Chu Yi pulled He Zhan’s hand down. “Find a place to hide. I’ll go take a look.”
Hide well, hide well…
He Zhan’s mind went blank with fear. Sure enough, he followed the instruction without thinking. He spotted the recliner where he had been sitting during his break and thought the gap behind the backrest was perfect for hiding. Without a second thought, he squeezed into it.
He Zhan’s assistant: “…”
“Little He Teacher, let’s hide in the van. It’s safer there.”
He felt that as He Zhan’s assistant, he still had to worry about the artist’s image. Wasn’t Little He Teacher afraid that someone with ulterior motives would photograph him sneaking into every nook and cranny like this? Wouldn’t his true fans, who praised him as handsome every day, have their filters shattered?
He Zhan finally snapped out of it. “Right, right. Let’s go to the van…”
Meanwhile, Chu Yi dashed to the edge of the stone platform, kicked off with one leg to borrow force, and leaped onto the two-meter-high platform. Under the stunned gazes of Ji Dao and the others, the hem of his military uniform fluttered lightly as he vanished into the bushes.
Ji Dao only snapped back to his senses then. He drew in a sharp breath and hurriedly shouted for the film crew’s security team to go find him and bring him back.
This guy was also an ancestor. The other person had a gun—who knew if Chu Yi could handle it?
Ji Dao and the others chased to an open hillside, where they inexplicably encountered a Ghost Hitting Wall, seeming unable to find the road and circling the same spot.
Just as everyone’s hearts began to grow uneasy, a long leg clad in black military boots brushed aside the grass and stepped in. “Director Ji, why are you all here?”
He appeared like a savior descending, easily breaking the restraints. The surrounding space began to flow again. Ji Dao and the security team noticed the change and exchanged glances. Seeing Chu Yi’s hair and uniform utterly undisturbed, his breathing steady and unharmed, they increasingly felt he was unfathomably deep.
Ji Dao smiled wryly. “Isn’t it because we were worried about you? Are you okay? That guy had a gun. If he ran, so be it…”
Before he finished speaking, he saw Chu Yi drag something out from the bushes with one hand while holding a realistic-looking Slow-acting Poison in the other—one that the props team didn’t have.
Ji Dao: “…”
That was a burly man. Did Chu Yi have to drag him around like a rag doll? And what was up with his hands and jaw? They looked limp and floppy, unable to close properly?
Seeing Ji Dao and the others staring at the assassin’s unnaturally dangling hands, Chu Yi explained, “I was afraid he’d resist, so I dislocated both his shoulder joints. I removed his jaw to prevent suicide. This guy seems to be backed by an organization—we definitely can’t let him die just like that.”
Ji Dao: “…How did you know he was backed by an organization?”
“He has an Identity Badge.” Chu Yi tucked the pistol into his belt, then pulled out something from his body—a small brass badge inscribed with the two words “Di Sha.”
Ji Dao leaned in for a look. “What do these two words mean? A code name?”
“I don’t know. It could also be his rank in the organization.” What Chu Yi didn’t say was that this Identity Badge was also a low-level Magic Artifact, something like the Mysterious Trace Array. Moments ago, when the assassin saw him giving chase, he’d activated the Command Plaque without hesitation.
But now that Chu Yi had recovered sixty percent of his strength, such a low-grade Magical Artifact was no different from a 3D projection to him. He could tell real from fake at a glance… which was how he’d caught the guy so quickly and even doubled back to rescue Ji Dao and the others.
“His identity is a bit special. I’ve already notified the Special Affairs Office to come handle it. Director Ji, just make sure no one in the film crew talks loosely.”
Ji Dao had been fretting over what to do next when he heard Chu Yi’s words. He immediately nodded in delight. “Got it, got it. I’ll definitely keep them in line.”
A killer organization wasn’t something a small director like him could deal with. They’d already seen how ineffective calling the police had been. It was best if Chu Yi was willing to help.
“What’s the deal with you and that He Zhan?” Yu Qingxian, who had possessed Chu Yi’s Peijian again, hadn’t spoken until now. Seeing Chu Yi hand the assassin over to Ji Dao and the security team before walking aside, he finally asked.
Chu Yi easily detected the thick sourness in President Yu’s tone. He touched his nose and explained, “He Zhan dated a boyfriend before named Lu Changzhou from the Lu Family, but the Lu Family strongly opposed them being together…”
He summed up the causes and effects in just a few sentences, starting with the key point right away. Now it was Yu Qingxian’s turn to feel awkward. “Ahem, so that’s how it is. I know the Lu Family too. I didn’t expect them to disregard the law like this.”
Chu Yi handed the assassin over to the Special Affairs Office people and washed his hands of it. Back at the hotel, he took out the Little Booklet he’d written halfway and continued.
“What are you writing?” Yu Qingxian felt a bit uncomfortable. Before, no matter how busy Chu Yi was, he’d chat idly with him, even explaining talisman and pill refining methods that he didn’t understand.
