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"Forget it, the higher-level municipal departments are all a bunch of misers. Even if you wait until next year, there's no hope!"

The capable-looking middle-aged policewoman took out two high-powered flashlights, turned them on, and tossed one to her partner.

"And... Remus, be gentle with the police cars. Those shrewd guys won't agree to let the town give us new cars."

Two bright beams of light pierced the night, like sharp swords cutting through the black curtain.

The heavy body creaked under his feet on the abandoned wooden pier, as if it would break at any moment. Black police officer Rhombine tried to walk quietly. He shone his flashlight on the half-submerged corpse, its flesh half-gone, resembling a bloody skeleton, and hissed in a cold breath.

"My God, it's bitten like that... could it be a crocodile?"

“How could that be? This isn’t Florida!” Officer Julie shook her head, denying her partner’s guess.

"Everyone here has lived in this town for decades. When have we ever heard of crocodiles in Lake Victoria? Unless it's some crazy environmentalist who secretly releases them into the lake."

Rimus raised his thick hand and rubbed his forehead in distress. "Judging from the number of wounds, there seem to be quite a few. Could it be that someone really poured in some kind of biting thing like pike?"

Of all days, it has to be today. That damn music festival starts tomorrow.

"There's no other way but to try our best to stop tourists from going into the water," Judy said through gritted teeth, looking at the tranquil lake under the moonlight.

Chapter 144 Music Festival and Swimsuit Beauties

At dawn, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Zhu Mingyao, who had just turned eighteen two years ago, was awakened from his meditative state by the faint music coming from the lakeside.

Having cultivated his immortal arts to such a high level, he is now clear-headed and dreamless, and only needs two or three hours of rest each day to feel refreshed and energetic.

However, his long-standing habit still makes him like to sleep a little longer. After all, as the saying goes, a nap after waking up, and then... well, that's the greatest pleasure in the world.

He stretched, his joints cracking, and closed his eyes to sense that the three girls in the other rooms were still fast asleep.

His eyes darted around, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He clapped his hands together, and a faint, almost ethereal sound drifted out, piercing through the defensive magic surrounding the girls' bedroom and transforming into the crisp sound of an alarm clock.

"Girls, wake up! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Listening to the muffled curses and grumbling of someone just woke up, Zhu Mingyao chuckled. Playing with peers really does cheer you up.

This is youth!

……

...

After a quick bite of breakfast, the group headed to the music festival.

Before we even reached the beach by the lake, the RV was completely blocked by the bustling crowd, and it moved forward at a snail's pace.

Seeing this, Madison, who had been nagging about her morning alarm all the way, shut up and was actually glad that she had gotten up relatively early.

The number of tourists participating in this year's event was significantly higher than advertised on the promotional posters; any later and you wouldn't even be able to find a parking space.

To save time, Zhu Mingyao wore his four-cornered swim trunks under his big shorts while at the hotel, leaving the girls to change into their swimsuits in the RV.

He and his entourage of agents, carrying tables, chairs, and parasols, set up camp in a prime spot with a clear view of the stage, led by their local guide, Charlie.

Lying on the beach chair, gazing at his muscular arms and legs and feeling the warm summer breeze, Zhu Mingyao also took off his shirt, letting the rising sun shine on his chest.

"Oh!"

"Look!"

Amidst gasps and whistles, the surrounding tourists, both men and women, all turned their attention to what was behind Zhu Mingyao.

He turned around curiously, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Not far away, three girls wearing different swimsuits got off the RV and stepped onto the beach one after another.

Madison, with her blonde twin ponytails swaying arrogantly, entered first. Even though Zhu Mingyao wanted to favor his girlfriend a bit, he had to admit that this spoiled girl had the fairest and most delicate skin among the three. Her rose-red two-piece swimsuit contrasted sharply with her skin. She was petite yet shapely, with perfect proportions, like a real-life version of a cute Barbie doll.

