The storm waves were stirred up in the azure blue eyes, just like a tsunami. The fierce color between the eyebrows and eyes hit hard like a bullet. The powerful and powerful aura of danger suddenly surged and boiled, almost making people flee in panic. "Sorry, sorry..." The young man standing in front was frightened and raised his hands in panic, "Mr. Strero, sorry, you misunderstood. We are not here to cause trouble!"

However, Lance did not relax at all, and frowned and expressed his confusion.

At this time, Lance finally saw the group of people in front of him. In fact, it was far from as many as I imagined. There were only more than fifty people in the two fronts and back blocking the main routes of the streets. There were more than thirty people on both sides, and the total number was not even comparable to the crew of "City of God". But they were entangled in groups, holding weapons in their hands, coming in full force, so they felt huge.

However, they were not here to cause trouble, so why did they appear here, and they were carrying weapons, clamoring that the crew must stop working. All this was obviously extraordinary.

The young man was locked tightly by Lance's eyes and couldn't help but touch his neck. The fear and oppression of a strong suspicion that his head would move in the next second was really scary. "I'm...I was sent by Jiman**, and he said, he had something to talk to you!"

Stealing Chicken Man** is the nickname of the most powerful gang leader around the City of God. Because he once stole Chicken when he was a child, his real name was Man**, so he was nicknamed "Stealing Chicken Man**". Lance and Man** had sat down face to face and talked. Although the two sides couldn't say they had a good conversation, the whole conversation went very smoothly.

"Talk?" Lance turned his head and looked at the postures around him. The murderous face clearly stated "I am not satisfied".

The young man choked when he was glaring at Lance's eyes. At this moment, the short man standing beside him suddenly walked forward half a step forward, squeezed the young man behind, and stood in front of Lance and shouted, "Stealing Jiman** said you must stop shooting, stop shooting immediately!"

The little guy who jumped out looked only fifteen years old, not tall, and only reached Lance's chest, so he had to raise his chin high and try to aim his nostrils at Lance, trying to overwhelm the other with his momentum, with contempt and arrogance written on his face, as if saying, "I am the messenger of the stolen Jiman**, you'd better bow your head!"

Lance was not in a hurry, but looked up and down at the little man in front of him. Lance had an impression of the young man. He had seen him when he visited Mann before. He was running errands with Mann; but this little man was completely unfamiliar. It can be seen that he was eager to show himself, but... for Lance, which onion is he?

The subtle contempt in Lance's eyes was like drizzle, slapped on the small man's shoulders lightly, which made the small man not only care, but also raised his chest more and more and made an arrogant attitude; but the small man became more and more guilty under Lance's gaze. The surging affliction and timidity made his feet tremble, as if standing in a drizzle of cows. At first, he didn't notice it, but gradually he found that his whole body was still wet, and the cold air had begun to invade the bones, making people shudder.

The little man finally couldn't help it and decided to take the initiative, "grass..." But even the first word was not finished, and he had time to say a syllable. A black muzzle pointed at his eyebrows, which made all the sounds in his mouth disappear in an instant. Then he followed the straight muzzle and saw the pair of eyes that looked like an abyss. The evil aura burst out between his eyebrows made him feel cold, as if he was an ant who had survived and could not make any moves of resistance.

"What do you think?" Lance's cold voice sounded. The scene that was boiling like a volcano just a few minutes ago was actually as bleak as the Arctic Circle.

Lance did not divert his sight, but the young man standing by was just aware: he should speak, "Uh..." He cleared his throat, "Stealing Jiman** said that this drama cannot start filming, the result will be very bad. He wanted to invite you to talk. Before you talk about the result, the entire crew must stop running. We...we are here to supervise you."

Lance still did not move his sight. The young man just saw Lance's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and the alarm sounded again. He quickly explained, "We can do nothing, we can't do anything, we can just supervise until the stealing Jiman** has further instructions!"

Lance was thinking about it all, but still had no clear idea. The group of people in front of him were small minions and knew very little. If you want to figure out what happened, it seems that you still have to visit Man** in person. However, Donald is not on the crew now...

