It was still the streets of Hong Kong.
The last time, agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. had taken Chen Haoran away and warned him that he was not allowed to leave with Leo.
They had also confiscated the business card Leo had left him, lowering his opinion of S.H.I.E.L.D. even further.
He continued his street performances, but he never encountered another tourist as generous as Leo. The Hong Kong dollars he earned each day were barely enough to live on.
Today, he was performing on the street again.
But his earnings were especially meager today, because every time he performed...
There was a couple in the crowd, and the young man seemed intent on showing off to his girlfriend. He kept exposing Chen Haoran's techniques and explaining every little mechanism in his props.
The other spectators lost interest. Once the tricks were exposed, there was no fun left.
It also made Chen Haoran, who was already feeling down, even more irritated.
As usual, he finished a magic trick with the same familiar patter.
And the couple continued mercilessly exposing his secrets, quickly driving away much of the crowd.
Chen Haoran frowned.
Then he suddenly noticed a woman in a floral dress standing nearby, watching him with a smile.
The hint of anticipation in her eyes and her warm smile made Chen Haoran feel comfortable and appreciated, stirring something in his heart.
He turned slightly and opened his right hand. A tiny, bright tornado of flame appeared in his palm, gently spinning.
The woman saw it too. Her eyes were completely drawn to the fire, and she unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"This isn't a trick."
Chen Haoran turned and tossed the tiny tornado of flame toward the couple. A larger burst of fire surged out, then dissipated within a second.
It