10:30.

There's still half an hour left before the concert ends.

The Ronan City Olympic Sports Center, which can accommodate 65,000 people, was packed.

The atmosphere on site was quite lively.

Judging from the current situation, today's concert was quite successful.

At the front of the second floor, there was a row of VIP seats.

These were specially arranged for the heavyweight guests present.

On a sofa in the middle, Felix Chandler sat slumped with his legs apart.

Between his legs, there was a woman with her head down, serving with her mouth, clearly putting in a lot of effort.

Felix Chandler was very much enjoying it.

Swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Obviously, he was in a good mood.

"Sorry, you can't come in!"

A bodyguard's voice suddenly came from behind.

Felix Chandler turned his head and saw Dirk Carter had appeared out of nowhere.

He wasn't too surprised.

Waved his hand, and said, "Let him in."

After Dirk Carter came in.

Felix Chandler pointed to the empty sofa next to him and said, "Sit."

Dirk Carter sat down.

Felix Chandler pointed to the woman between his legs and asked, "Dirk, should I arrange one for you?"

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Chandler, but I think I'll pass."

Felix Chandler sneered, saying, "You officials just don't know how to enjoy yourselves like us businessmen, doing whatever we want."

"Naturally, I can't compare to your free-spiritedness, Mr. Chandler, not at all."

"Hahahaha..."

Felix Chandler burst out laughing.

Pointing at Corrine Quance bouncing around on the distant stage, he said, "This concert is quite a success, seems like Dirk's going to make a lot of money again."

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "Still have to thank Mr. Chandler for the support. Without you pushing from behind, this concert wouldn't have started at all."

Felix Chandler was startled by this.

But quickly returned to normal.

Asked, "Dirk, you're still so astute, nothing escapes you, huh?"

"You're flattering me, but compared to Mr. Chandler's methods, I'm still a bit lacking. However, I've prepared a good show today as well, for Mr. Chandler to take a look."

"Oh? What show?"

Dirk Carter stood up.

Pointed towards the position of the entrance on the first floor.

Felix Chandler pushed the woman's head between his legs away.

Stood up, zipped up, and looked down at the floor.

He saw at each entrance, people were rummaging through trash cans.

Some people had already taken out whole bundles of fireworks from inside.

This meant that the threat arranged by Felix Chandler had already been defused by Dirk Carter.

"Hahaha, who's putting fireworks in trash cans, so naughty."

Though Felix Chandler's expression changed slightly.

He didn't seem to react too drastically.

He looked at his watch.

There were only less than twenty minutes left until the concert ended.

He sat back down on the sofa.

Dragged the woman who had been serving him onto his lap.

Spread her legs.

Moved aside the fabric covering the secret place with his fingers.

Started to caress the petals between her legs with his fingertips.

"Dirk, you don't really understand me, Felix Chandler. I'm quite small-minded. If someone gives me a side-eye on the road, I'd almost feel like gouging out their eyeballs. So, our previous grudge, I definitely won't just let it go."

When he said this.

The look in Felix Chandler's eyes became vicious.

His fingers, after playing for a while, directly thrust inside.

The sound of flowing water echoed with his manipulations.

Under this manipulation, the woman's expression became twisted. Even though there were people around, she still moaned without any scruples.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly and said, "So, the fireworks in the trash cans were just a decoy, right? Mr. Chandler must have left a backup plan, right?"

Felix Chandler suddenly stopped his hand movements.

Withdrew his fingers.

Looked at them under the light.

Beads of crystalline droplets hung from his fingertips, clearly the product of the woman's pleasure.

He first sniffed his fingers beneath his nose.

Then, in front of Dirk Carter, he directly put them into his mouth, licked them with his tongue, revealing a face of enjoyment.

"Dirk, let me ask you a question. At the end of the concert, when the crowd disperses, if a mental patient inside starts slashing people with a knife, what do you think the scene will look like?"

"The scene would definitely be chaotic; there might be a stampede."

Dirk Carter said.

Felix Chandler chuckled and said, "These days, it doesn't seem too hard to hire a mental patient with money, right?"

"So, that mental patient is the backup plan you prepared, right, Mr. Chandler?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Felix Chandler extended a finger, made a circle over his head, and with a somewhat perverse expression, said, "Dirk, there's only a little over ten minutes left until the concert ends. Do you think, with your people, you can find that mental patient among 65,000 people?"

"No, I can't."

Dirk Carter shook his head and said.

This answer made Felix Chandler burst out laughing.

He suddenly unzipped his pants.

Took out his "stick."

Then made the woman squat down and directly sit on it.

Slapped her on the butt, and the woman began to move up and down.

With a ferocious expression, Felix Chandler said, "So, Dirk, don't waste your time. Just sit back and watch the good show below."

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Chandler will be disappointed."

As soon as the words fell.

The music stopped.

On the stage.

Corrine Quance took the microphone and loudly said, "Dear fans, there are three minutes left until the concert ends, and before it does, we have a special segment. Let's cooperate with our most beloved people and conduct an anti-terrorism evacuation drill. How does that sound?"

The whole venue erupted in applause.

The fans shouted, "Good, good, good!"

Anti-terrorism evacuation drill?

What the hell?

Felix Chandler suddenly looked at Dirk Carter.

He saw Dirk Carter nestled on the sofa, with a slight smile on his face, as if everything was within his grasp.

"Welcome our most beloved people!"

On the stage.

Corrine Quance shouted.

The doors of all eight channels of the Olympic Sports Center simultaneously opened.

Eight teams of fully armed soldiers rushed in.

Quickly took over all the aisles within the venue.

At this time, Corrine Quance announced the end of the concert.

The anti-terrorism drill officially commenced.

The soldiers started evacuating the audience in the venue, and everything was in order.

At this time, whether there was a mental patient attacking people or any other sudden situation, the audience would consider it part of the drill. No one would panic, and even if a mental patient actually came out to attack, the soldiers would subdue them immediately, so no bad situation would happen.

Cooperating with the military for a performance would also boost Corrine Quance's reputation.

In this way, everyone would think she had official backing, and more people would seek to collaborate with her in the future.

Felix Chandler was stunned.

This time he was truly stunned.

This insidious plan of his had been arranged for over a month.

He even had a backup plan.

In his view, it was foolproof. After all, with 65,000 people present, there was no way Dirk Carter could easily resolve a sudden situation.

Who would have thought.

At such a critical moment, the military would be deployed.

And start an anti-terrorism evacuation drill at the concert.

In doing so, all his schemes were completely foiled.

The feeling of frustration.

Made him furious.

He pushed away the woman still writhing on his body.

Gave Dirk Carter a vicious look, gritting his teeth, he said, "Well done, Dirk Carter, your reach seems boundless, but don't get too full of yourself, there's always a next time. I don't believe you can prevent me every time, we'll see."

After saying that.

He was about to get up and leave.

Dirk Carter, unhurried, said, "Mr. Chandler, hold on a moment."

Felix Chandler sneered, and asked, "What? Will you not let me go?"

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "Mr. Chandler, when a child does something wrong, they are punished. Shouldn't an adult face the same? Planning to pat your ass and leave just like that?"

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