At least this way, it proves that his weakness isn’t because of his kidneys, which is some comfort... William Clark consoled himself like this.

William Clark squeezed forward with Little Clark, and now that they were closer, they could see more clearly.

Just then, the flames on the performer on stage vanished in an instant, as if they could appear and disappear at will.

That’s why William Clark felt that this year’s temple fair ticket price of 20 yuan was absolutely worth it—you get to see both acrobatics and magic!

The person on stage was sometimes wreathed in flames, sometimes not, and the fire was a brilliant red with a hint of blue, dazzling to behold.

At the finale, the flame in the performer’s hand suddenly shot out, streaking toward the audience like a comet’s tail, but just as it was about to reach them, it vanished into thin air again.

All the spectators applauded and cheered, and the performer took a bow and left the stage.

Only one person remained silent. That dazzling flame had actually come closest to William Clark. When the fireball approached, William Clark suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, a sensation... like a long-awaited reunion...

What was going on? William Clark was a bit confused; the feeling was so real he couldn’t doubt it.

“William Clark William Clark, I want to learn this! Take me to find him and learn acrobatics!” Little Clark tugged William Clark and ran toward the backstage.

“What’s a little girl like you learning acrobatics for? That’s his secret skill, there’s no way he’d teach you, and besides, we don’t have money for tuition!” William Clark said helplessly. But he also wanted to see the performer. If possible, he wanted the performer to show it again—William Clark wanted to figure out what had just happened to him.

However, as soon as he followed Little Clark backstage, he saw four or five people in black trench coats raise their arms and fire. Something like a small syringe shot into the flame performer’s neck, and within two seconds, the performer collapsed to the ground, motionless.

None of the acrobat troupe around dared to speak; the aura of these people was too intimidating, and their bodies under the black coats seemed to radiate a powerful sense of threat.

William Clark was dumbfounded. What the heck was this?! The whole vibe was off!

But Little Clark didn’t care: “Why did you knock him out?!”

For William Clark and the others, it was already impressive not to wet themselves when faced with such a bizarre situation, but Little Clark, the little foodie, was always stubborn. Seeing the person she wanted to learn from knocked out, she immediately got upset.

William Clark’s face turned green. He wanted to grab Little Clark and run, but one of the people in black calmly said, “This temple fair did not apply for a fire performance fire safety permit. He violated fire safety regulations, so we have to take him back for investigation.”

Yeah, right! William Clark didn’t believe their excuse at all. Even if there was a fire safety violation, shouldn’t they be talking to the event organizers?

And since when did fire safety inspections involve knocking people out with something like a tranquilizer dart?

Something’s wrong! Seriously wrong!

Chapter 2: The Foodie

William Clark was weighing everything in front of him, ready to grab Little Clark and run at any moment. As for whether they could get away... well, they’d just have to try their best.

However, the group in black trench coats didn’t seem interested in tangling with them, nor did they act like the typical villains in TV dramas who kill indiscriminately—they just left.

At this point, William Clark felt a bit more at ease. Could they really be government officials?

He suddenly remembered those videos and people who disappeared after supernatural incidents... Could the performer be related to that kind of thing? Since when did the authorities have black trench coat uniforms... They actually looked pretty good.

If they had suddenly flashed a badge from some mysterious department, William Clark might have actually believed them.

As for the so-called fire brigade... yeah, right...

After something like this, William Clark and Little Clark, one big and one small, had no mood to keep watching the temple fair. Time to go home.

As they left, William Clark walked with his head down, lost in thought.

Little Clark looked up at him: “William Clark, what are you thinking about?”

“Would it kill you to call me ‘big brother’ just once?!” William Clark snapped, a bit annoyed.

“Are we even related by blood?” Little Clark looked at him with disdain, wise beyond her years.

At that moment, a young man suddenly stopped William Clark and said with a friendly smile, “Did you just come from backstage? Can you tell me what happened in there?”

William Clark asked warily, “Who are you?”

“Hello, my name is Grace, nice to meet you.” The handsome young man introduced himself with a smile.

“How nice is it?” William Clark asked.

The young man named Grace almost peed himself. What the heck, why is this guy so unpredictable?!

“Uh... anyway, it’s nice, I guess...” But before Grace could explain further, the boy across from him ignored him, grabbed the cute little girl, and walked off, the girl skipping along beside him...

“Phew... whatever, I won’t argue with you!” Grace sighed helplessly. He’d just go check for himself; there should still be plenty of witnesses inside, and they’d probably be easier to talk to than this boy.