Since the crew needed to use a large number of guns in the second half of the filming. Although they were mainly props, a small number of real guns were still needed to create effects. Donald arrived at the crew this morning to participate in the filming of the first scene, and then left the crew and went to the city government for discussion. First, obtain a gun use permit, and second, avoid causing armed fights, and requires the accompany of the police/police department.

Looking at the posture of the group of minions in front of him, Man** obviously refused to do anything to the crew. Before the negotiations, the crew could not continue to work. But the problem is that they had reached an oral agreement with Man** before. Why did Man** suddenly break his promise? Moreover, in the two months after that interview, Man** was meaningless. There were even two actors in the crew who came from Man**’s gang, but why did Man** suddenly attack today - the first day of filming of "City of God"?

This is not normal.

So, what exactly happened - to be precise, what unexpected happened in the past three days to a week that caused Mann to change his mind?

Lance squinted his eyes habitually and fell into his own thinking. Suddenly, a figure moved in his sight, which made him raise his eyes reflexively. Originally, Lance's eyes were not focused at all, so he couldn't see who was moving. Moreover, there was a group of gangsters in front of him. It was normal to move at will without discipline. However, Lance's alert eyes made the guilty person even more panicked. The figure in the crowd moved again, flashed behind a tall black man, trying to use that person to block himself.

The man flashed by, and Lance only glanced at it, but a face appeared in his mind: Calvin Johnson.

Calvin is a senior employee of the public relations department of Diorama. He was the first employee recruited after the public relations department was independent. He also stayed in the company for more than three years. He and Lance had a lot of jobs during the film promotion period, so Lance had an impression of him.

But why did Calvin appear here? Is it because Lance was dazzled?

A flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind, and Lance's whole mind turned around. If Ryan Cavalug sent someone to stumbling, then the matter would be explained. However, Ryan really looked down on him too highly. Even without other factors, filming "City of God" in Rio de Janeiro was enough to be busy. But now Ryan can't wait to get down and want to cut off all Reims's back-to-back - even a Portuguese Brazilian movie.

Perhaps, this should be seen as a kind of praise - Ryan's praise for Lance's ability.

Lance's first reaction was to go forward to verify, trying to seize Calvin among the crowd and confirm his thoughts; but his brain took the lead and stopped Lance's actions: not impulsive! Then, Lance's thoughts turned around in a circle. People always said that crises and difficulties were everywhere, but for some people, this could become an opportunity.

Lance's footsteps stopped in place, and in the direction of Calvin's hidden, pierced the crowd for a while, as if the air had condensed. Lance then looked away and lowered his head to the young man who was leading the way, "Wait here, give me three minutes, I'll go to see Man** with you."

After saying that, Lance turned around and walked towards the crew members.

Standing in the crowd, Calvin felt that he had nowhere to escape, as if he could feel Lance's eyes from all directions, and the sweat behind him slowly slid down. When Lance finally turned and left, Calvin let out a long breath, and his tight heartstrings relaxed almost made him lose all over his body.

The job Ryan assigned was really too difficult, but fortunately he was lucky enough to be unfair. Now that things have come to this point, the task was successful. As for the confrontation between Lance and Mann, he could not intervene again. However, Calvin did not think Lance had the ability to turn the tables. When he imagined Mann's expression, Calvin's nervous mood relaxed slightly, and even with a hint of briskness and pride - he himself did not expect that his work would be done so well.

Lance was a little anxious and there were countless question marks, but his steps did not reveal his true emotions at all. He was calm and powerful, calm, as if the sword and sword shadows surrounding him did not exist at all. When he came to the crew, Lance whispered, "I want to go over and find Man**. Now Donald is not here, I decided to go there alone, and the crew will leave it to you."

"Lance!" Albert and Hayden said in unison, with concern written on their faces, but Percy walked directly to Lance without saying a word, showing his simplicity with his actions.

But Lance waved his hand, "It's not the time for disputes, and things are settled." The decisive words are not allowed to refute at all, "You stay in the crew, appease all the actors, and make sure everyone doesn't have conflicts with those around you, and wait for me to come back!"
Chapter completed!