Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

Chapter 350 His high, straight nose gave him an imposing air, and his tightly pursed thin lips exuded a cold and aloof aura.

Zhou Huimin's attitude was slightly more restrained than before. After all, she was facing the assistant director, and she had to give him some respect and face.

But she remained steadfast in her defense of Qin Tai, saying, "Assistant Director, please don't get so worked up. Brother Qin Tai is my savior; he's an upright and kind person, and he would never do anything to harm us!"

The assistant director frowned deeply, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly. He raised his voice, almost shouting, "Even if they're your savior, you can't ignore the rules of the film set! This isn't child's play; it's a matter of great importance concerning the interests of the entire crew, and there's no room for carelessness!"

Zhou Huimin stood her ground, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised, and retorted, "Then tell me, what exactly do you want? Are we to repay kindness with enmity and ruthlessly drive away our saviors? Is that reasonable?"

The assistant director first closed his eyes tightly, took several deep breaths, and tried his best to calm down his emotions that were about to get out of control.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, reminding him of a crucial question.

He stared intently at Qin Tai, his voice slightly hurried, and asked, "Don't talk about anything else, just tell me, how exactly did you save them?"

When the assistant director asked a question, he quickly stepped forward, his face full of urgency and nervousness.

She swallowed hard and began to recount what had happened.

She gestured wildly, spoke rapidly, her expression shifting between fear and gratitude, vividly describing every thrilling detail of the event.

After hearing the assistant's account, the assistant director's face turned ashen, and the veins on his forehead bulged out, like a bomb about to explode.

His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, as he roared angrily, "Do you even know who Zhong Qingyun is? He's the precious son of the local tyrant! You've really stirred up a hornet's nest!"

His roar exploded like thunder in the tent, causing the tent canopy to tremble slightly and making everyone's ears ring.

The assistant director was panting heavily, his chest heaving, and then shouted hoarsely, "You guys hurry up and get ready to come with me to apologize! If we don't settle this, we can forget about filming, it'll all be canceled!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huimin seemed to be struck by lightning, and stood there dumbfounded.

Her beautiful big eyes widened in surprise.

His eyes were filled with shock and fear; his lips trembled uncontrollably as he muttered to himself, "How could... how could it be so serious?"

The assistant was terrified, his face drained of color, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering, and he stammered, "This... what are we going to do? How did we get into such big trouble!"

The assistant director suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely at Qin Tai, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

He gritted his teeth and said, "And you, you're coming with me too! You beat someone up, so coming with me to apologize might give you a chance to survive. Hmph, if you hadn't run into me today, you wouldn't even know how you died!"

Qin Tai simply shrugged indifferently, showing no fear on his face, and replied nonchalantly, "Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

He thought these people were making a mountain out of a molehill. It was just a matter of teaching a few scoundrels a lesson; it wasn't as serious as they made it out to be.

At this moment, a series of deafening engine roars, like the roar of a ferocious beast, suddenly rang out from the perimeter of the camp. The sound seemed to carry an endless sense of oppression, as if it were about to tear apart the originally peaceful and tranquil air.

A man came running in, his face filled with panic, panting as he ran and shouting, "Something terrible has happened! There are so many luxury cars parked outside, it's terrifying! They say they're here to find someone!"

Upon hearing this, the assistant director was struck dumb, frozen in place, his face turning deathly pale. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his heart felt as if it had plunged into an ice cellar, chilling him to the bone.

His lips trembled as he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over, this is a huge mess, there's no way to clean it up."

Then, in a flurry of activity, he hurriedly led everyone outside.

"We're really done for this time. Those local bullies are not to be trifled with."

The assistant director thought he was incredibly unlucky; he had prepared everything, but this whole thing still happened.

Among these people, only Qin Tai remained relaxed, as if the tense atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him.

He walked with steady, powerful steps, neither hurried nor slow, his face showing no sign of panic, as if this were nothing more than a trivial farce.

Once outside, a row of incredibly luxurious cars stood neatly arranged like imposing behemoths.

Under the bright sunlight, the car body reflected a dazzling light, so bright that it was hard to look directly at it.

Each car boasts smooth and elegant lines, exquisite details, and unique design, all of which highlight the owner's distinguished status.

Beside the luxury car, a group of burly men in sharp black suits and cool sunglasses stood straight like a row of steel sculptures.

Their faces were cold and expressionless, as if frozen in time, radiating a chilling aura.

Their broad shoulders and thick arms displayed their immense strength, inspiring awe in those who beheld them.

Standing at the front was a man wearing a bright red suit. The fabric of the suit was obviously very expensive, and the tailoring was exquisite, perfectly fitting his figure.

It perfectly accentuated his tall and straight figure.

His face was exceptionally handsome, with sharply defined features like a meticulously sculpted work of art, and deep eyes like cold stars.

His high, straight nose gave him a commanding presence, and his tightly pursed thin lips exuded a cool and aloof aura.

His gaze was as ruthless as a sharp sword, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.

Pointing directly at Zhong Qingyun, who was wrapped up like a mummy on the stretcher behind him, his voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, cold and piercing as he questioned, "Who on earth did this?"

Upon seeing this, the assistant director immediately plastered a fawning smile on his face, bowing and scraping as he hurried forward to inquire, his posture as humble as could be.

His tone was extremely cautious and polite, even bordering on nauseatingly obsequious, as he said, "Sir, please calm down. There must be some misunderstanding here."

However, the other party didn't even glance at him, showing him no respect whatsoever. Their cold gaze seemed to say, "Stop pretending."

The assistant director panicked immediately, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, desperate to extricate himself from this predicament.