Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1170 A Lion Tamer
Crystals POV:
The wire boy’s performance drew widespread applause. My fingers were tightly curled around the armrests of my seat and I was scared out of my wits. I instinctively turned to Rufus, who pressed his lips into a thin line and shot me a reassuring look.
I responded with a nod and turned my attention back to the stage.
The armless boy walked on the wire and did a dangerously exciting somersault at one end before making his way back up the wire. When he returned behind the curtain, I realized that the back of my shirt was soaked in cold sweat.
After the boy walked off the stage, my anxiously racing pulse slowly calmed down. Although he had been the one performing, I felt as if I had walked the wire myself and my heart was still thudding with nerves.
The deafening applause around me made me feel uncomfortable, and I reflexively bent over.
As my seat was very close to the stage, I could sense his fear while he was performing.
I slightly narrowed my eyes to watch the next few performances.
The dark red curtains parted again, and a lion tamer with only one leg appeared on the stage with a lion. It was a strange combination, and the lion tamer didn’t have any crutches. After hopping twice, he regained his balance and stood beside the majestic golden-maned lion.
The scrawny lion tamer put his head into the lion’s wide-open mouth, from which saliva was dripping. The atmosphere was already intense.
The cheers and screams from nearby people seemed to ignite the air, and a few cruel whistles rang out from the distance.
I counted in my head, waiting for the lion tamer to pull his slender neck out of the lion’s mouth, but he remained immobile.
Suddenly, the lion chomped down hard, and a few screams rang out, followed by a deafening silence.
I also held my breath, thinking that the next second, I would witness blood squirting across the stage.
But to my surprise, the lion tamer’s limp hand, which hung on the side, reached up and patted the lion’s head. The lion’s nose twitched before it opened its mouth.
A huge cheer went up in the audience, and the lion tamer turned around and bowed to the audience below. Even the lion lifted its enormous paw to acknowledge the audience.
I released a weary sigh and vowed to myself to thoroughly investigate this weird place if I ever got the chance.
With my seat position and my superior werewolf vision, I could clearly observe the whip marks on these children’s bodies.
No twitch of fear on their young faces during their performance escaped my notice.
What seemed like an ordinary circus performance hid a great deal of evil behind it.
My heart tightened when my mind flew back to the human traffickers we had captured.
Inhaling deeply, I turned my head and met Rufus’ gaze. His eyes were deep and unfathomable. I didn’t know how long he had been watching me. As I thought about my conduct just now, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
I touched my nose but felt something warm on my hand. Rufus had reached out to cover my hand with his warm palm
I blinked, staying still.
“Don’t worry, these children have undergone a long training before being put on stage. Arron has just been sold here, so he is safe for now.”
I knew he was trying to comfort me, so I nodded. But as I thought about the performances we had just seen, I shook my head. “I’m also worried about these children,” I said.