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That appearance, that posture, seemed very arrogant.

Mathilda Ward just smiled as if she hadn’t seen it, and continued singing.

In the control room backstage of the concert hall, the director of the concert looked towards Crystal Boyce: “Boss Boyce, should we call that bodyguard down? He’s deliberately blocked the camera lens six times already.”

“…Don’t worry about him, just follow the normal rehearsal process.”

Although Crystal Boyce was also somewhat baffled, she knew that as a professional, Darren Callum certainly wouldn’t act without reason.

At the edge of the stage, Jack Clark looked arrogantly at the audience in front of him, ignoring their denunciations, but his gaze behind the sunglasses fell on the left side towards the front.

More than two hundred meters away, in the middle left side of the first-floor seating.

There, a woman in her early twenties was excitedly waving a glow stick, enjoying the concert like the rest of the surrounding men and women.

Looking at that rather average-looking woman, Jack’s expression became slightly solemn, “Such strong malice, and that feeling seems familiar.”

Earlier, when he first blocked Mathilda Ward from view, Jack felt countless malevolent gazes, tens of thousands of them.

Among these gazes, he felt a flash of strong malicious intent.

That malice differed from the instinctive dislike from ordinary people when he blocked their view. It was a deep, terrifying, evil gaze.

But with such a huge concert and sea of people, even he couldn’t distinguish it amidst the myriad of gazes converging; after all, his brain wasn’t a light brain computer.

However, such a situation was also comparatively easy to check since the venue was so large and most people were actually looking at the big screen.

This way, it was possible to first determine the direction, then eliminate it section by section around the stage, hence him repeatedly blocking the camera lens deliberately.

After narrowing down the range and capturing it repeatedly, Jack finally locked onto the target.

Thinking of this, Jack lightly pressed on the frame of his sunglasses: “Mr. Lopes, pay attention to Vertical 170, Row 55, that person has a problem.”

Instantly, Damon Lopes’s gaze sharpened below the stage, and a touch of purple thunder light flashed in his eyes, somewhat surprised: “Someone actually managed to sneak in, what audacity.”

Then, Damon Lopes asked, “Brother Callum, can you determine the strength of the opposer, whether they’re from the Blood God Sect or the Demon God Sect?”

Blood God Acunus obviously did not need to be mentioned; the Blood God Sect was established by it, while the Demon God Sect, belonging to the same Divine Sect Alliance, was established by the Purgatory Demon Race.

Becuase these Purgatory Demon Races and the demons and devils in mythical legends were somewhat similar, they also received worship from many crazed individuals who abandoned their souls for power.

Jack spoke calmly, “There are too many people and the auras are too chaotic to sense; if she doesn’t intend to start anything, let’s pretend we haven’t discovered her and wait until the concert is over.”

A concert with tens of thousands of people—if the opposer was very strong and an advanced cultivator battle erupted, even the aftermath could cause hundreds to thousands of casualties.

And that’s if the battle ended in the blink of an eye.

Otherwise, it’d be even more troublesome if a stampede incident were to occur.

After all, fifth-level or even sixth-level Heaven cultivators could burst into subsonic speed once they battled, with gestures that could collapse buildings and shatter the Earth.

This was also the reason why the officials strictly controlled cultivators from acting recklessly in the city.

Damon Lopes nodded subtly, “1 understand your meaning, should 1 notify the others?”

“Just inform Boss Boyce to check out her details; I doubt we’ll get much from it,” he replied.

Those who passed the first screening had no problems with their surface identities.

As for using the smart sunglasses’ facial recognition feature, due to the distance being too far and the crowd around being too large, even these high-tech sunglasses could not lock on.

During their quiet exchange, Damon Lopes casually walked over, positioning himself between that woman and Mathilda Ward in a straight line.

And so, the concert continued.

Beneath the stage, the bored Damon Lopes looked at Jack Clark swaying on the stage and couldn’t help feeling a bit envious.

The guy was handsome enough, but he was also making quite the scene today.

With his random acts of blocking the camera lens, he would surely be tomorrow’s top news in the entertainment industry of Eastern Summer.

However, in contrast to their ease, in the concert control room, Crystal Boyce’s gaze sharpened upon receiving Jack’s message: “So impatient, huh.”

With that said, Crystal Boyce turned to look towards the corner, where a young man was playing a game on his computer, clearly bored.

Crystal Boyce spoke in a serious tone, “Mr. Loore, check the identity and recent movement trail of the woman in seat Vertical 170, Row 55 on the first floor.”

“Sure, Boss Boyce.”

Soon, the woman’s identity was pulled up.

Dianna Reilly, from Dragon Mountain City in the Eastern Summer borderlands, twenty-five years old, with family assets worth tens of millions; her company mainly deals in overseas trade business.

She had cultivated before, but with extremely poor talent and officially registered as a Second Layer Heaven cultivator.

As the manager of her family’s company, Dianna Reilly had visited Cross Mountain Country for business a week prior, and had been normal since her return, with a clean identity.

“Just a Second Layer Heaven, but recently visited Cross Mountain Country,” Crystal Boyce mused.

“Mr. Loore, send her information to the Federal Intelligence Agency. Check what she did after going to Cross Mountain Country, who she met with, and keep a close eye on the people she had contact with.”

“Yes.”

At this time, during the interactive segment in the latter part of the concert, Mathilda Ward, surrounded by a group of dancers, walked down from the stage, immediately causing the professional bodyguards like Lionel Lopez to become solemn and quickly encircle the area.

“Ilisa, Ilisa….”