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He dawdled as he and the agents put away the parasols and beach chairs. Only when he saw that most of the staff had left the venue did he finally relax and head towards the RV, urged on by several young girls.

After loading the items into the car, Zhu Mingyao looked back and saw the setting sun in the distance, its afterglow splashing on the water's surface, creating shimmering, fish-scale-like golden ripples.

He recalled the setting of that horror movie and thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile:

"In a sealed underground lake, a group of ancient piranhas that have lived for hundreds of thousands of years came out to eat people?"

For so long, what did they eat to reproduce? Their own excrement?

This kind of idiotic plot by a Hollywood brain-dead screenwriter is probably so bad that even the creator of this multiverse of film and television would have rejected it outright!

Chapter 149 Prey, Temptation

Silent all night.

Perhaps because he had too much fun playing in the water yesterday, Zhu Mingyao had to use several telepathic spells to wake the three girls up after having breakfast this morning.

"You and the agents can take the RV and your stuff and go ahead. We're going to sleep a little longer... yawn, nine o'clock..."

Ten o'clock? Okay, McGrady, I got it. Hmm, let's go at ten o'clock then..."

The fortune teller opened the carved wooden door a crack, her small face pressed against the back, and spoke sleepily.

Peeking through the crack in the door, Zhu Mingyao could see two shapely, exquisite bodies fast asleep on the luxurious, spacious bed in the guest room, under a thin white quilt. Their white, lotus-root-like arms were draped over their jade-like thighs, which stretched lazily out from the corners, making Zhu Mingyao secretly feel a sense of satisfaction.

After returning last night, the four of them played cards for a while in the luxurious suite at Madison. Overcome with drowsiness, the blonde witch simply kicked him out, pulled the blankets off her two best friends, and lay down to sleep with them, completely thwarting his little plan to take Michelle to enjoy the moonlight and have some fun.

Seeing that if he continued to spy on them, Michelle would realize that losing the readily available sexual happiness for a moment's pleasure would be a foolish move, Zhu Mingyao reluctantly pulled his eyes away, gently told them that he had left breakfast for them at the front desk, and then let the three girls continue to catch up on their sleep.

After greeting his accompanying agents and asking two of them to drive to the concert venue with tables, chairs, and parasols to reserve seats, Zhu Mingyao decided to take a stroll around town to digest his food.

Anyway, he didn't care much for those rock songs that screamed out their hearts and lungs. He'd rather go sightseeing and enjoy the scenery. He could go to the concert together once the girls were all awake.

As for safety, there's no need to worry too much. Although the three girls may look delicate and weak, they are all extraordinary individuals who have reached a high level of expertise. In particular, the two genius little witches, even though they are spellcasters with relatively weak physical bodies, can retain considerable combat power while sleeping. With the special agents guarding them, they can be assured of safety.

After all, it was broad daylight, a place teeming with people. Even with the resurgence of spiritual energy, few demons or monsters would dare to run wild in public.

……

...

"Director, can you guarantee that everything you're saying is true?"

The young, dark-haired girl stood on the wooden dock, her brows furrowed and arms crossed. She looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man opposite her and handed back a certificate bearing the image of a golden eagle spreading its wings.

Despite the fact that the other party presented a Hollywood registered director's certificate that seemed genuine, and that he was wearing limited-edition Playboy beachwear, with a luxurious white yacht in the lake behind him as proof.

Kelly still didn't completely believe his nonsense.

Even though she was just a country girl born and raised in the countryside, she grew up by Lake Victoria, watching the male and female tourists come and go in the summer tourist destination. Other types of people might not be able to tell what a playboy who seduces girls is like, but she knows him very well!

Although the guy in front of me tried his best to hide it, he couldn't hide the scumbag and lecherous smell about him.

"I swear on my life, everything I've said is true!"

Drake exaggeratedly raised his neck, trying to put on a solemn expression. With his handsome features, if you ignored the dark circles under his eyes caused by his indulgence in alcohol and women, he really did look like a decent person.

