Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 233: The Hated Bird and the Crow

After seeing these details, Xu Xiangbei had no interest in this film whatsoever. On the contrary, the alluring beauties with long legs at the opposite No. 2 soundstage seemed more appealing.

Xu Xiangbei was just about to greet Dongfang Bai, who was suspended mid-air, intending to return when suddenly he heard a barely perceptible ’clunk’.

The sound came from the iron wire suspension holding up Dongfang Bai from above.

Then, Dongfang Bai tumbled down from the high top of the soundstage, and the director’s team immediately cried out in shock. No one expected the steel wire suspension to snap.

Fortunately for Dongfang Bai, Xu Xiangbei’s keen eyes and swift actions allowed him to dash forward in an instant. His Inner Strength surged into his arms, performing a perfect "Tyrant Lord Supports the Tower" to catch Dongfang Bai steadily.

The immense impact surged like a tide but was effortlessly deflected by his Inner Strength.

Dongfang Bai still had a piece of steel wire attached to his waist. Xu Xiangbei glanced at the broken end, noticing obvious signs of a blade cut, with one half showing a remarkably neat incision.

If his guess was correct, someone had cut the steel wire halfway through, which didn’t snap immediately but gradually broke due to the gravity after suspending Dongfang Bai for a while.

Falling from such a height, even if not fatal, would certainly break a leg. What kind of person is this sneaky?

Xu Xiangbei scanned the surroundings. Everyone was astonished, unable to grasp how such a sturdy steel wire suspension could break.

Although Dongfang Bai was unharmed, the director was outraged, furiously berating the set manager responsible for equipment. If Dongfang Bai were injured, it would be a minor yet significant accident, affecting the shooting schedule not to mention displeasing the boss, jeopardizing the director’s position.

Suddenly, a shadow shrank back from the doorway behind, looking extremely furtive. The person appeared fearful to see Dongfang Bai fall, clearly harboring a guilty conscience.

Xu Xiangbei placed Dongfang Bai down and stealthily pursued the figure.

The person hiding at the rear entrance of the soundstage was a middle-aged man, wearing an ill-fitting costume, his hair crown tilted askew, resembling an extra.

Upon seeing Xu Xiangbei, the middle-aged man recognized him as Dongfang Bai’s acquaintance from the soundstage, turned desperately anxious, and took off in a sprint.

Being upright and not afraid of shadows, fleeing upon seeing him clearly indicated wrongdoing. Xu Xiangbei caught up in a few strides, kicking him down to the ground.

Xu Xiangbei lightly grasped the middle-aged man’s wrist, "Was it you who cut the rope?"

The middle-aged man wore an utterly innocent expression, his face twisted in despair, "Brother, it wasn’t me. Really, it wasn’t. I swear to heaven, if I were the one who cut the rope, I’d deserve to die horribly."

Xu Xiangbei raised an eyebrow. The man’s pulse was steady, likely not lying. So why did he run upon seeing him and act anxious unless he knew something?

"Speak up, why did you run when you saw me? Do you know something?"

The middle-aged man glanced around. Being behind the iron-sheet house of the soundstage, rarely did anyone come. He gritted his teeth, "I don’t know. Anyway, I didn’t cut the rope."

The quickened pulse indicated the middle-aged man knew something but was afraid to speak.

A thread of needle-like Inner Strength seeped from Xu Xiangbei’s fingers, and an unbearable pain surged within the man’s body, as if pierced by countless steel needles, "Will you talk?"

The middle-aged man cried, "I’ll talk, brother, spare me. I’m just an extra here. You better run; the rope was cut by Boss Lu, and he’s already here for you. You’ve troubled his little brother; he won’t let you off."

Xu Xiangbei released his grip, coldly told the middle-aged man, "Be true to your word. You lack honesty. Knowing someone cut the steel suspension, you should courageously stand up. If Dongfang Bai genuinely got injured today, though it wasn’t your cut rope, you’re still complicit, aiding the crime silently. You’re an accomplice. Leave, I don’t wish to trouble you."

Clapping sounded from behind, Lu Yan stepped out with two burly men. Upon seeing Lu Yan, the middle-aged man turned pale with fright, scrambling to flee, shedding the costume along the way, likely never daring to be an extra here again.

"You and your brother are alike, always playing dirty and ruthless. You want revenge for your brother, but why cut Dongfang Bai’s suspension rope? You could have killed him."

"When someone loves a home, they cherish everything within it. I despise everything related to it. Dongfang Bai is your friend. I want you to watch in front of your eyes as your friend’s leg breaks and know that he suffers because of you."

Xu Xiangbei felt a subtle anger, "You’re despicable. I’m not familiar with him; it’s only the second time we’ve met. You harm the innocent due to your hatred for me. I won’t let you off today."

Lu Yan and the two burly men exchanged smiles, "You sure stole my lines. How could you steal my lines? You have a knack for acting. If you were an extra, maybe the director would spot you for a minor part."

One of the burly men looked disdainful, "You’re close to death, yet so cocky and even threaten us. After seeing Boss Lu’s methods, you’ll settle down."

"Heh, kid, initially just wanted to break a leg of yours. Now that you’ve found out everything, we have no choice but to cripple you."

A stream of blue aura surged from Lu Yan’s fist, invisible to the eyes of ordinary people. Yet Xu Xiangbei, trained in the "Ancient Primordial Scripture," was highly sensitive to humans’ Inner Strength flows. Lu Lin was not a mere brawny contender but had some serious skills.

Lu Yan was dressed in period costume, its era indiscernible. His wrist bore copper-studded wrist guards, and he launched his fists with full force. Every move aimed to kill, each punch aimed at critical points.

The two burly men took out cigarettes, lighting them leisurely, feeling that shortly, Boss Lu would certainly knock the opponent down.

Lu Yan had prowled through Qinghai Film and Television Base triumphantly; no one could endure even a few of his punches. But today, he’d met Xu Xiangbei.

His fist style bore resemblance to Lu Family Fist, dominated by tight-knit attacks, seemingly like a torrential storm. A strike from him would surely snap tendons and bones.

He thought his punches were almost at their zenith, only to find Xu Xiangbei faster. Right when he felt he’d hit his target, Xu Xiangbei suddenly, lightly dodged, disappearing from sight.

He grew increasingly anxious, forced to exert every ounce of power, his fists becoming mere shadows, invisible.

Xu Xiangbei, however, like an agile bat, darted here and there amidst his fists’ shadow. Unable to hit him, nor did Xu Xiangbei counter-attack, as if playing hide-and-seek with Lu Yan.