The filming had officially come to an end.

Xiao He also looked through Chadley's raw photos and was very satisfied. He continued chatting with Chadley, "Your concept is truly perfect. Please be sure to send me a full set of the raw photos after you get back."

In fact, if possible, he felt there was no need for post-production editing at all. The current raw photos were full of raw, wild charm, and the lighting was perfect; there was simply no need to 'paint feet on a snake'.

Chadley also felt like he hadn't had enough. He nodded decisively to Xiao He, "No problem at all, Xiao! My friend said before that you would be an excellent model, and seeing you now, it's true!"

"Oh? Have other Photographers talked to you about me before, Chadley?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Xiao He was a bit surprised and began to search his memory.

However, due to work requirements, he had met a vast number of Photographers. Based on Chadley's description, Xiao He couldn't recall at all who that friend might be.

"It was Annison."

Chadley explained, "He recommended your work 'Law of the Jungle' to me before. Later, I unexpectedly landed the job for 'fast car shadow 7' and found out you had a new project coming out abroad."

At the time, it might have just been casual chatter between friends, and Chadley had only a vague impression. It wasn't until he met Xiao Chen on-site that he finally remembered such a person.

Until this time, perhaps because he had just discovered such a suitable place for photos and happened to meet the right model, his heart—which hadn't photographed a model in years—somehow suddenly stirred.

The only pity was that Xiao He's schedule this time was still a bit rushed, so there wasn't enough time to change into more locations and outfits.

Otherwise, they might have been able to produce several other photos with different themes.

Hearing Chadley's words, Xiao He also vaguely remembered such a person—a foreign Photographer he had met while shooting for a magazine during the promotion period of 'Law of the Jungle'.

They actually hadn't even spoken more than a few sentences to each other.

He hadn't expected that Photographer Annison wasn't just being polite and had successfully recommended 'Law of the Jungle' to Chadley.

So after all these twists and turns, fate had already connected them, hadn't it?

"So it was Photographer Annison. I also really like the works he's shot before..."

A smile appeared on Xiao He's face.

The group didn't linger and instead walked slowly toward the exit while chatting.

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

On one side were burly bodyguards in black suits, each looking cold and aloof.

On the other side were thugs gradually gathering, holding all sorts of random things in their hands.

These thugs were of varying heights, but most were scrawny. Their mental state was far inferior to the bodyguard group; even their posture was crooked, looking like they had drunk too much and were ready to pick a fight at any moment.

Only the middle-aged man standing at the very front had a rounder build, looking out of place among the thugs. However, for some reason, his face was wrapped in a mass of gauze, swollen like a pig's head. When he stood there talking, his breathing wasn't very smooth; every time he paused, he would follow it with a few'snorts,' making one worry he might faint from lack of breath.

As they approached, Xiao He also clearly heard his slurred, threatening words.

"Aren't you guys acting a bit too arrogant? This is our territory, after all. Now you want to leave without showing any respect? I'm afraid it'll be hard for you to walk out of our neighborhood."

The bodyguards ignored him, acting like a silent wall that blocked out all the noise from these people.

The scene before them was truly laughable.

Liu Rulan looked at the people gathering nearby and frowned slightly, feeling somewhat wary.

After all, this was # Nоvеlight # someone else's turf.

"Those little pests really are troublesome. If I'd known, I would have just paid to make the problem go away."

She crossed her arms and muttered quite speechlessly, preparing to walk straight over and confront the people outside.

However, her movement was stopped by Xiao He.

Xiao He was still carrying the stick he had picked up randomly during the shoot. At this moment, the stick was tapping the ground every now and then, making an irregular sound, and the expression on his face was very playful.

"It's fine, it's fine. I'll do the talking. He's an old acquaintance. Last time, he was the one who helped us 'find' our things. It's just the right time to catch up."

As he spoke, Xiao He also sought confirmation from Lao Qi: "Right, Lao Qi?"

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

If repeatedly making someone kowtow and'sincerely' return stolen goods counted as that, then how could it not be?

Liu Rulan also fell silent.

Only Xiao Chen looked left and right, asking in a small, obedient voice, "Then... are we still calling the police?"

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

Seeing Xiao He approach, the lead bodyguard captain protected him even more closely, preparing to force their way through the crowd of thugs and lead Xiao He and the others away.

However, Xiao He just raised his hand, signaling them not to act yet. He then walked up to the'snorting' Moses and stood still. The bodyguard group could only stand behind Xiao He again, closely monitoring the other side's movements.

Xiao He's gaze swept over Moses' pig-like face. He didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for beating up a Gang drug dealer. Instead, he seriously admired his own artistic creation before speaking in a perfect London accent, "There doesn't seem to be a rule stating whose territory this is, and those things aren't your property either."

Hearing Xiao He's words, for some reason, Moses felt the voice sounded very familiar, as if a demon with the same voice had whispered in his ear one night.

But he didn't think too much about it.

Sizing up the young man who had stepped forward, Moses snorted coldly. His profiteer's mind immediately began to quibble, "But the drawings you photographed were all painted by our people. Since you've photographed them, you must pay a copyright fee, otherwise it's infringement! You either give us money, or you delete the photos you just took."

In any case, if they didn't give money, they shouldn't think about leaving with the photos!

Behind the bodyguards, Chadley immediately got anxious when he heard these people were planning to delete his photos. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go argue, but he was pulled back by Liu Rulan: "It's fine, Xiao He can handle it."

And here, it was the first time Xiao He had heard a local thug talk to him about copyright fees. The emotions he had been building up almost broke into a laugh.

"Ha? Copyright fees?"

Uh, did this brother bash his head stupid a few days ago?

Talking to him about copyright fees?

"That makes sense!"

Xiao He suddenly realized.

"Then we indeed should pay!"

The young man struck his palm with his fist, then waved at Moses with a smile, "You, come here, come here."

"What for?"

Looking at the fickle guy in front of him who had changed faces in an instant, Moses secretly raised his guard.

For some reason, a chill ran straight up Moses' spine.

"You guys get some cash for them in a moment,"

Xiao He said sideways to a nearby bodyguard.

Hearing the word 'money,' Moses' businessman DNA twitched again, making him subconsciously take a step forward...

Then, in the next moment, a familiar, terrifying pulling force came from his collar. Moses' pupils shrank and his breath hitched. Before he could even scream, he hit the nearby wall with a 'thud'.

The familiar sound of a nose bone fracturing came again—

"Aow—"