"Your appearance is truly outstanding. Look at your face, which is both three-dimensional and soft, and your wild and simple temperament. How much better are you than the pampered girls in big cities?"

...Her healthy physique, sculpted through years of exercise, puts those so-called actresses who rely on dieting to become skinny to the bone to be miles ahead of her!

He gestured wildly, speaking with great enthusiasm, his face full of amazement.

"Finally, your naturally wavy black hair and wheat-colored skin are like a divine touch from God's creation, instantly elevating your temperament to a new level!"

Let me guess, one-quarter, or one-eighth, of Southern Continent blood, right? ...See, I told you so!

Every physical advantage she was proud of was precisely pointed out by the visitor, and the country girl couldn't help but put on a silly smile.

Drake stepped forward, his eyes shining, and patted the girl's shoulder heavily.

“Miss Kelly, you are like a precious, uncut gem, and I, the great director Drake, declare that you will become the brightest star in the Federal entertainment industry! During the remaining three days of the water music festival, I will meticulously shoot a photo album and music video for you, and use it as the key to unlock the doors of Hollywood!”

Even though she was completely overwhelmed by the flowery rhetoric, Kelly still retained a basic level of vigilance.

She struggled to shake off the 'drug's' effects and stammered:

"I...I can't get on a stranger's ship alone..."

"Please rest assured, dear lady..." Drake swept his brown hair back, pointed to the two women on the ship, and said calmly.

"There are two other professional models with us who were invited to the concert, and... you can call home to let them know beforehand!"

This single sentence became the final straw that broke the camel's back, completely plunging the girl's guard into Lake Victoria.

So when Jack, the tour guide, arrived at the scene on his beat-up bicycle, he could only watch the departing yacht in helpless rage, jumping up and down on the shore, shouting his childhood sweetheart's name.

“Kelly! My employer knows him! That guy is a rotten, rotten conman!”

Drake glanced at the blurry figures on the lakeside, then took out his photography equipment, gestured for the models to be in position, waved to the somewhat reserved Kelly, and gave her a strange smile.

"Please hurry up with the filming, Miss Kelly. We're very pressed for time. After filming is finished, I'll introduce you to a very important person, someone who can decide your future... uh, your future as a star..."

……

Oh no, Kelly's definitely going to fall for it! No girl can resist the allure of becoming a superstar!

Jack scratched his head in frustration, turning his once neat head of short, dark brown hair into a messy bird's nest.

Why are you looking so gloomy?

A voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Mr. Milyo! What should we do? My classmate Kelly has been taken away by that fraudulent director..."

Jack, as if seeing a savior, poured out his grievances to his employer who was strolling down the path.

Zhu Mingyao deftly flipped his five fingers, twirling the peach wood cane in his palm.

"She's already informed her family, what are you afraid of? She left her name, identity, and phone number, and it was in public."

He has to return the person just as he took them away. A small-time director doesn't have the resources or ability to disregard the law.

“Are you worried that the female classmate will get hurt? Relax. I heard from a friend that Drake is a coward. He would never dare to force himself on her and leave any legal grounds for his actions. Besides, there are other models with him. Even if he gets lustful, he'll probably be beaten up by the three women.”

Seeing that he was still somewhat uneasy, Zhu Mingyao waved his hand generously.

"She also brought a cell phone, right? When Madison gets up, I'll ask her to make a call and warn Drake, is that alright?"

He casually nodded with his chin. "Come on, tour guide. Show me around the area and tell me about the sights here."

Chapter 150 Mind Manipulation, Logic Bug (Part 1)

"...Besides the church, the oldest building in town is this pioneering museum."

On a small town street in the early morning, a young employer and tour guide chatted casually about local customs and traditions, enjoying the warm breeze of early summer.

With a large lake covering tens of square kilometers nearby, constantly absorbing and releasing heat, Victoria Town, while not exactly spring-like all year round, is still a place with mild winters and cool summers. With this advantage of being livable, despite its remote location, it can be said that every disadvantage has its advantage.

