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

Chapter 712: Xiao He: "An Old Familiar Face, Perfect for Catching Up."

The shoot officially wrapped up.

Xiao He had also looked through Chadley's raw images and was very satisfied. He continued chatting with Chadley. "Your concept is really perfect. Please be sure to send me a full set of the original files when you get back."

In truth, if he could, he felt there was no need for any post-production retouching at all. The current raw images were brimming with a raw, primal charm, and the lighting was absolutely perfect. There was simply no need to gild the lily.

Chadley was also a bit reluctant to end things. He nodded decisively to Xiao He. "Of course, no problem, Xiao! My friend told me before that you would be an excellent model, and now that I see you, it's really true!"

"Huh? Did another photographer mention me to Chadley before?"

Xiao He was a bit surprised and began searching his memory.

However, due to work, he had encountered a great many photographers, so from Chadley's description, Xiao He simply couldn't recall who this friend of his was.

"It's Annison."

Chadley explained. "He recommended I watch your work, 'Law of the Jungle,' before. Later, I unexpectedly landed the job for 'Fast Speed Shadow 7,' and only then did I find out you had another new film about to be released overseas."

What had initially been just a casual chat between friends left a vague impression on Chadley. Later, when he ran into Xiao Chen on set, he finally remembered that person.

Until this time, having just discovered a suitable place for photos and coincidentally finding the right model, a desire to photograph models he hadn't felt in years inexplicably surged up.

The only pity was that Xiao He's schedule this time was still too tight. They hadn't had the chance to change to more locations or outfits.

Otherwise, they might have produced several more photos with different themes.

Upon hearing Chadley's words, Xiao He also hazily recalled a person like that. It was a foreign photographer he had met during the 'Law of the Jungle' promotional period when they were shooting for a magazine.

They had barely exchanged a few words.

But he never expected that this photographer Annison hadn't just been paying lip service. He had successfully promoted 'Law of the Jungle' to Chadley.

So, going round and round, had fate already been woven between them long ago?

"So it's photographer Annison. I really like his previous work too..."

A smile spread across Xiao He's face.

The group didn't linger there any longer. They chatted while slowly making their way back outside.

Unexpectedly, the entrance to the alley was now especially lively.

On one side were black-suited, imposing bodyguards, each looking aloof and sturdy.

On the other side was a growing group of thugs, holding God knows what random junk in their hands.

This group of thugs varied in height, but most were thin guys. Their general demeanor was far inferior to the bodyguard team. Even their stances were sloppy and crooked, looking like they'd had too much to drink and were ready to start a fight at any moment.

Only the middle-aged man standing at the very front was a bit rounder in build, making him stick out among the thugs. The strange thing was, his face was wrapped in gauze, swollen up like a pig's head. When he spoke, his breathing was labored. He would pause every few words, accompanied by a "huff-puff," making people seriously worry he might pass out from lack of oxygen.

As they got closer, Xiao He could make out his muffled, threatening words.

"You guys are way too arrogant, aren't you? This is our turf, after all. If you want to leave without showing us any respect, you'll find it hard to even get out of this neighborhood."

The bodyguards ignored him, standing like a silent wall, blocking out all their noise.

The scene in front of them was frankly ridiculous.

Liu Rulan watched the people gathering nearby and frowned slightly, feeling a certain wariness.

After all, this was someone else's territory.

"Such petty bullies are the worst. I knew we should have just paid them off and been done with it."

She crossed her arms, muttering disdainfully under her breath, and prepared to walk straight over and confront the people outside.

But Xiao He stopped her.

Xiao He was still carrying the stick he had picked up during the shoot. He tapped it rhythmically against the ground, producing an irregular sound. The expression on his face was also very amused.

"It's fine, it's fine. Let me handle this. An old acquaintance. Last time, he was the one who helped us 'find' our stuff. Perfect for catching up."

Saying this, Xiao He turned to Lao Qi for confirmation. "Right, Lao Qi?"

Lao Qi was speechless for a long moment before finally nodding in silence.

If repeatedly forcing someone to kneel and kowtow, then "sincerely" returning stolen goods counted as "helping find things," then how could this not be considered that?

Liu Rulan also fell silent.

Only Xiao Chen looked left and right, then asked in a well-behaved, quiet voice, "So, are we still calling the police?"

Unfortunately, Xiao He didn't answer him. He walked straight up to the front of the bodyguard team.

The head bodyguard, seeing Xiao He approach, shielded him even more tightly, preparing to forcibly push through the thugs and lead Xiao He and the others away.

But Xiao He just raised his hand, signaling them not to act for now. Then he walked over to Moses, who was still "huff-puffing," and stood in front of him. The bodyguard team could only re-form behind Xiao He, watching the other side's every move.

Xiao He's gaze swept over Moses's pig-like face. He felt not a shred of guilt for beating up a gangster drug dealer. Instead, he earnestly admired his own artistic creation before speaking in a flawless London accent, "It seems there's no rule about whose turf this is. And those things were never your property."

Hearing Xiao He's voice, Moses somehow felt a strange familiarity. It was as if on some night, a demon with the same voice had whispered in his ear.

But he didn't dwell on it.

Looking the young man who had stepped forward up and down, Moses snorted coldly. The mind of a crooked merchant kicked in, and he began to quibble, "But the graffiti in your photos was all painted by our people. Since you photographed it, you have to pay us a copyright fee! Otherwise, it's copyright infringement! Either you pay up, or you delete all those photos you just took!"

In short, if they didn't pay, they weren't leaving with the photos!

Behind the bodyguards, Chadley heard these people were plotting to delete his photos and immediately got anxious. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to argue, but Liu Rulan held him back. "Don't worry. Xiao He can handle it."

On Xiao He's side, it was the first time he had ever heard a street thug talk to him about copyright fees. The mood he had been carefully cultivating almost shattered, and he burst out laughing.

"Huh? Copyright fees?"

Ugh, did this guy knock his head too hard a few days ago and go stupid?

Talking about copyright fees with him?

"Good point!"

Xiao He's expression lit up with sudden understanding.

"We really should pay up!"

The young man clenched his fist and tapped his palm, then smiled amiably and waved Moses over. "Come here, come here."

"What for?"

Moses looked at this unpredictable guy, whose expression had changed instantly, and became cautiously alert.

Somehow, a chill shot straight up Moses's spine.

"Get some cash for them in a moment."

Xiao He turned sideways and said to a nearby bodyguard.

And upon hearing the word "money," Moses's merchant DNA twitched, causing him to unconsciously take a step forward...

Then, in the next instant, a familiar, terrifying pulling force came from his collar. Moses's pupils constricted, his breath stopped, and before he could even scream, there was a "BANG" as he slammed into the wall beside him.

The familiar sound of his nasal bone cracking came again—

"OWWW——"