Chapter 251: The Sea Tribe's Requiem Returns to the World
"Martin, over here!"
"Martin, look this way!"
"Ah, Legolas, I love you!"
"Legolas, marry me!"
"Martin, I want to have your children!"
When Martin's car approached the red carpet, the women's screams were deafening, almost like a nuclear explosion, blasting through the air.
"Oh my God, this is terrifying," Miranda Kerr said, watching the crazed women outside the car window. She couldn't help but wonder if she were to step out as Martin's companion, would these women tear her apart?
"Don't worry, I'll protect you~" Martin smiled and patted her arm before opening the car door and stepping out.
The moment Martin appeared, the volume of the crowd shot up even higher. When women get wild, it's truly terrifying. Even the reporters at the front of the red carpet were being shoved to the brink of collapse.
"Dammit, don't push! You bunch of crazies."
"Why stop them? I kind of enjoy it."
"Shit, I can't hear anything anymore. I'm deaf! My mom's gonna kill me!"
"Don't worry, it's only temporary!"
"What did you say?"
The reporters wore various expressions: some were angry, others disgusted, and some were even enjoying it!
Martin was attending a public event hosted by Bally—he was now the global ambassador for the brand. Bally had even given him a "brand ambassador" title, and to secure him, they had also offered the same position to Miranda Kerr, who was already gaining some fame in the modeling world.
Today, Martin was attending the event with Miranda Kerr, boosting her popularity.
The crowd at the venue far exceeded the organizer's expectations. Even though nearly a hundred security personnel had been arranged to maintain order, the more than five thousand people who had squeezed into the venue made everyone break into a cold sweat.
The organizers had no choice but to contact the police department and request reinforcements.
By the time a hundred police officers arrived, the crowd had swelled to over eight thousand.
"Oh my God!" the lead officer exclaimed, looking at the sea of heads before him.
Seeing his team of a hundred officers—damn, they wouldn't make a dent!
The officer quickly called the police chief. "Chief, the crowd is too big. It's very crowded and dangerous. I think we should cancel the event!"
"I'm on my way. I'll be there soon. Do your best to maintain order until I arrive," the police chief replied.
After hanging up, the officer, sweating profusely, looked at the frantic crowd and ordered, "John, you and I will take fifty officers each to maintain order on both sides of the red carpet. Be careful—don't use force, and avoid causing any stampede."
Soon, a hundred officers blended into the crowd like drops of water in the ocean. Once they entered, they were nearly invisible, and instead of maintaining order, it was a wonder if they could avoid being swept away themselves.
As Miranda Kerr walked up the red carpet with Martin, the crowd erupted into an even bigger frenzy, especially the women—
"Damn bitch, get away from Martin!"
"Martin, you're mine!"
"Legolas, Legolas!"
"Ah~ Elf prince!"
The crowd began pushing forward.
Security guards and police officers struggled to maintain order—clothes were ripped, hats were knocked off, shoes were trampled...
Now even the people who had enjoyed the chaos before were starting to feel uneasy.
They could only feel fear!
God, women are terrifying when they go crazy!
When the police chief arrived, this is what he saw.
He gasped and ran to the event organizers. "Dammit, cancel the event right now! Do you hear me? Cancel it immediately!"
"This is impossible! We spent eight hundred thousand dollars for this event. You can't just cancel it! What about the money we've already spent?" the organizer firmly rejected.
"Don't you see? Look outside! A stampede is about to happen. People will die, do you understand? People will die!" The police chief yelled at the event manager, a middle-aged white man.
The man peered outside, wiped his cold sweat, and gritted his teeth. "I don't care. It's your job to maintain order and protect the public. Our event cannot be canceled."
"You idiot! You idiot!" The police chief was furious. "If a stampede happens, it will damage your brand, don't you understand?"
"Dammit, it's too late to cancel now. I don't have the authority to do that. I need to call my boss. Do you understand?!" the organizer snapped back.
"Shall I try?"
Just as the two men were arguing, a clear voice interrupted.
Both middle-aged men turned to look, and saw Martin quickly walking across the red carpet, with a sweet-faced girl by his side.
"What are you going to do?" the police chief asked.
"I'll go out and calm down the fans. I think they'll give me face," Martin replied.
The police chief and the event manager exchanged glances, both realizing that at this point, they had no choice but to hope for a miracle.
Just as the crowd was about to overwhelm the security and police, Martin stepped onto the stage with a microphone.
He didn't say anything; instead, he began to sing.
"What is he doing?" the police chief frowned, puzzled.
But in the next moment, his emotions were drawn into the melody.
The Sea Tribe's "Requiem" had returned to the world!
The divine-like, mystical notes flowed from Martin's modified voice, instantly calming the restless crowd.
The crowd fell silent, standing still, quietly listening.
When the "Requiem" ended, Martin smiled at the audience below.
"Thank you for your support. If you don't want the event to end early, please maintain order and ensure safety. Don't push forward, okay?"
"Okay!"
With a gentle request, Martin received a thousand-fold response.
The police chief and the event manager both sighed in relief.
The middle-aged man (the event manager) awkwardly smiled and said, "Martin's influence is truly powerful."
The police chief nodded in agreement, "You picked the right global ambassador."
The event, which was supposed to last only an hour, went on for more than ninety minutes.
The women at the venue didn't want to let Martin leave, crying and chanting his name repeatedly.
Martin calmed them down several times, using his magic, before the crowd gradually dispersed.
When Martin returned to the car with Miranda Kerr, her heart was still racing.
"Oh my God, today I finally saw what true popularity looks like. Michael Jackson probably had it like this, right?"
Jeff, who had stayed in the car throughout the event, also spoke up, still shaken. "Honestly, Martin, when you went on stage, I was really afraid those crazy women would tear you apart."
"It won't happen!" Martin laughed.
He wasn't afraid at all. He wasn't worried.
He enjoyed the scene.
Every succubus was a born narcissist, thoroughly enjoying being surrounded and adored!