Jack casually introduced the few cultural buildings in town, looking listless, clearly still worried about his childhood sweetheart who had been taken away by the lecherous director.

Putting himself in her shoes, seeing the situation, Zhu Mingyao had no choice but to lend his own phone so that the temporary employee could work with peace of mind. He then directly pointed out a few things to warn the girl to be on her guard.

After receiving a grateful reply, the tour guide regained some of his spirits and, displaying his professional tour guide skills, led the man on a thorough tour.

Judging by the time, and estimating that the young ladies should be awake by now, the two walked slowly along the street lined with row houses of wooden houses towards the lakeside beach, amidst the faint music coming from the venue.

"Mother?"

Just like at the bonfire party the night before last, what aroused the tour guide's suspicion was, of course, the familiar police car blocking the road, and the middle-aged female police officer pushing open the door of a house.

The female sheriff, with her neat ponytail, was so worried that she didn't hear her son calling her; she was busy talking quietly with the homeowner who had come to see her off.

“Professor Christopher, thank you very much for your speculation from a biologist’s perspective. Although it seems a bit hard to believe to me personally, it is at least a direction for investigation…”

Policewoman Julie put one hand on her hip and scratched her forehead in distress with the other, carefully choosing her words.

In her opinion, her presence today was completely unnecessary. This retired biology professor, presumably childless and having lived alone for too long, was probably already somewhat mentally unstable.

What do you mean by wounds on a corpse? They could very well have been inflicted by ancient creatures hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Are you writing science fiction? Why not just say that because the sun is going to explode in 100 years, the human government transformed Earth into a giant spaceship?

Or are you a seemingly unknown scientist who is actually a genius? Did you secretly invent the legendary time machine, allowing you to travel freely through time and bring back ancient creatures?

Perhaps it was her blatant "You're talking nonsense" expression that stung the other person's proud academic pride, for the white-haired homeowner raised her voice and angrily shouted:

"I know you don't believe it, but the truth is often held by a minority..."

Hmm? What classic pseudo-scientist jargon!

Such words, reminiscent of the opening remarks of a verbal battle in the later internet age, immediately caught Zhu Mingyao's attention.

With his head of white hair like tangled weeds, his face gaunt, and the air of a mad scientist straight out of a movie, the old man waved his hands excitedly and said:

"My research is correct! Through the reconstructed tooth marks from those wounds, I am certain that they were made by the demon piranha, which went extinct hundreds of thousands of years ago!"

"They must still be living somewhere! Maybe in the sealed underground lakes and waterways beneath our feet..."

"Pfft."

Zhu Mingyao, who had walked over to watch the commotion, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard such outrageous words.

He glanced at Jack, who was walking up to greet his mother, then turned to the elderly biologist and asked with a smile:

"Excuse me, I overheard a bit. Professor Christopher, right? I have a small question about what you said..."

Zhu Mingyao said with a hint of sarcasm:

"I do not disagree with your statement that there may be ancient species that have survived to this day, and the existence of underground lakes and water systems has long been scientifically proven."

But don't you see any logical contradiction in the fact that those so-called demon piranhas live right under our feet?

He held up two fingers, pointing out the flaw in the old man's conjecture.

"First, as one of the basic common sense facts in biology, the reproduction of any population must have enough food and living space. Can a closed underground water body meet these two conditions?"

Secondly, if the underground waters were not sealed off but connected to other food-rich waters, then with the changes in their living environment, the form and even the habits of those demon piranhas would have evolved over a long period of time. It would be impossible for them to completely retain their appearance from hundreds of thousands of years ago. At least, due to the change in their food sources, the shape of their teeth would have changed to some extent!

It's important to know that even horseshoe crabs, often considered living fossils, differ somewhat from their ancient ancestors!

He secretly scoffed, thinking, "This guy's a biologist?"

Mr. Darwin is crying!