug is unknown even to major organizations, so it is clearly a newly developed drug.”

Since your men were able to contact the Jeko brothers immediately and were willing to risk angering the Federation to provide them with protection, it means you must know more secrets. Please don't hesitate to share them with us.

Chapter 336 The Killing Begins

The atmosphere suddenly turned somber.

"Young man, didn't anyone tell you to speak politely...?"

Her beautiful face seemed completely unconcerned, still facing the stage, enjoying the ugly spectacle of the "toys" frantically groveling, only lightly rebuking them.

But in that soft, cotton-like gulp, a strange darkness suddenly descended!

The indoor light dimmed in an instant, but Santanic's radiant white glow intensified, making her appear as white as frost and snow.

A fierce chill arose out of nowhere, like hundreds of invisible blades piercing the air and dragging those present into a bottomless, icy abyss.

"Achoo!" Richard, who had just come to his senses, felt an itch in his nostrils. He sneezed, and the sneezes turned into specks of frost.

Tiny, illusory icicles appeared on the floor, spreading silently like strands of translucent thorns, their subtle direction clearly pointing to that outspoken person!

However, the next second, the scorching heat flowed wildly like a blooming rose, and the bone-chilling cold instantly melted away.

The exaggeratedly curved crimson scimitar swept diagonally, causing flames to leap and rise, just like the Chu-Han border, dividing the private room into two worlds.

Hidden in the flames, the Mamluk cavalrymen taunted their chainmail, just as they had done for centuries when they roamed North Africa.

This attitude immediately elicited a response. The chill paused for a moment, then, as if provoked, it surged back with the force of a monstrous wave, instantly suppressing the spirit warrior. The sinister and wicked aura moved and stabbed like steel needles, trying to completely destroy the very foundation of its existence!

"Pro!"

Accompanied by the strong, flat tongue sounds of the island nation, the yellow talisman held between the index and middle fingers moved swiftly, and the pentagram of the bellflower, emitting a gentle yellow light, was instantly formed. Although the defensive line it erected was on the verge of collapse, it never fell.

The young man bowed slightly, perfectly mimicking that hypocritical style, "Respected lady, why bother getting angry with a mere shikigami? We have no intention of offending you; we are here to make a sincere transaction. Please calm your wrath."

Although his words were polite, the eerie blue arcs of electricity crackling around the potion box in his palm clearly revealed his unspoken message.

Your strength is indeed far superior to mine, but I can easily part ways with you.

Under the veiled threat, Santanic could no longer maintain her composure and looked over solemnly.

“Ignorant people, since you insist on getting to the bottom of things, I hope your capacity can withstand the truth.”

The woman shook her head, her expression containing a hint of mockery.

Do you know who these people down there are?

Before anyone could answer, she revealed the answer herself.

"They were gangsters who lost a battle for territory, wanted murderers, loan sharks with blood on their hands... a bunch of scum."

Santanic pointed out each detail, a faint sneer playing on her lips: "They've gathered here to smuggle themselves into the Federation, to make their mark on that prosperous land, and Cloud Bar is the final stop on this arduous journey."

"Thanks to the federal government's overt and covert plunder of the countries of the Southern Continent for over a century, every year countless marginalized people like them, harboring the same dreams, wander along the northern border, waiting for an opportunity."

"Bankrupt farmers whose grain prices were crushed by ADM, banana workers squeezed by United Fruit... there are so many, and this is the only way to grasp that glimmer of hope for changing their fate in despair."

She softly recited the well-known quote: "The tragedy lies in the fact that heaven is too far away and the Union is too near."

Faithfully fulfilling his character's greedy nature, Zhu Mingyao pressed on, "The issue of illegal immigrants to the Federal Republic is none of our business as ordinary citizens in the Far East. Please get straight to the point."

"Heh, here's a hint: with the Federation's overwhelming national strength, if they were determined, they could at least stop 70-80% of illegal immigrants. Why don't they do that?"

Santanic floated up gracefully, pointing towards the dark mass of heads beside the stage.

"Because humans themselves are a precious resource, low-cost laborers, experimental subjects for pharmaceutical companies, or even more cruel uses..."

"You mean..." As a creature of darkness, Serena sensed the deep malice within before her temporary partner could even begin to make connections.

"The [Superpower] potion is also made from human ingredients!"

"You must have overlooked the most crucial element, right?" Zhu Mingyao calmly pointed out the flaw.

"As the most intelligent of all beings, human flesh and soul do indeed contain wondrous spirituality, but when averaged out to an individual, it is still extremely limited."