Following closely behind was Michelle, who had probably never seen so many spectators while swimming in her small rural hometown. The girl crossed her arms shyly.

Her yellow and white one-piece swimsuit clung tightly to her body, outlining the fit physique sculpted by years of dance. Her toned muscles and captivating V-line were comparable to those of professional swimmers.

If the images of the first two were in line with Zhu Mingyao's preconceived notions, then the one who emerged last, Zoe Benson, was somewhat unexpected.

This somewhat introverted long-haired girl was completely different from her usual gentle and weak demeanor. On her one-piece dark purple swimsuit, there were black, shiny lines that extended outwards in a spiderweb pattern from the center of her chest.

As she walked along her long legs, the black pattern shimmered with a cool, jewel-like light, complementing her tall and outstanding figure and revealing a mysterious and alluring aura, like a dark elf emerging from a dense forest.

The three beautiful girls, like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each had their own strengths. They simply stood in front of him. Even Zhu Mingyao, who considered himself to have achieved great success in his cultivation and whose mental will was comparable to that of a straight man of steel, took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and felt that his saliva was suddenly increasing.

If even a cultivator like him reacted this way, the male tourists around him naturally behaved even worse. Being dumbfounded was a normal reaction, and a few guys who failed the test of willpower even bent over in a sorry state, clearly having a physiological reaction.

Faced with such stunning beauty, and seeing that the girls each had only one male companion, some young men who considered themselves to be outstanding in appearance hesitated and approached, including two young women with buzz cuts and androgynous attire.

The three girls were already exceptionally beautiful, and after being imbued with extraordinary power, they became even more otherworldly. Their unique charm as they appeared together was so irresistible that not only men, but even the lesbians secretly longed to try their luck.

However, several burly men and women who stood up in time and stood around the parasol quickly shielded the girls, using their hawk-like gazes to deter those who wanted to strike up a conversation.

Pure fools are a minority, after all. When they see that the other party is playing by the lake with bodyguards and guards, clearly a wealthy lady from a high-class family, most people will give up their unrealistic ambitions.

But in this world, there are always a few clueless fools who don't know their own limitations.

"Is it McMahon? I thought I was just seeing things because I was too high from the cigarettes I smoked last night."

A greasy, frivolous middle-aged man's voice suddenly rang out.

As he spoke, a brown-haired man wearing a brightly colored shirt and oversized beach shorts waved and walked over, carrying two voluptuous women in swimsuits.

The man was around forty years old, with dark, droopy eye bags and slightly loose skin, clearly indicating some bad habits.

"Hi! It's me, Uncle Drake. We met at the Hollywood party."

Seeing the towering agent blocking his way with his thick arm, the frivolous man awkwardly stuck his head out and shouted at Madison.

"Oh, I remember now, it's Director Drake."

Although the blonde witch was polite in words, the expression on her face was as if she had seen the little white thing wriggling around in Lao Ba's secret sauce. The feeling of disgust almost materialized and surged up from her body.

She put on a stern face and said coldly, "First of all, I have to correct you. My father only has one sister, Aunt Julia. I don't have any uncles!"

Secondly, today is a private gathering of several girls, and I'm sorry we cannot accommodate any men.

The brown-haired man named Drake stared intently at the three girls, his mouth still trying to struggle a little more.

"But I noticed you have male friends here... Little Di, I don't mean anything by it, I just wanted to meet your two friends... Are they up-and-coming models...?"

"Mr. Drake! Should I call Dad now?"

Madison's tone grew increasingly impatient, and he abruptly interrupted the other person.

Faced with a blunt and stern rejection, Drake could only force an awkward smile before leaving dejectedly.

Only after walking several dozen meters away did he dare to secretly glance back under the cover of a nearby parasol, his gaze greedily sweeping over the three girls' alluring bodies.

"Don't be too smug for long. When the master bestows upon you... you inferior beings are only fit to be my playthings!"

Including you... Little McDaddy... I'll make you willingly call me uncle...!

He grinned, licking his white teeth with his tongue, and muttered to himself silently.

