Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

"Who is this?" Seeing the young man's sickly appearance, she frowned and asked He Jinlan, "A thug?"

This arrogant guy seems to have a close relationship with He Jinlan and her group. Why haven't I heard of him before? He's been here for quite a few years, but he still can't figure out Yin Su's true strength.

"Correct."

He Jinlan glanced at Yin Su, who remained expressionless, and nodded in agreement, "I haven't had a chance to introduce him yet. This is a thug that our young master specially invited."

Are you sure you want to attend all three events?

The woman next to her confirmed again that Bo Bing couldn't understand the broken Mandarin, and then looked at He Jinlan.

"determine."

This time, it wasn't He Jinlan who spoke up for him, but Yin Su who was standing to the side.

The group opposite them put aside their contempt and secretly sized up the young man wrapped in a black hood.

It's not that they misjudged him; the blame lies with Bo Bing's incredibly deceptive appearance, which immediately made him seem like a drug-addled scoundrel. Even in a state of heightened excitement, someone like that would only be eliminated in the first round of a competition.

In this kind of arena, there are no rules; anything can happen once you're on stage.

"One-round exit" refers to being eliminated in the first round.

Bo Bing didn't say anything more, but followed Yin Su and the others into the VIP box. His name was also read out by the guys they had just met. The first shooting competition was scheduled to start an hour later in the early morning.

The private rooms on the second floor of the club were extremely luxurious, but the windows were blocked by one-way glass, so the ugly behavior of the VIPs inside could not be seen.

Bo Bing was the only one who attended all three events, which explains why the waiter hesitated to speak.

"You really are confident," Li Ling poured himself a cup of tea, sat down on the leather sofa, and turned to look at Bo Bing. "Aren't you worried about not having enough money to save for your wife?"

"You might as well say it's your coffin money."

Bo Bing fiddled with the roses on the table, cruelly flicking away the water droplets with her fingertips. The poor petals were trampled, oozing a little pitiful sap.

Yin Su, watching the young man's actions, chuckled softly.

There are thirteen contestants participating in this competition. This is not a competition that just anyone can come to. The bets placed and the forces behind them are major highlights. The odds are different for each match, and there are also challenges between major families.

It seems like the announcements are starting outside.

The contestants' factions were displayed one by one on the screen, and the cheers outside could be heard even through the noise-reducing glass.

Until a huge iron horse icon appeared on the 360-degree screen.

Before He Jinlan and Li Ling could react, they saw the young man suddenly stand up and stare intently at the iron-gray logo on it.

—What does it feel like?

Surprise? Astonishment? Shock?

Or is it an overwhelming surge of shock and anger?

No one knew what Bo Bing's expression meant, and even Bo Bing herself was unsure where her barely concealed anger came from.

"Thin ice?"

Yin Su also stood up.

"Didn't you say it was Kang Xiaodai who extended the invitation, Yin Su?"

Bo Bing took a deep breath, trying to calm her voice, "What's going on? I don't remember Ice Age participating in this kind of underground competition?"

Even if Ice Age has some underground connections to protect itself, it would never directly use the group's power to participate in such a competition. Wouldn't that be blatantly telling others that Ice Age has started to have gray forces?

When Feng Tianhan was still alive, he always strictly controlled the scale of these matters, and these behaviors were explicitly prohibited.

Even if this is just an entertainment competition, something to do for fun, it could still cause other problems. Besides, Kang Xiaodai and the people behind her could participate in the competition in a private capacity.

"It was Kang Xiaodai who initiated the invitation."

Yin Su took a sip of his whiskey from the iced glass, his gentle smile undiminished. "I just wanted you to see it."

Bo Bing turned around and stared into Yin Su's eyes.

But the other person just smiled, his seemingly affectionate peach blossom eyes filled with ripples, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

Bo Bing took two deep breaths.

"You were involved?"

Yin Su slightly wiggled the ice puck, revealing a perfectly appropriate expression of doubt. "Am I Xiao Huxin or Kang Xiaodai? You think too highly of me."

Well, if I had to say, it was just a slight push that fueled the flames.

A guy with those kinds of thoughts is bound to fall into lust sooner or later.

Moreover, the other party is eager to demonstrate against me.

Seeing that Bo Bing still didn't believe him, Yin Su put an arm around Bo Bing's shoulder and whispered close to the young man's ear, "Can't you see? Godfather. They're showing off to me..."

Yin Su was very clear about one thing.

The Ice Age was almost entirely divided up by Xiao Hu's new faction, Kang Xiaodai, and Kang Xiong, Kang Xiaodai's nephew.

Originally, they would also have been implicated in the assassination attempt on Feng Tianhan and suddenly disappeared, or they would have joined forces to frame Feng Tianhan, but they seemed not to have considered that the biggest variable was themselves.

Let alone framing himself and his godfather.

Yin Zhenghua's men are different from Feng Tianhan's. In a sense, he has influence in both areas and has fewer scruples, seeing that he actually has such a powerful force behind him.

Can you not panic?

Yin Su stared at the icon, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

It's not that I didn't anticipate these people's moves, I just didn't know they would be so bold as to try to make a living through shady dealings and even use my reputation as a stepping stone.

—Can you walk?

In the Ice Age, after the loss of Feng Tianhan, there was an iron horse with its forehooves cut off and beginning to rust.