Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Yin Su declined the crew's dinner invitation and left the set with Bo Bing and his own people, leaving his agent, Sun Qiuping, to continue trying to get closer to the crew members.

There were many envious, jealous, and even hateful glances from the crew, but Bo Bing didn't care about these guys. He sat expressionlessly in the back seat of the car, where He Jinlan had personally opened the door for him, and sat side by side with Yin Su.

Their destination was the underground city of Blue Lantern Fortress.

Bo Bing put on a black mask and, unusually, pulled down the hood of her sweatshirt.

[Makeup Technique] Activated.

Yin Su watched with amusement as the young man haphazardly applied makeup to his face before tossing it onto the carpet.

"Afraid of being recognized?"

A gentle male voice rang out, and Yin Su rested his chin on his hand and turned to look at the young man, "Don't worry, even if they recognize you, no one will dare to touch my people."

He deliberately emphasized the last three words.

It was as if they were saying some ambiguous love words.

Bo Bing turned her head to the side. The mesmerizing blue-orange light and shadow flashed as the car entered the tunnel, which made Yin Su squint like a wolf, and even his gaze took on a scrutinizing meaning.

Yin Su said he could keep his identity a secret, and Bo Bing naturally believed he would keep it, but... he didn't want that "what if" to happen.

"To entrust one's fate to others?"

Bo Bing snorted coldly, "A person can't be stupid enough to die twice on the same path, Yin Su."

At the boundary between light and shadow, Bo Bing looked like a terminally ill young man, with sunken cheeks, a sallow complexion, and his face crooked and asymmetrical. His lips were pale and bluish, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Yin Su couldn't help but recall Sun Qiuping's first impression of Bo Bing—"The more ordinary a guy is, the wider his acting range is."

Like water, which is invisible, it takes the most suitable shape for any container.

Yin Su thought.

Perhaps in every aspect, the young godfather will shine with amazing brilliance... who knows?

"My godfather just doesn't believe me."

"Professor Yin Su has quite a lot of influence?"

Bo Bing didn't tolerate him either, and as if she had thought of something, she whistled at him, "Hypocrite, beautiful hypocrite."

Yin Su's long legs were relaxed and crossed. He carefully played with the "Nothing to Do" sign in his hand, raised his eyes, and did not deny it, but followed up with a meaningful remark.

"It's not just about face... Godfather."

Bo Bing addressed him that way on purpose, but seeing the man's shameless and dissolute behavior, she suddenly felt bored.

The young man kicked his knee and said in an unfriendly tone, "Sit still, look at your slutty appearance."

Li Ling, who was driving, barely suppressed his laughter. There was no other reason than that he couldn't help but laugh every time he saw his superior being reprimanded by a young man.

He Jinlan, who always had a gun in her hand, silently looked out the window, her face full of black lines.

"Godfather doesn't like it?"

Yin Su did not hear the young man's reply, so he put his leg down and obediently leaned closer, pressing one hand against the fabric chair next to Bo Bing, but the whisper he uttered was anything but obedient.

"Even now... does Godfather still prefer obedient girls?"

The space was enclosed, and there were even outsiders present.

The only sounds that could be heard in the carriage were the faint rustling of fabric and breathing.

Yin Su's posture was very aggressive, almost as if he had encircled the young man.

When she realized that her words had been misinterpreted like this, Bo Bing's temples throbbed twice, so she pulled out her right hand to block Yin Su's shoulder.

But before she could push him away, she was momentarily captivated by his good looks.

【Feixia】Start.

The cold, mechanical sound stimulated the thin ice's nerves.

Tsk, Alpha.

Bo Bing's left hand moved like lightning, grabbing the man's collar and throwing him onto a chair. She smiled at him like a victor, "I'm really sorry, but I've always preferred the passionate and fiery type in bed."

Yin Su's eyes were dark, and he gripped the jade "Nothing Happens" plaque tightly in his hand.

"—I've never heard you mention that before?"

Bo Bing's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw Yin Su in the shadows, still wearing his usual gentle smile.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Blue Lantern Fortress is a famous underground city in Southeast Asia, where not only celebrities and warlords from various countries live, but also many guys who operate in the gray area and villains who evade legal punishment.

Despite being called a fortress, it's actually just a small area with a huge gap between the rich and poor. There are quite a few troublemakers, but the security in the central area of ​​the fortress is exceptionally good.

The car was parked at the back door of a private club in the central area of ​​the fortress, which is also the most famous underground gambling club in Blue Lantern Fortress.

He Jinlan got out of the car and opened the car door for Yin Su. Li Ling tossed the car keys to the doorman, and the doorman, beaming with joy, kept putting his hands together and saying thank you.

As soon as they got off the car, a waiter brought them masks, but after seeing who it was, the head waiter stopped the guy who brought the masks with a big smile and bowed as he led Yin Su and his party inside.

Bo Bing couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but judging from their expression, she knew that they seemed to know He Jinlan and could tell that Yin Su's status was higher than He Jinlan's, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped the underlings' masks directly.

Not wearing a mask seems to be a privilege.

The dark carpet muffled the sound of their footsteps, but even with the wall blocking the way, Bo Bing, with her keen hearing, could still faintly hear cheers and gunshots.

A short, stout T-country man with bodyguards stood at the corner of the corridor, his gold chains and rings clearly showing his wealth.

Bo Bing watched as the guy talked to He Jinlan, muttering to himself, and then clasped his hands together several times in a short while.

The young man found it inexplicably funny.

It wasn't until He Jinlan, under the boss's watchful gaze, turned to him and asked which underground competition he wanted to sign up for.

"Would you prefer melee weapons or hand-to-hand combat?"

He Jinlan frowned as she looked at the brochure in her hand. Li Ling chimed in, "Or you could choose shooting. Those guys on the field are like wild beasts; you might get injured."

He didn't say that he might die.

Yin Su stood there, tilting his head to look at the young man. He curled his lips and, unexpectedly, didn't say anything.

There was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Bo Bing ignored him and held up three fingers under everyone's gaze.

Would you like to choose the third option?

He Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief. "The shooting format should be quite good. If you'd like to place a bet..."

"No, I mean a three-pronged approach."

The eerie young man twisted his body like a snake, his bones making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened slightly.

A cold, gloomy voice came from the side, and a strange, deathly pale face appeared in the darkness.

"I am the winner."