"Lu..."
Deng Paopao was just about to step forward and greet him when he saw that Lu Zheng did not even glance at him, merely waving in their direction as if absentmindedly.
What a shrewd old hand Deng Paopao was. He instinctively stopped in his tracks, while Sun Niangniang had already grabbed his arm.
The two exchanged a glance, tacitly fell silent, then quietly retreated to the side and stood among the crowd, making themselves invisible.
"Isn't Mister Lu a doctor? When did he become a magician?"
"How would I know? But no matter what, we can't let Mister Lu suffer any indignity."
"Of course!"
Deng Paopao and Sun Niangniang whispered among themselves off to the side, while the two sides in the magic showdown had already made their preparations.
Wu Junyi sneered. "What magic trick are you going to perform? Playing cards? Did you bring any props?"
"Props?" Lu Zheng chuckled. "For a real magician, anything at hand can be a prop. Why would he need to specially prepare them?"
The implication was obvious: anyone who needed specially prepared props was no real magician.
His broadside had covered quite a wide area, but aside from Sun Yao, the most senior person present, and the other magician, none of the surrounding magicians truly took offense. Everyone knew the two sides were belittling each other and trading barbs, not targeting anyone else.
"Then what do you want?" Wu Junyi asked.
"I want..." Lu Zheng swept his gaze around, then pointed at a young man. "Have you finished the water in that paper cup? Can I borrow it?"
"Me?"
The young man, who had been eagerly watching the drama unfold, froze. He pointed at himself, looked down at his paper cup, then turned to look at his boss—the beautiful magician.
At that