Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Neither side was easy to deal with, so he touched his earphones and asked someone to call Yin Su.

"Even Butler Li is protecting this guy," Yin Zhao chuckled. "I just don't know if I cleaned faster or Yin Su arrived faster... Don't worry, I'll compensate for any damage."

This family's laughter can be truly disgusting at times.

Li Ling also spoke coldly, "These are our young master's guests. The hall master would be better off minding his own family affairs."

His words were interrupted by Bo Bing.

"Li Ling, take the lady and leave first," Bo Bing sneered. "Even Yin Su doesn't dare to talk to me like that, and you, a tiny thing, dare to bare your teeth at me?"

The atmosphere was tense, so the woman, the girl, and Yin Yan were all ushered aside by Li Ling's men.

"You really think that with Yin Su protecting you, I wouldn't dare kill you?"

The man stood up and pulled the trigger at Bo Bing. "Still not afraid of death?"

“Then you should have heard this saying,” Bo Bing’s snake-like eyes instantly became veiled in red, “When a person dies, their body faces the sky.”

[Cold Fire Ignites Ice] Activated.

[Powerful] Start-up.

The "Golden Toad Leaps" event has been launched.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the black-haired youth crouched down to gather his strength, his muscular thighs instantly stretched to their limit, becoming ferocious.

Yin Zhao was no ordinary person; the 1.5-second golden rule was already his fastest shooting speed, and his aim was also good. But unfortunately, he encountered Bo Bing, a monster that could survive falling from thirty meters.

The display shelf was knocked down, and screams came from beside it, but now no one paid any attention to it.

[Leg Bone Strengthening] Activated.

【Brazilian Capoeira】launched.

Yin Zhao fired three shots, but none of them hit anyone.

The young man was like a monster, sprinting and leaping, his thin but powerful legs creating terrifying sonic booms in the air, and one of his kicks landed directly on Yin Zhao's shoulder.

[Disarmament] Initiated.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

[Balance Technique] Activated.

Yin Zhao felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, and the pistol in his right hand was in the young man's hand.

The young man's right leg felt like a steel pipe the instant he struck. As he shifted his weight with one hand on the ground, like pulling up a scallion, he directly changed the striking surface. His left leg, with its supple and powerful knee, twisted straight into Yin Zhao's neck like a venomous snake. His right leg bent, and his knee hooked around the ankle of his left foot.

guillotine.

The weight of the thin ice pressed directly onto the man's neck, slamming him hard into the middle of the soft sofa.

The black-haired youth only wanted to teach this guy a lesson, so he grabbed his ankle instead of his calf, and he fell onto the sofa instead of the floor.

Otherwise, Yin Zhao's fragile neck bones would probably have shattered instantly.

With the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his forehead, Yin Zhao lay back on the sofa, his legs supporting him, but he couldn't get any leverage. A sharp pain and numbness struck his right hand at the same time, and he felt a subtle pressure on his neck, as well as the cool skin of the young man's legs.

Suffocation.

Based on his experience, he was certain that his right shoulder was dislocated.

As he got closer, he could see clearly the horrific array of wounds on the young man's body. There were several gunshot wounds, as well as various knife wounds, lacerations, open wounds, shrapnel injuries, and so on. It was difficult to find a single patch of intact skin.

Ordinary people simply cannot achieve this level. Even after years of hard work and struggle to become a hall master, the scars on his body seem insignificant compared to those of the young man.

“I’ve already said, when a person dies, their body lands on the ground. Look,” the young man’s voice was cold, deep, and sinister, with a hint of sarcasm, “the mole between your eyebrows is quite pretty. I never realized it could be used as a crosshair before.”

"you......"

Yin Zhao held on to his last breath, the person pressing down on his chest pulling the trigger, relentlessly mocking him.

Li Ling was still trying to dissuade Bo Bing, "Young man, there's no need to be so serious. The young master is coming soon, you should..."

"This is none of your business, Li Ling."

"Bro!"

"His face wasn't as handsome as Yin Su's, nor as handsome as Yin Yan's, but it was still good. It's a bit of a pity he died," the young man's voice was low. "Unfortunately, I hate disobedient dogs..."

Just as Bo Bing was about to pull the trigger amidst screams.

"Thin ice".

A familiar, helpless yet slightly indulgent voice rang out, "Go put on your clothes, it's still snowing outside."

"You've come at just the right time," Bo Bing snorted coldly.

He Jinlan took off Yin Su's snow-covered coat. Yin Su didn't even look at the messy antique shelves and the woman. He went straight to Bo Bing's side. When he saw the scene, he frowned slightly. "Don't sit on other men. You're still wearing shorts."

"He fired first."

Bo Bing clicked his tongue.

"It's alright, the ungrateful one is going to die soon anyway," Yin Su said, putting his arm around the young man's waist and easily lifting him to the side, ignoring the coughing of the man next to him as he regained oxygen.

Li Ling, sensing the situation, handed over a new sweater, saying, "The windows are open for ventilation in the back, so don't get cold, buddy."

[Clown (Black)] activated.

"Trying to play with guns like this?" Bo Bing stared at the gun in his hand. Under the gazes of Yin Su, Yin Zhao, Li Ling, and others, he released the safety, aimed at himself, and fired several shots, but they all seemed to jam and nothing happened.

Then he pointed at Yin Zhao and coldly raised his hand, "Isn't my act cool?"

Enraged, Yin Zhao fainted.

"Godfather is handsome no matter what," Yin Su smiled gently, leaned close to Bo Bing and whispered in her ear without any hesitation, giving his fair assessment.

"I'm fascinated by you."