There was a kind of impetuous and chaotic atmosphere flowing in the room.

The little overlord looked at Heizai condescendingly, proudly declaring his ownership of this drug/drug selling point. He was trying to show his authority, trying to imitate the posture of those gangsters, but it was always awkward, just like a child wearing his father's suit and preparing to go to work seriously, with a full posture, but it was really inconsistent. However, there was a sense of ruthlessness in those eyes. Just a gap of just two sentences, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger. Perhaps, he was not good at speaking and behaved awkwardly, but the turbulence hidden in the blood of youth was like a tight string, which would cut the skin - or even cut his throat.

Standing behind the little bully, all the Heizi's subordinates obediently raised their hands, motionless, fearing that they would become the next target. The little bully's subordinates obviously enjoyed such a moment. They patrolled with pistols with their pistols aimlessly, just like local dogs who had just marked their own field, proudly declaring that this was their territory.

Benny chewed gum, touched around and looked around, curiously looking at everything around him, like a baby who was singing. Everything was fresh to him. The muzzle everywhere seemed to not exist at all. He just wandered among the crowd, looking for something he was interested in. Suddenly, he heard that the little bully seemed to be out of control, so he turned around to stop it, but soon started the adventure again.

The air was filled with tenderness and playfulness as if it were a child's play, which almost made people unable to believe that this was a scene of the battle between the poison/products, and it was more like a group of five or six-year-old children playing house. However, the cold gunfire and the depressing atmosphere were constantly colliding, forming an indescribable absurdity with the picture in front of them, but it made people feel even more chilling in their hearts.

In this chaos, A Pao stood in the corner like an outsider, no one paid attention to him, and he did not join everyone. He just looked at the real and cruel farce in front of him from a bystander perspective, "I should take the opportunity to avenge my brother." A Pao looked at the little overlord who was only two steps away from him. His back was facing him at this moment, and the others ignored his existence. He just needed to pick up the pistol and pull the trigger to take revenge, without any difficulty.

A Pao's eyes fell on the loaded pistol on the table. He pursed his lips slightly, his eyes were filled with miscellaneous and struggling, as if he would reach out to grab the pistol in the next second. At this moment, a "bang" gunshot came, A Pao suddenly looked up, and then he saw Heizi lying on the ground. A Pao withdrew his gaze and hid the panic and fear in his eyes. This was not difficult - he had been used to it since he was a child.

A Pao glanced at the pistol again, but reason had already returned to his mind. His shoulders drooped slightly, with indescribable frustration and confusion. Then he turned around and took steps, ready to leave.

However, the minions standing at the door immediately raised their pistols and pointed them at A Pao in unison, which made A Pao stand in place awkwardly, unable to move forward or backward. The little overlord also turned around and unexpectedly saw a strange face. He couldn't help but mix garlic under his feet, but subconsciously raised his pistol and said arrogantly, "Where are you going?"

Benny, who was studying the lunch box on the table, immediately raised his head again and pressed down the little bully's pistol, "It's not his business."

The little overlord raised his shoulders high, as if he was wearing the Hulk's muscle suit, walked over swayingly, raised his chin and said with a provocative look, "What's your name, child?"

Child. The little bully called A Pao "child". They are peers who grew up together.

But A Pao did not worry about these details and replied in a low voice without pause, "A Pao."

But Benny remembered his childhood friend and explained, "He is Ah Dai's younger brother."

"Ah Dai?" Xiao Ba Wang's memory was a little blurred.

Benny found a pile of banknotes from the lunch box and started counting casually, "Diet."

The little bully then realized - the Ah Dai who had bullied him every day and was shot by him in the end, "Haha." The little bully laughed directly, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became, "Haha! Hurry up, kid, you go!" He raised his chin high and said to Ah Pao with his nostrils, "Tell everyone, the little bully is in charge now. We will sell white/pink, do you understand?"

Benny, who was standing next to him, began to suck the remaining ** in the lunch box heartlessly, spit out a mouthful of smoke in the direction where A Pao left, and said jokingly, "**." Then the little bully smiled with satisfaction, "Haha, haha..."

