World Performance

The White Queen stared at the motionless line of cars, her anger rising rapidly. She wished she could use her powers to make everyone on the street give way to her.

Logan, seeing her biting her nails and looking resentful, said, "You stay in the car."

The White Queen watched with a puzzled expression as Logan got out of the car.

Then, something astonishing happened: Logan lifted his own car with his bare hands.

In an instant, the honking of car horns around them stopped abruptly, and many drivers leaned out to look at the strong man.

"It's Wolverine!"

"Wow, Wolverine is so handsome!"

"The one in that carriage must be the White Queen!"

A chorus of screams erupted from the surrounding area.

Today, the two of them are celebrities, especially the White Queen, who even has her own online account called "Daily Life with Little Wolf".

Logan nodded casually, then picked up the car and started speeding away, attracting countless stares along the way.

Even some Mutants followed suit, carrying the car and charging forward.

Our destination— the Demon King Opera House, a magnificent building with a gold background and black patterns, floats quietly on the sea, its grandeur awe-inspiring.

This opera house, funded by Mutants and meticulously built by Magneto, is a world-class stage capable of disassembling and moving on its own. It is a grand gift to the Demon King and can accommodate up to five million people.

"Please enter in an orderly manner. There is still plenty of time, so please do not crowd."

Hundreds of Multiple Man served as ticket inspectors at hundreds of passageways. Despite being busy and sweating profusely, everyone had a smile on their face.

Other Mutants in the crowd were also helping out.

Children climbed all over the Juggernaut, treating it like a small mountain and excitedly climbing on it.

"Whose children are these? Please take them away immediately."

Juggernaut looked helpless, but still carefully protected the children, afraid they might fall.

"Excuse me, it's my child."

"And mine too."

"This is my daughter."

Parents gathered around, taking photos of the Juggernaut and their children, and then left with their kids.

But such situations kept happening one after another.

Because of the Juggernaut's invincible and unbeatable performance on the battlefield, a rumor spread that if children climb on its body, they will grow up to be strong.

Therefore, the largest group of fans of the Juggernaut are parents.

In crowded places, accidents are bound to happen.

"My Fanny, has anyone seen my daughter?!"

In the crowd, a couple was having their tickets checked when they turned around and realized their daughter, who had been following behind them, was gone.

"Don't worry, give me your daughter's clothes and belongings, and we'll help you find them."

The Multiple Man quickly created another body; Professor X had already prepared a contingency plan for this kind of problem. He pressed his earpiece and said:

"Rescue team, proceed to passage 23. Mission type: Search for people."

"Understood, Mo Wen will be there shortly."

Less than a minute later, a man with a ponytail appeared on the scene.

Is everything ready?

"Certainly."

The Multiple Man handed the bib to Mo Wen.

"Leave it to me."

Mo Wen gave the anxious couple a slightly stiff smile, then took off his shirt, revealing his full-body tattoos.

Suddenly, the wolf tattoo on his stomach began to move, struggled, and leaped out, transforming into a giant wolf as tall as a person.

"Oh my goodness!"

The couple was startled by what they saw.

Mo Wen held the bib up to the giant wolf's nose and said:

"Find her and bring her back safely."

The giant wolf sniffed the air, sharpened its claws, and disappeared into the horizon like a black shadow.

The couple who lost their child could only gaze at the sky with hopeful longing.

Not long after, the giant wolf flew back, carrying a middle-aged man in its mouth and a little girl riding on its back. "Help! Don't eat me!"

The middle-aged man looked terrified; his pants were soaked with sweat.

"Hehe, big dog, big dog."

The little girl was having a lot of fun, grabbing onto the giant wolf's fur.

The couple, no longer afraid of the giant wolf, quickly took their daughter from its back.

"Big dog, I want a big dog, waaaaah..."

The little girl was reluctant to part with the giant wolf. The giant wolf returned to Mo Wen's body.

Mo Wen grabbed the middle-aged man who had collapsed to the ground, her eyes cold. "You've got some nerve. Even now, there are still people who aren't afraid of death."

The middle-aged man pleaded desperately, "Please, let me go. I was just greedy for a moment."

The middle-aged man had hoped to take advantage of the event with its millions of attendees to make one last big score, but he was caught so quickly. He shouldn't have been so greedy.

Since the Demon King took control of the world, criminals of all kinds have either been executed, sent to labor camps, or simply retired from their criminal activities and disappeared without a trace.

But Mo Wen never expected that someone would dare to cause trouble on the Demon King's territory.

He didn't say much, his tattoos transforming into a coiled snake that tightly bound the middle-aged man's arms. Dealing with criminal gangs wasn't his job. Mo Wen put on his clothes and prepared to leave with the middle-aged man.

"Wait, please tell us your name."

Mo Wen looked at the couple with some surprise.

"I want a big dog."

The rescued little girl stared at the wolf tattoo on his stomach and said...

"My name is Mo Wen."

Next, although many more problems arose, most of them were accidents or minor incidents like petty theft, and they were all easily resolved.

The guests at this grand event weren't just humans; Asgardians, Vanir, dwarves, and Light Elf, led by Tom, also arrived at the private rooms. These rooms were reserved for people of special status.

The stage lights kept changing, and the first to appear were dancers from China.

Dressed in magnificent Hanfu, their sleeves fluttering, the dancers performed the "Dance of the Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Robe" with graceful movements, accompanied by melodious classical music.

Following this, warriors and dancers from African tribes presented a performance brimming with primal power.

Their faces were painted with unique totems, and they wore colorful animal skin clothing. The drums in their hands were beaten loudly, with a strong and rhythmic beat.

The dwarves in the private room couldn't help but start dancing along.

Ross ballet dancers presented a classic excerpt from Swan Lake.

The female dancers, dressed in pure white gowns, danced gracefully on the stage like a flock of elegant swans.