Chapter 15: Turn, Grapple, Twist, Subdue

Chapter 15: Turn, Grapple, Twist, Subdue

Yuan Feng had not yet contacted his superior, and he was getting anxious.

During the weighted run, his mind was elsewhere, gradually falling behind the group.

The island was covered with lush forests, the branches twisted and thick.

Occasionally, if he wasn't paying attention, he would get scratched, making it understandable for the split-screen camera to fall off.

Thinking this, Yuan Feng deliberately let out a strained voice, "Oops, the lens fell."

"Where did it fall?"

"No time to look for it!"

"Otherwise, there will be a penalty—"

"Wah wah wah, why is my brother's voice getting further away? I'm so worried something might happen to him!"

"Not that, but why didn't I hear any panic in Yuan Feng's voice? It sounded more deliberate."

"Don't talk nonsense, upstairs. Our little brother is the most innocent. How could he be so scheming?"

"That's right! He even refused to film kissing scenes in web dramas, saying he would quit!"

"..."

The fans discussed for a while before exiting Yuan Feng's live stream.

They tried to find their obedient little brother in other guests' cameras,

but to no avail.

At that moment, Yuan Feng had already run to a very secluded spot.

He turned his back to the track, crouched in the bushes, and pulled out the 'Little Spirit' phone hidden in his pants.

His fingers flew as he typed,

"A trainee's father is a corporate executive, and his mother is a company accountant. They once manipulated the voting machine..."

Just as he was typing this, Yuan Feng suddenly heard a slight noise behind him.

He immediately became alert, and the actions he had practiced countless times seemed to be triggered like a switch.

Turn, grapple, twist, subdue.

Only when he heard the yelping screams did Yuan Feng come to his senses, looking at the person he had pinned to the ground, "Why is it you?!"

"Let go of me!" Lu Yuanhang's face contorted in pain, "My arm must be broken!"

"You madman!"

"Do you want to kill me?"

Yuan Feng quickly withdrew his hand, his gaze landing on the split-screen camera on Lu Yuanhang's chest. He adjusted his angle to hide his "Little Spirit," then asked with a flushed face, "What were you doing hiding behind me? Trying to ambush me?"

Lu Yuanhang, sweating profusely, grew even angrier upon hearing Yuan Feng's question, "How dare you ask?! I was just checking if you were hurt, and you attacked me with lethal force?!"

"The fans in the live stream can testify; trying to deny it won't work!"

There was no such thing as genuine concern; he merely saw Yuan Feng acting suspiciously and came to disrupt whatever he was up to.

But Lu Yuanhang never expected to end up hurting himself.

His arm was visibly deformed, definitely fractured. Whether he could continue filming was uncertain...

Frustrated beyond measure, he looked towards the track, hoping to find someone to help, only to see Jian Li curiously peeking over, "Oh, what are you two... wrestling?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Help me! If it's too late and my arm gets complications, my brother won't let you off!"

The intense resentment in his eyes made it seem as if Jian Li was the culprit.

The fans in the live stream immediately took to their keyboards,

"I can't imagine how Brother Li endured this. With that bossy attitude, he actually donated blood to him?!"

"Oh my, please, God, take back my murderous thoughts. Please grant Lu Yuanhang death!"

"Honestly, when I saw Yuan Feng attack Lu Yuanhang, I felt a strange sense of relief. I'll go check my breast lumps tomorrow!"

"Although it feels a bit immoral, Yuan Feng looked so cool just now, like a special forces soldier! He said he wouldn't do action scenes, but he surprised us. His acting career just got wider!"

"What good intentions? That move was clearly meant to catch him off guard. Why didn't he say anything first?!"

"..."

"Jian Li, what are you standing around for? Are you stupid?!" Lu Yuanhang shouted again.

Jian Li nodded at Yuan Feng, "Need help?"

"N-no, I can handle it," Yuan Feng waved his hand.

"Alright." Jian Li nodded and continued running forward.

Seeing this, Lu Yuanhang's eyes widened, "Come back here! How can you leave me with a madman?!"

What happened in the past minute proved that Yuan Feng was indeed a madman.

Otherwise, which normal artist would display violence in front of the camera?!

Could it be that the company didn't give enough assignments?

Was he taking out his anger on me?

Hard to say!

These young people have a lot of aggression these days...

Lu Yuanhang's mind raced like a twisted pig intestine, and when he turned around, he saw Yuan Feng leaning over him; his pupils constricted, "Ah, don't come any closer!"

"Killing is illegal—"

Yuan Feng frowned, "Shut up!"

This guy is so noisy!

He grabbed Lu Yuanhang's arm and sharply twisted it, followed by a "snap."

"Just a dislocation, what are you screaming about?!"

"If you appear behind me again, it won't just be a relocation!"

"I'll go get a doctor for you; stay here." Yuan Feng left this statement and stepped over Lu Yuanhang.

At that moment, the malicious male supporting character, lying on the grass with his arm in his embrace, had silent tears sliding down his eyes.

Something isn't right,

Everything is wrong!

The one who should be tormented in the variety show should be Jian Li,

Why has it become me?!

Lu Yuanhang blinked weakly, his mind a jumbled mess.

When Yuan Feng returned to the training ground and faced the instructor, he recounted the sudden incident.

Of course, the part about sending messages with the "Little Spirit" was deliberately omitted.

"A dislocation?" Feng Dayuan raised an eyebrow, "You did the relocation?"

Yuan Feng paused, "Ah, I learned some first aid before."

Feng Dayuan, "Jian Li didn't help?"

Yuan Feng, "He asked, but I said no. He has his own tasks."

Feng Dayuan, "..." Quite a team spirit?

Is he really treating Jian Li as a teammate?

—

When Lu Siqi received the call, he was still in a meeting. Hearing the content, his face immediately changed, "What? Assaulted in the variety show?! Dislocated arm?!"

"What's the situation now?!" He stood up, walking out of the office under the puzzled gazes of his employees, "Is there any danger?!"

......

Lu Siqi hung up the phone, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes revealing a fierce look. Just as he wanted to dial that number, he suddenly remembered he had been blocked. Turning to the secretary, he said,

"Call that bitch Jian Li!"

The secretary hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button.

It rang for a long time before being answered,

"Who is this?"

"You actually dared to leave Lu Yuanhang to die?!" Lu Siqi snatched the phone and impatiently questioned through the receiver.

Hearing this commotion, Jian Li immediately knew who it was and his lips curled, "Not only did I dare to leave him to die,"

"I'll even add a secondary injury next time."