Enemy of Rabbits

Inside the tent were wooden benches built in rising tiers from front to back, forming a 270-degree viewing stand. In the middle was a wooden platform with a cabinet used for performances on it.

A magician wearing a hat and dressed very elegantly was beginning his act onstage.

He wore a white shirt underneath and a black coat over it.

He rolled up the sleeves of his black coat to show everyone that his hands were empty.

But the sleeves went up, then down, then up, then down.

Then the magician gave a hard tug, and the sleeve of his black coat vanished, exposing part of his bare arm—though a dove had appeared in his hand.

With a look of disgust, the magician released the dove.

Yang Bo could see clearly that the sleeve had instantly retracted into the clothing.

It seemed he had prepared some kind of mechanism inside his clothes.

Of course, seeing through it was one thing; doing it was another.

Yang Bo had the Dynamic Vision Grandmaster skill, so he could make it out clearly.

Combined with the lighting arranged at the venue—after all, this era still used oil lamps.

The people around them applauded and cheered, but Yang Bo's character had no time to clap because he was still eating roast chicken. Plenty of the others around him were holding food as well.

"Sir, we have some very distinctive tobacco here."

"Sir, these are dried fruits, a specialty from the north."

"Sir, these are all sorts of ornaments from overseas in the south—beautiful and cheap."

"Sir, we also have plenty of secret medicines." Quite a few people came around selling things. They all seemed to be members of the circus.

Quite a few people were buying their goods too. According to the audience, these snacks