Chapter 160

The streets of Heritage Town buzzed with excitement.

A long queue formed before Lucy White's clay figurine stall, while Ethan Smith's woodcarving shop drew an equally enthusiastic crowd.

"Oh my God, this is uncanny!" A female fan gasped, cradling her newly acquired wooden sculpture.

Ethan's slender fingers guided the carving knife with precision. Wood shavings flew as a lifelike miniature figure gradually took shape.

Next door, Lucy focused on molding clay figures. With deft fingers, she brought an adorable doll to life in her palm.

"Miss, could you make me a bunny?" A little girl with pigtail braids asked shyly.

Lucy smiled warmly. "Of course."

Nearby, Michael Johnson watched with envy before abruptly removing his jacket. "I'm getting in on this!"

Donning black martial arts attire, he brandished a longsword. A single elegant opening stance stopped pedestrians in their tracks.

"Wow! So cool!" Fans screamed excitedly.

Years of Rachel Johnson's rigorous training paid off as Michael's sword dance whipped through the air, drawing cheers from the growing audience.

"Maximum twenty per tip," he announced coolly.

Meanwhile, Olivia Davis meticulously painted in a handicraft workshop. Her oil painting background helped her master the technique swiftly, earning the shop owner's repeated praise.

"Lucy's crew is killing it," Robert Lee remarked while watching the livestream.

Vanessa Knight, already secured an embroidery shop gig, chuckled. "Why don't you perform too?"

"I'll sell calligraphy!" Robert slapped his thigh decisively.

William Jones chose to perform opera at a teahouse, while Lily Green stared intently at Michael's direction.

"I'll check on Mr. Johnson." She smoothed her hair, calculation flashing in her eyes.

Vanessa smirked meaningfully. "Good luck."

When Lily pushed through the crowd, Michael had just changed into crimson martial arts robes. The vibrant hue accentuated his striking beauty.

"Mr. Johnson, let's perform together?" she cooed.

Michael's expression darkened instantly, his gaze darting toward Lucy.

"No." His refusal was blunt.

Undeterred, Lily pressed, "My martial arts are decent. I won't slow you—"

"You look like professional dead weight," Michael cut in mercilessly. "Women should stand on their own."

Grabbing nunchucks, he bolted like escaping the plague.

Students exchanged glances before silently following.

Left alone, Lily stood rigid, her face cycling through shades of fury.

The livestream chat exploded:

[Michael's savage!]

[LMAO he ran like the wind]

[Fake Lily at it again]

[Michael: Don't touch me!]