Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 711: Filming on the Streets

“Let’s go a bit further inside!”

Chadley suggested, “I checked it out before we came. Compared to this outer area, the space inside is bigger and cleaner.”

“There are also those yellow-painted railings, which are perfect for taking some more dynamic shots.”

“Sure.”

Xiao He agreed readily.

Liu Rulan and the others immediately followed their pace.

As they saw this group preparing to venture deeper into the alley, the homeless men who had been lurking across the street finally seemed to have been waiting for the right opportunity. They immediately stood up from the ground.

With their movement, a few more disheveled-looking characters emerged one after another from the narrow alley across the street.

Watching the filming team’s retreating backs, sneers spread across their faces.

Sure, that photographer had been wandering around their area earlier, but back then, Chadley had only brought a DSLR camera, and his outfit was drab and unassuming. He clearly didn’t look like someone with money, plus he was a pale-skinned big headache, so they couldn’t be bothered to mess with a street photographer like that.

But this time was different.

These foreign faces showing up now—they clearly looked like fat sheep!

Exactly the type they loved to target!

And for some reason, over the past few days, the boss they were following, Moses, had been getting worse and worse tempered. He’d throw a punch at the slightest provocation. Even the two brothers who had been following him before—who were once his most trusted lackeys—had gotten thoroughly thrashed by Moses a few days ago. Now, no one even knew where Moses had dumped them.

Seeing Moses with his head wrapped up like a mummy, none of them dared to ask about the two brothers’ fate, let alone what had happened between them. They could only keep their heads down and tread carefully.

Now that another group had come along to let Moses vent his anger, they figured his recent irritability would finally blow over.

So this bunch of small-minded fools, their heads addled by flour, stumbled across the street, heading toward Xiao He’s team.

But they hadn’t taken more than a few steps, just barely crossing the road, when suddenly the doors of a van parked on the street burst open, and several bald strong men in black suits climbed out.

Their figures stood like a wall, directly blocking the alley entrance. Their sunglass-clad faces stared coldly at the thugs in front of them.

The thugs: ?

What?!

They’d hired this many bodyguards?!

The scrawny thugs had to crane their necks just to look up at these bodyguards, who stood with their arms crossed, silent, looking down from their lofty heights in a blatant warning to these scumbags.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong—it seemed to be carved into their genes.

Their once-muddled gazes instantly snapped back to clarity.

“Uh, what are you guys doing? We’re just passing through, we’re going this way too—”

One of the thugs managed to rasp out.

But the bodyguards in black didn’t spare them a glance. They stood coldly at the alley entrance, resolutely blocking any “unauthorized personnel.”

“Maybe we should just forget it…”

Another thug muttered under his breath. “They look like trouble.”

Still, there was something really odd about these people. With such a knack for finding gold—able to afford this many bodyguards at once—they’d just run to their rundown little neighborhood to take photos… Were these rich people out of their minds?

“Yeah, yeah, that’s true…”

But some were still unconvinced.

“But we already told Moses about this place. If he comes over and sees this, won’t he just take it out on us again?”

“Forget it, forget it. Let’s just find somewhere else to hang out for a while! We’ll come back once Moses has cooled down!”

“Hey, that makes sense…”

So their bluster deflated like a punctured balloon, completely collapsing.

Deep in the alley, Liu Rulan glanced back at the thugs cowed by the bodyguard team, clasping her hands as she sneered, “Hmph, as if I’d give them that chance!”

Old Qi also looked at this very reliable bodyguard team and couldn’t help but sigh.

Talk about bad timing—these guys showing up now.

Ever since they’d been robbed while driving, Liu Rulan had decisively hired a small ten-person bodyguard team to follow them everywhere.

Especially when they were on the road, these bodyguards would drive behind them to protect the clients’ safety.

Even though this afternoon, after Xiao He and the others finished this shoot, they’d head straight to the airport to fly back to China, this bodyguard team had been dutifully tailing them the whole time.

Honestly, this was an unprecedented level of spectacle for Xiao He.

But considering that these people’s main purpose was to protect Sister Liu and Xiao Chen, Xiao He didn’t say anything and just went along with it.

Little did he expect that on this last day, the bodyguard team would actually come in handy.

Truly, enemies always cross paths—who would’ve thought that after all the twists and turns, the ones causing trouble for Xiao He and his group would still be the same crew.

Oh, of course, Moses probably didn’t consider those two brothers as people anymore, nor did he see the fools now calling him into a trap as his own insiders. Too bad, completely oblivious, he was still rushing over headlong.

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In the next scene, there happened to be a baseball bat someone had abandoned by the roadside.

Xiao He casually picked up the bat, vaulted over the yellow railing in front of him with one hand, and in the cameraman’s lens, it became a highly dynamic portrait.

The rolling shutters in this area mostly had a blue background, which, paired with the yellow railing and his overall gray-toned clothes, created a stark color contrast.

Chadley had a strong eye for detail and a quick reaction time. Basically, Xiao He didn’t have to repeat the same pose—Chadley would perfectly capture the most captivating moment in a sequence of movements.

In less than half an hour, their shoot was already complete.

This efficiency even impressed Liu Rulan.

Xiao Chen was also looking at the raw images on the camera, staring at the precisely composed, color-perfect shots, letting out exclamations of awe.

There really was a huge gap between people.

Even though Chadley mostly shot landscapes and human-interest photos, unlike studio photographers who specialized in shooting models, that didn’t mean he couldn’t do it or wasn’t good at it.

Xiao Chen could guarantee that the technical quality of what Chadley had shot in the last half hour far exceeded every photographer Brother Xiao had ever worked with!

Without exaggeration, this set of photos was definitely the most dynamic and highest-quality Xiao He had ever taken since entering the industry circle.

Chadley truly deserved his reputation as a renowned figure in the industry circle.

Even Liu Rulan, after going through all the photos, couldn’t help but nod repeatedly.

And the best part was that, honestly, at first glance, the background looked like nothing more than a run-down alley—the walls were peeling, the rolling shutters were rusty—but with the combined efforts of the model and the photographer, it actually gave off a feeling of a cyberpunk abandoned city.

Yet no matter how rebellious and cool the young man in the frame seemed, the place he occupied was already a completely abandoned underclass zone, destined to let him rot away alongside everything here.

—When an era moves too fast, the people and things left behind also lose their value.

The great ship of the times had hit a reef.

No one could escape.