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

Chapter 714: So That Xiao He Really Is a Gangster…

With the sound of car engines, the group left the scene.

But just before leaving, the trailing vehicle briefly stopped at the alley entrance for a moment and tossed out an ordinary bag.

"Our boss said this is for medical expenses."

The bodyguard leaning in the passenger seat adjusted his sunglasses, his tone particularly strange. Then, without waiting for the group at the alley entrance to react, the vehicles drove straight off.

Only after the group had completely disappeared at the end of the street did the timid people at the alley entrance dare to sneak out and pick up the bag.

Opening it, it really was money.

The confused homeless man pulled out the cash and counted it, only to find that it was an exact amount—not a single cent off.

What was this supposed to mean?

Those guys had beaten people up and left, yet they deliberately left money as compensation? What did that signify?

But who would have thought—seeing the money and hearing the exact amount, Moses's freshly bandaged face turned green on the spot.

"FUCK! FUCK!"

He flew into a rage and directly knocked the money to the ground.

No other reason—this amount of money was neither more nor less, precisely what he had paid for his last clinic visit.

In other words, the medical expenses that person gave him were literally the same as last time's bill.

The most provocative thing wasn't the money itself, but how thoroughly that person understood him.

Moses's expression turned dark. He felt a fire burning in his chest, but he couldn't vent it, and he didn't dare to vent it either.

Actually, if that night Xiao He and his crew had only beaten Moses up, then Moses might have fought back when he ran into Xiao He today—regardless of who Xiao He was, he would have charged in swinging. After all, in his own territory, getting beaten was like having his dignity trampled into the dirt.

Moses would absolutely never accept that.

But what really got him was this: when Moses was throwing a fit at the clinic, vowing to find those two bastards, he got threatened by an email…

The detailed contents of that email were so thorough that even Moses felt dazed after reading them.

Simply put, it was a complete record of his criminal history.

There were even some things in there that he himself couldn't remember clearly, but the document laid them out plainly, complete with evidence, nailing his deeds beyond any doubt. If anyone else saw it, he would be dead for sure.

And in that email, there were multiple incidents like this.

Oh, and there were also a few counts of moral corruption thrown in for good measure.

If the first part fell into the hands of the authorities, he'd be screwed. If the second part fell into the hands of the underworld, he'd be dead.

But Moses had no idea how this information had leaked out—or how that gang's young master had gotten his hands on it.

So revenge? Fighting back? Moses was scared out of his wits, okay!

And now, staring at the medical expenses that were accurate down to the last decimal point, he knew he was still under that person's surveillance. That man practically had eyes and ears everywhere!

Otherwise, how could he know exactly how much Moses had spent on his last injury?

This was a black-market clinic!

With that kind of information network, that level of control… Moses could only be grateful that he had backed down quickly. Otherwise, he would have ended up keeping company with those two brothers in hell…

Tsk, so who the hell was that guy anyway? He hadn't heard of any new Eastern faces popping up nearby recently!

While Moses was both terrified by the other party's intelligence network and questioning his own existence, a young thug who followed him suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Ah! Boss! I know who he is."

Moses immediately narrowed his eyes (though in reality, they were too swollen to open) and looked at the blond-haired thug beside him, his tone dripping with suspicion: "You know him?"

This thug was the youngest in the group, having dropped out of school early to follow them. He usually liked to surf the internet and would even post pretentious showing-off videos on short-video platforms.

So naturally, he had some impression of Xiao He, who was getting heavy promotion on the foreign short-video platform.

And thank goodness Xiao He's aura was distinctive enough that anyone who saw him once would leave a lasting impression—especially since today's Xiao He had been in full force, his villain vibe practically spilling out of the screen. It was completely different from his usual personality, but quite similar to many of the roles he played.

So after thinking back the whole ride, the thug finally remembered!

"His name is… something, anyway, I think he's an actor from China."

The thug met Moses's suspicious gaze, frantically pulled out his phone, and started looking up information.

Soon, he found the relevant data and cautiously showed it to Moses: "Boss, it's him! A while ago, the production team for *Fast Speed Shadow 7* came here to promote!"

Moses immediately grabbed the phone and glanced at it, then read the name out loud: "…Xiao He?"

Xiao He?

A Chinese actor?

At that moment, Moses's mind raced with thoughts. He even wondered if he had been scammed.

But soon, another thug who was also searching for information on Xiao He quietly muttered: "Boss, this Xiao He really does seem unusual. I heard people saying a long time ago that he has a strong underworld background back in China!"

Hearing that, Moses immediately turned to look.

That thug quickly groveled and showed Moses his phone: "Boss, this is a comment from last year. At the time, a lot of Chinese netizens confirmed it. Later on, people also said that Xiao He has connections here too. He even walked around town with a bunch of gang members before!"

Moses's face turned serious as he carefully read those comments.

[I've said before that the rumors on foreign sites about Brother Xiao being a gangster crown prince were actually true. I saw it with my own eyes. Brother Xiao personally brought people to rescue me. His guys were incredibly skilled, they beat people up like it was nothing. I swear I'll be Xiao He's dog for life!]

[? What kind of meme is this?]

[Pfft, it's been so long, and you guys overseas still haven't connected to China's internet?]

[Ahem, the fact that Xiao He is a crown prince—I thought everyone knew that by now?]

[Oh yeah, yeah, it's true! I saw it too!]

[Yes, yes! I'm an insider! I'm telling you, everything you said is right.]

[Haha, I'm dying laughing. Whoever believes this is in for a treat!]

The written words couldn't convey the tone of voice.

So Moses had no idea that the string of "yes, yes" responses was actually an inside joke among meme-spreaders.

After all, on foreign sites, those netizens were quite united.

And Moses, who didn't often go online, naively trusted everything these people said with the innocence of a lamb.

So after reading all of that, Moses broke out in a cold sweat.

"So, so it's true…"

Compared to the stricter social climate in China now, many people abroad had genuinely started out as gangsters before transitioning into celebrities.

Naturally, Moses didn't doubt Xiao He's underworld identity.

In fact, after this whole series of events, he was fully convinced.

This Xiao He had too powerful a background—not only did he have connections in China, but he was just as formidable overseas…

Moses wiped his sweat, hesitated for a moment, and then said quietly to the first thug: "What did you say that movie they promoted was called?"

"Huh? Oh, it's *Fast Speed Shadow 7*! Boss, they're having their premiere tomorrow—" The thug didn't know what Moses was thinking yet and cautiously tested the waters: "So, should we go to a nearby theater and stir up some—" trouble…

"Good, let's go buy tickets at the nearby theater."

Moses reached into his pocket: "Buy as many as we can."

He just hoped that whoever was watching him now would stop targeting him! He really was wrong this time!

At this moment, Moses wished he could drag those two troublemaking brothers back and beat them up again.

Then he glared at everyone around him: "You all go buy too! Everyone, go buy!"

Wasn't it just a movie?

Support! They absolutely had to support it!

Meanwhile, Xiao He had no idea that because of the series of online controversies from last year, his image and background in Moses's mind had already taken on a life of their own.

On the way to the airport, Xiao Chen had been asking Xiao He about the reasons like a curious child, pressing him relentlessly.

Xiao He thought for a moment and then cheerfully shifted the blame back to Lao Qi: "Ah, it's because Brother Qi's friend is really powerful. Once he recognized us, he didn't dare to mess with us."

Lao Qi, who was driving: "…"

Whatever the boss said was the truth.

Xiao Chen: "Huh?"

Somehow, something just felt off.