Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"You idiots who waste my time with your nonsense, do you know how they all die in the end?"

Hearing no response, the woman on the other end of the phone paused noticeably, then became impatient, "I'll ask you one more time, who are you?"

“You heard me right, Lü Shuang,” Bo Bing said softly, her eyes lowered.

The humid, hot night wind rushed in through the window. The black-haired youth took a deep breath, stood up, and looked down at the city below the hotel. His eyes were filled with an unfathomable darkness as the night wind blew the edges of his shirt.

"I am Feng Tianhan."

There was a three-second silence on the other end.

"You're not dead?"

The woman's voice was somewhat shrill, piercing the thin, icy eardrums.

"God has been kind to us."

Bo Bing chuckled softly, though it was unclear how much of the curve of her lips was mocking. "My luck isn't too bad."

The woman's voice rang out, "That's because you're lucky."

The two fell silent again, a silence that seemed to have become particularly frequent tonight.

"Lu Shuang, help me keep an eye out for Chinese medicinal herbs in Southeast Asia," Bo Bing took a deep breath. "That's your territory, so find a way to help me select sources and markets."

"Chinese medicinal herbs?"

"Ah."

The other party was clearly taken aback for a moment, then hesitated, "How can you prove that you are Feng Tianhan?"

"Our first meeting was eight years ago in the capital of Country S, after Lu Haide's funeral. You were severely injured by Lu Lin during his pursuit, and your mother died on the spot. I took you and your companions away. Two years later, you returned to the Golden Triangle, where there was local armed unrest. You sent someone to find me, and I arranged for someone to bail you out to the local warlord. Later, during the construction of the [Double Mouth Territory], Ice Age also provided resources. To protect his position as leader, Lu Lin and his maternal uncles destroyed four coastal cargo holds that Ice Age was handling..."

“We watched Lü Lin die three years ago in a secret room in Country Y. He was already partially paralyzed then. The gun was mine, but you fired it; that was the last bullet,” Bo Bing stared at the night sky. “We publicly claimed he was killed by a defector subordinate…”

"enough."

The woman had clearly believed Bo Bing's story; Lü Lin's death was so well concealed that no one knew about it except for her own confidants.

Moreover, there were only the two of them in the secret room at the time, and the fact that this guy could describe the details of the gun and bullets in such detail was something that no trusted confidant could possibly know.

Why didn't you contact me sooner?

Seeing that the woman no longer doubted her identity, Bo Bing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“There’s a mole in Ice Age, so I can’t contact you rashly while I’m in the country,” Bo Bing said in a low voice. “My identity and location are changing now. I will destroy this Southeast Asian phone card immediately and will find an opportunity to contact you again later.”

"Be careful," Lu Lin said seriously. She wasn't stupid and realized the seriousness of the situation. "If you don't have a place to stay for the time being, try to come to [Shuangkou Zhixia]. I will send someone to pick you up... The doors here will always be open for you."

“That’s enough, Lü Lin,” Bo Bing turned around and leaned against the window. “I’m afraid I’ll need your help later.”

"Given our relationship... you still need to say such polite things?"

Few people know about the relationship between the two.

But only the two of them knew that their relationship was not simply based on feelings or interests, but rather on being comrades who had gone through painful life and death together.

The woman chuckled lightly and said without beating around the bush, "I'll also keep an eye on the Ice Age for you from here."

"Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite? Does the 'Alliance of Lost Dogs' need to comfort each other?"

The woman smiled dismissively.

“Not bad,” Bo Bing smiled, but her vicious gaze was almost tangible. “Maybe it’s the Avengers.”

There was a sound at the door, and He Jinlan opened it, followed by Yin Su and Li Ling.

Bo Bing glanced at the group of people and hung up the phone without making a sound.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?"

Yin Su walked over and stared at the young man by the window. "Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

"Does this also need to be reported? Doesn't Professor Yin Su think he's meddling a bit too much?"

Bo Bing stared at him too.

Yin Su didn't speak, but lowered his eyes slightly.

Li Ling felt that the way the two interacted was very strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it definitely didn't seem like a relationship between a senior and a junior.

Seeing that the two had something to discuss, and considering that this area was within Bo Bing's protection zone for Yin Su, he and He Jinlan wisely withdrew.

"I was just asking if you have time tonight."

Yin Su sighed and spoke first, a hint of grievance in his voice, "I've called my godfather several times, but the line is always busy... He doesn't reply to my messages either..."

Bo Bing paused for a moment, and there were indeed missed calls and messages on her phone screen. "Sorry."

When Yin Su heard his godfather apologize to him, he did not press his advantage. Instead, he sat down at a table and presented a check, saying, "Godfather, take a look."

The young man leaned on the table with one hand, his eyes quickly scanning the numbers and details on the check, before casually stuffing it into his flashy phone case, mixing it with the triangular amulet and note. "No problem, happy to cooperate."

"That's good."

Yin Su watched as he casually stuffed the huge sum of money into the back of his phone and smiled slightly.

No wonder he's his godfather; he's got such a unique personality.

When will the competition start?

"Tomorrow night," Yin Su tilted his head, "Is Godfather confident?"

Bo Bing helplessly spread her hands at him, "If I said I wasn't confident, could I not return the money I paid to save my life?"

"Well, of course... if my godfather asks, I can consider adding some money..."

Yin Su smiled gently as he looked at Bo Bing beside him.

"How much money can buy some of my godfather's time?"