Chapter 145 Music Festival and Warning

"Who is that guy?"

After being enveloped in those lecherous, sticky, muddy gazes, Michelle rubbed her pale arms uncomfortably, feeling like she was about to get goosebumps.

“A third-rate… well, fourth-rate Hollywood director!” Madison looked no better than her, her face darkening.

"To call him a Hollywood director is an insult to everyone in the entertainment industry, including my aunt!"

The blonde witch spat in disgust in the direction Drake had disappeared.

"He only made two serious low-budget films in his entire life, and spent the rest of his time running to the Fernando Valley to study his so-called 'art of the flesh'!"

"Well, there are plenty of romantic escapades in the entertainment industry, so one more won't make a difference."

She continued with a look of disdain:

"What's disgusting is that he likes to use his status as a Hollywood director and the lure of becoming a star to deceive middle-class girls in small towns who have some spare money, to film those filthy things, and then use them to bargain with the girl's family or even her boyfriend!"

It was essentially extortion, but he was very careful and never messed with powerful people. He also avoided legal trouble because he had some connections.

"Coming to the water music festival today, I guess they're just trying to use the same old tricks to find prey among young people again."

Madison deliberately spoke very loudly, so that even the surrounding tourists could hear him clearly. They all anxiously looked for their female companions to prevent them from being deceived by this scumbag.

"Okay, McGrady, let's go play in the water. I feel like these disgusting stares are like something dirty stuck to me, I need to wash myself off properly."

When Michelle mentioned it, Madison also felt a little uncomfortable. She waved her hand, and her manicured nails sparkled in the sunlight.

"Let's go! Together!"

Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, several pairs of graceful little feet trod on the sand, leaving a trail of footprints as they ran towards the clear lake water.

……

"I didn't realize you had such a good figure." Madison was lying on the water's surface, hugging a large, orange-yellow inflatable duck. Her two small, lotus-root-like feet splashed in the water, propelling her slowly forward like propellers.

As if she had discovered a new continent, her phoenix eyes darted around, and she whistled a broken, off-key tune at Zhu Mingyao.

"It's even better looking than the muscles of those two special agents... cough, I mean, it's more beautiful... more, smoother!"

Yes, that's right, it's smooth!

Zhu Mingyao smiled smugly when he heard her reluctant praise.

Having learned from the near-disaster during their previous mission protecting Michelle, the agents accompanying her were extremely vigilant this time, even following the girls as they went swimming.

Two burly men, riding two rented jet skis, stopped on either side of the deep water a few dozen meters away, scanning the area with their eyes, wary of any potential dangers.

The rigorous training the professional agents underwent, combined with the mysterious potions and ritual magic of the supernatural organization, gave the two agents well-developed, muscular physiques that attracted the fiery gazes of some women.

However, while their muscular physiques are certainly eye-catching, they are still less aesthetically pleasing than Zhu Mingyao's.

In ancient times, the Innate Realm was also known as the Lesser True Person in some schools of Taoism and Taoism. It refers to the fact that after entering this realm, the physical body will be optimized and reshaped to a certain extent, transforming towards the most perfect human form.

Now, his muscles are clearly defined, with smooth and flowing lines. With the slightest exertion, each muscle bundle seems to move and surge under his skin like a living steel cable, possessing both strength and beauty. Coupled with his wasp waist and long arms, and his handsome face, he has a unique natural charm. If it weren't for the three beautiful girls beside him, each one of whom was exceptionally good-looking, making him feel inferior, some bolder girl would have already come up and struck up a conversation.

"Hey! What are you talking about? Come and play!" Michelle's little head popped out from underwater next to the two of them with a whoosh, her short, light blonde hair flicking out a shower of glistening water droplets as she excitedly exclaimed.

The swimming pool in her hometown town has limited space, and she has never had such a great time swimming.

“I said…” Madison’s eyes darted between the two of them, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I said you’ll be very ‘happy’ in the future!”