Novel Lived
Chapter 466: 184 Yan Lu really has a big shot behind her_1
Chapter 466: 184 Yan Lu really has a big shot behind her_1
“Shoot,” Xiaowu fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, casually pulling one out and signaling the two photographers.
The director and photographers all picked up on the casual vibe that felt like someone saying at a dinner table, “Eat, eat, you guys eat.”
“Mr. Xiaowu,” Mei Yi finally came back to his senses, his eyes gentle. He tried to be as polite as possible when he asked about the gun holster on the man’s knee, “Can we really film freely here?”
Would they just pull out guns randomly?
“No need to call me mister,” Xiaowu was uncomfortable with such polite language. He enthusiastically introduced himself to them: “I’m Backter Street.Nicholas.Street Fighter.Mao Five.”
All titles self-proclaimed.
The frightened director showed a rare expression of confusion on his face.
“Just film those two,” Xiaowu, after consulting Mao Kun, bit his cigarette and patted the director on the shoulder in a buddy-buddy manner, “People here are not particular; as long as you don’t film their faces directly, you’re mostly fine. See? Next to the street is the street of local customs, shoot whatever you guys want.”
Xiaowu said it so nonchalantly, but every pat made the director shrink a little.
Film faces directly?
Does he look like someone who dares to even take a second look at them? Filming faces directly was giving them too much credit.
There’s an old saying, since you’ve come already.
The director had the two photographers turn on their cameras and they gingerly lifted the cameras to follow behind Yan Lu and Mei Yi.
The director walked with Xiaowu outside of the frame. They were still a bit away from the fighting ring, and Yan Lu and Mei Yi felt a lot of pressure too.
The two went into a local shop where the owner lazily sat in the back, surrounded by a variety of items such as bows, knives, climbing ropes…everything.
Upon seeing the camera, the owner’s eyes narrowed and he was about to get up, but then his gaze settled on Xiaowu next to the camera, lingering on his black attire for a moment before he lazily sat back down.
After filming local life, the group finally reached the fighting ring through a long, narrow alley.
All along the way, many people curiously stared at the crew holding cameras.
But on this street, you never know, anyone might be carrying a pinhole camera or a chewing gum bomb. Those openly holding cameras—
Looked foolish and not threatening.
Of course, that’s because when they saw Xiaowu, they recognized him as someone from the Qinglong Bar, so they treated it like a show.
The crew finally realized there was no danger and started to relax.
As they followed the winding path, the crew finally saw the semi-circular fighting ring. In the middle, a huge stone was carved with the motif of the fighting ring, and on the right hung a poster of a man with a mask.
At the entrance stood two rows of burly men with dark skin, obvious daggers and guns inserted in their kneepads, eyes like eagles, and a bloodthirsty aura about them. The director, recalling that he was the one who called this place yesterday asking them to help with the promotion—
He pinched the philtrum of his nose.
“What’s wrong with you?” Xiaowu stuffed his hands in his pockets, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at the director.
Director: “Backter Street.Nicholas.Street Fighter.Mao Five, do these people have…”
As he spoke, he ran his hand across his neck.
Xiaowu nodded, “They are mercenaries; they’ve definitely done it before, no need to call me mister.”
What mercenary hasn’t tasted blood on the blade’s edge.
This was it, the director swallowed hard. Would they triangulate on him?
**
Qingshui Bridge.
After Xiaowu brought Yan Lu and his group inside, Bai Lian headed back.
Originally, these people aimed to spend big on extra tickets to get in, but now, let alone spending money, they didn’t even have the courage to stand at the entrance. As soon as Bai Lian left, they all followed her.
They had arrived in a buzz of excitement, but now were silent.
All instinctively took out their phones and searched “Backter Street”, where online information on Backter Street was scarce, without any formal introduction, and most mentions of the name were hushed and full of taboo.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
There was no need to search, really; just seeing the boundary, passing the guards at the entrance was proof enough that this place was not meant for ordinary people.
Bai Lian walked at the forefront of the group, pulling out her Bluetooth headset to put on, starting her audio reading.
He Wen happened to message her at this moment.
Both highly intelligent, they had also become friends online, especially since there were many things that He Wen didn’t dare complain about to others, only to Bai Lian.
He Wen: [Dude, are you also in Xiangcheng?]
He Wen normally addressed Bai Lian with great respect as “Boss,” but later got used to being brief and changed it to “Dude.”