A Pao glanced at Benny, then lowered his head, turned around and left silently. The thin figure had indescribable loneliness and desolation, but his backbone quietly stood up, and he clearly left this place of right and wrong step by step.

Javier stood there stupidly, staring at everything that happened in front of him in a daze. All the process seemed to be exactly the same as before, but it seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. The emotional change that could not be expressed in words was like a grand firework, which was grandly staged in front of him.

Javier couldn't tell a reason, and he didn't even understand the specific difference. It seemed that the little bully was still a little panicked, as if Benny was still wandering outside the story, as if Apao was still a little bit hunched, as if other extras were still figuring out the situation, as if everything was a farce that was entangled in a mess of the army. Even the sixth-grade drama performance was even better than this disaster.

But it is precisely this restless and messy feeling that brings unparalleled reality - this is a group of miscellaneous soldiers, they are just a group of children, and after holding pistols, they become gangsters.

However, the little overlord's aura that could be out of control at any time rushed in the air, and when he moved, he raised his pistol, but no one knew when he would shoot. Perhaps the moment he felt relieved, the gunshot came; Benny's casual game mentality seemed to be just a sixth-grade drama rehearsal, and had nothing to do with shooting, poison/product, and blood, but the next second he emerged like a wandering soul, slowing down the tense situation; Apao's helpless and mixed emotions had a hint of inexplicable firmness, struggle, entanglement, fear, and retreat after he hesitation seemed so calm, just a shot, but it was better than a thousand words.

It is difficult to find an accurate word to describe that kind of meticulous change, but it can clearly feel the whole atmosphere, the whole feeling, and the whole artistic conception. Only by truly standing on the scene can you feel that... magical change.

If one month ago - just fifteen minutes ago, someone told Javier that performance is an art that cannot be expressed in words, he would burst into laughter. It was not because he disagreed, he knew that performance was also an art form, but he felt that this way of description was too illusory and sounded like a liar, just like the inspiration of the painter, the intuition of a woman and the taste of a fat man.

But now...Javier only felt his mind full of thoughts, but he couldn't express it.

Even after witnessing all this with his own eyes, Javier still felt that it was too incredible, as if nothing had changed, but it seemed that everything had changed. Of course, Javier would not think that there was a group of performance geniuses in front of him, who had integrated it in just fifteen minutes of rest. He knew clearly that the person who brought such a change was Lance.

This is the most amazing place!

Do all directors have such power to turn decay into magic? Javier suddenly developed endless interest in the film industry.

"Car!" Lance's voice came over, and everyone on the entire set held their breath and threw their eyes at Lance in unison, and then they heard Lance say, "The next scene."

Such a simple sentence made everyone on the set feel relieved. Hayden and Albert even cheered, causing Percy, who was standing next to him to roll his eyes. Seeing this scene, everyone burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere invisibly resolved a lot.

Albert then started to get busy. The next scene was still filmed in this room, but it required a lot of props and extras - because they were preparing to shoot the real process of making big/mari/packaging white/pink; Hayden also became busy, "People who have no scenes go out, they go out, and then they have to take close-ups and close-ups, and all the idle people go out to rest."

Javier greeted Martin, then quickly walked to Lance, "Sorry, Lance, can I have a brief talk with you now?"

"Say!" Lance's answer was simple and neat, and then hesitated to find that what he took out was a cigarette. He hesitated for a moment, put it back, took out a piece of dark chocolate from another pocket, opened the packaging and put it in his mouth.

Javier has long been used to this conversation pattern, and it seems that the initiative is always in the hands of Lance. "Why haven't you become an actor?" Lance was stunned and showed a puzzled expression. Javier quickly explained, "I mean, you are so handsome and have your own understanding of performance, and you can definitely become an excellent actor."

Lance raised his eyebrows gently, "It's true, you're so healthy and you're so good at handling emergencies, why haven't you become an officer?" This rebuttal made Javier choke directly, and Lance's mouth curled up slightly, "Or it's a call/sum/man/lang."

Javier burst out laughing, "You know what I mean, I believe that Hollywood must have countless agents who are eager to sign with you and make you an actor, maybe... the second Harrison Ford?"

Lance chuckled, threw a sentence and turned around to discuss the next work with Albert.
Chapter completed!