Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 433: Whose Paid Troll Army Just Swarmed In?

"Vroom, vroom, vroom—"

The sound of the motorcycle kept intensifying, its roaring noise turning the entire space restless, as if a cool-guy performance with its own background music was about to unfold here—

With the sharp sound of an explosion, the handsome Mohawk guy riding the motorcycle swiftly navigated through the corridor, executed a smooth turn, and successfully used the tail of the bike to knock away the gang members who had rushed up to intercept them.

Carrying a savage, unstoppable momentum, the motorcycle sped down the central spiral staircase in the hall at a shockingly fast pace, as if running on flat ground, without any hesitation. Before the charging gang members could even react, it successfully maneuvered around everyone—

"Vroom—"

The roar of the motorcycle sounded again, but it had already flashed downstairs in the blink of an eye.

When the cameraman stood in place, watching the motorcycle charging straight at him, this slightly portly, curly-haired uncle couldn't help but be intimidated by the ferocious momentum heading straight for his face.

Driven by an alertness to danger, his legs had already started trembling subconsciously, wanting to flee. Yet, a reckless professional spirit firmly nailed him to the spot, unable to move half a step. All that remained before his eyes was the oncoming motorcycle—

And the young man on the motorcycle, his expression resolute, his gaze focused intently ahead.

"Vroom—"

The motorcycle slammed its brakes hard on the pre-arranged ground, skidding with inertia and dragging out a long, black tire mark. Finally, the young man lowered his long leg and firmly planted it, causing the seemingly bulky motorcycle to instantly right itself from its tilted position and come to a steady stop on the ground.

"Cut!"

The tires inevitably emitted an unpleasant odor from the friction, and the camera shot was also filled with deliberately released white smoke. Yet, the expression on the young man's face remained unshakable, radiating absolute self-confidence and unflappable composure in the face of the enemy.

At this moment, the cameraman believed that anyone who saw this scene would become a hardcore fan of this unfamiliar Chinese face.

Even though this should have been the male lead's main battlefield, it still couldn't overshadow his charisma.

Many others shared the same thought as the cameraman.

However, no one showed it, everyone just focused on their respective tasks.

Only Liya, helped down from the motorcycle by Xiao He, wore a somewhat wistful expression. "Xiao He, I'm starting to believe you're a big star in your country."

If she were really this female lead, she thought she might just fall for someone else.

This Chinese handsome guy in front of her really had a unique charm.

Xiao He didn't overthink it, just smiled helplessly. "Not really, I'm not particularly famous in my country. We have many amazing senior colleagues, I'm still far from their level."

Liya looked at Xiao He in surprise, then shook her head earnestly. "Then people who don't like you really have no taste."

Xiao He blinked. "Then I'll thank Sister Liya for her liking."

Liya immediately covered her mouth with a light laugh.

This shoot was undoubtedly very smooth.

Before filming, many people didn't have much of an impression of this unfamiliar Chinese guy. After the shoot, Xiao He definitely secured a place among the hot topics of conversation within the production team.

Xiao He even encountered girls who directly asked for his contact information.

The girls were very pretty, but their foreign faces made him somewhat face-blind. Xiao He had no impression of them at all, didn't know them, and wasn't sure if they were staff members or actors from the production team. However, adhering to the principle of caution, he uniformly declined politely, saying he didn't have foreign communication apps.

Hmm, he did give them his foreign social media platform account, telling them they could follow him if they had time.

Tsk tsk, his own behavior of pulling for followers and fans was truly very professional!

Xiao He nodded with great satisfaction, completely oblivious to the girls' gloomy gazes.

One could only say these girls were truly deceived by Xiao He's current harmless appearance.

If they had just watched a few more scenes of Xiao He's "murder" scenes as the villain, their budding maiden hearts would have instantly "died."

After returning to the accommodation rooms in the castle, Liu Rulan, unusually, gave Xiao He a few more reminders, telling him to be cautious abroad too, to lay low and not get carried away.

Xiao He looked at Liu Rulan with a complex expression. "I know, Sister Liu."

Thanks a lot. After being in the industry for so long, he hadn't managed to score any romantic encounters, truly lonely as hell. At least these girls' invitations made him feel he hadn't been completely abandoned by the dating market.

Fortunately, Liu Rulan didn't know Xiao He's private thoughts.

Otherwise, she'd probably roll her eyes directly and deliver a "caustic" sharp critique: "You know perfectly well whether they're lusting after your body or just intrigued by an exotic fling!"

After finishing the corresponding scenes with the female lead, Xiao He rested for two days, then immediately switched to filming with the male lead.

Things were much simpler with the male lead. There wasn't much complex plot, Xiao He didn't even have many lines—just one "We're here!"—and then it was purely about combat.

It was just that filming at high altitudes was still quite challenging. The only comforting thing might be that none of the actors on set were afraid of heights, and they all had martial arts experience. After adjustments by the fight coordinator, they could coordinate perfectly for the fight scenes.

In this highlight scene for the male lead, Xiao He naturally wasn't the main focus of the camera, so he mostly stayed in the background, sparring back and forth with the villain's henchman actor opposite him.

Thus, this part of the shoot passed quite quickly, without any accidents or complications, proceeding smoothly and seamlessly.

Meanwhile, back in China, Xiao Zhou from Linghui Entertainment's operations team noticed something off again.

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Linghui Entertainment, Operations Department.

"I think this isn't right, is it?"

Xiao Zhou looked at the situation on foreign websites, his brow furrowed tightly.

"What's up?"

It was the same senior colleague from operations as last time, leisurely holding a teacup as he inquired.

Ever since Xiao He left China to film elsewhere, the workload for those of them staying in China specifically responsible for Xiao He's accounts had become relatively lighter. So today, this senior colleague was finally enjoying some leisure, planning to sip tea and secretly slack off a bit.

But Xiao Zhou's words made him sit up straight again.

"The comment sections under videos related to Brother Xiao's stage play 'Twelve Mirrors' have recently seen a lot of strange casual observers!" Xiao Zhou said seriously. "Most of these casual observers are also asking about Brother Xiao's name and identity, but the replies seem suspiciously like they're diverting traffic, pointing towards another actor."

"That actor seems to be legitimately performing at the Frank Goethe Grand Theater, equivalent to the official, authorized version recognized by the opera house. Some of the comments are also making comparisons and disparaging Brother Xiao, seemingly trying to label him as a copycat, or even blurring his identity as an actor, attributing his performance to this other performer."

Same stage play name, same character portrayal, both with Asian faces—many foreign netizens who didn't know the truth were really being swayed, thinking the stage performance clips of Xiao He were actually clips of that other performer's performance.

This thing was similar to marketing accounts taking things out of context. Upon closer inspection, it was full of holes, but the information barrier between domestic and foreign platforms was quite thick. So when this situation occurred, no one immediately clarified or explained.

The comment sections had become a paradise for others' revelry.

With just one glance, they realized something was off.

Whose water army had come charging over?