Chapter 748: Bai Lang's Acting 1

After losing his teeth, the man realized how many eyes Ma Wangye had and immediately shouted for help— but Bai Lang's true qi expanded, sealing the area around him so the man could scream his lungs out, and no one heard except himself and Bai Lang. Then the man tried to call the police with his phone, but alas the phone was completely shattered. Want to run? This man could snap his fingers and use a strange qi force to shatter his own teeth? Undoubtedly a character only found in wuxia novels.

Immediately the man became resolute, fell to his knees and kowtowed, begging for his life, as if his recent flatulence had not been released; if it hadn't been spoken, it wouldn't have been excreted— he would have followed Old Ba's example and swallowed his own feces. "To treat my mother like this, you are absolutely a beast. A beast has no need to live; I, the lord, will send you to reincarnate— remember to be a pig in your next life to atone."

The man wailed, his speech still slurred—who had taken several of his teeth, the pain was killing him and he could no longer care. "Brother, spare my life for my mother's sake. I will treat her well." Bai Lang sneered, "Even your mother would beg me to spare you, but I've seen beasts like you countless times; this murderous nature cannot be changed." With that, Bai Lang reached out and crushed the man's limbs.

"I wouldn't let you die so easily," Bai Lang laughed. The man didn't lose consciousness because Bai Lang casually stimulated his acupoints, and Bai Lang had no intention of further torment; the next moment he grabbed, and the man's upper skull cracked with a snap, yet no blood stained Bai Lang's palm— this is the marvel of Tiger Claw Force. Having killed an unfilial beast, the White Tiger Star Lord has long been accustomed to slaughter, and since arriving in this world he hadn't killed a single person until just now.

Should this man die? By traditional custom he indeed deserves death, yet under modern law his crime may not merit capital punishment, perhaps not even imprisonment. Times have changed; indulgence and the inability to defend one's rights bear most of the responsibility, and a person must rely on themselves. Bai Lang also understood this, he was merely dissatisfied at not killing such a person. "Why do I, the lord, cultivate martial arts? Isn't it merely to vent my spirit! Hahaha."

Bai Lang leapt out the window, Transform into Mad Wind and vanished. After waking in the hotel, there was no news about it—perhaps the murder was just a murder and wouldn't make the news. "Indeed, ordinary murders aren't broadcast on the news; they'd only appear in the society section of a newspaper—but nowadays nobody reads newspapers." Bai Lang flipped through his phone and actually found a mobile news report that a murder had occurred somewhere.

No matter what, they couldn't trace Bai Lang; the straight-line distance was about sixty kilometers, and Bai Lang is the type who acts on a whim after hearing something, making such cases the hardest to solve— not to mention the method of killing. The next day's shoot, Bai Lang was in top form, his gestures commanding the entire set's presence; he discovered his line delivery was surprisingly good— his diction clear, his voice steady, perfectly matching the loosely sketched character described in the script.

"Isn't it just being bad..." Bai Lang thought. His current brand of "bad" is clearly the arrogant, overbearing kind, the "I'm the best under heaven" confidence— at this point even "good" or "bad" can't describe the character, that's the bearing Bai Lang bestows. The problem is that in the drama he still has to forcibly take the common girl... that common girl is the female lead, which greatly drags down the character's elegance.

Bai Lang is not Zhou Xingxing, so he wouldn't tell the director that the characters' logic is inconsistent— what's inconsistent, it's not his script or direction, after all he's only paid as a supporting actor and doesn't need to worry about that, and besides he's seen elite people commit vulgar deeds many times... back then, also a jinshi, considered a "pillar of the nation" well‑versed in poetry, yet privately and even publicly they still produced plenty of trash. Bai Lang has seen far too many such things.

Whatever the director says about the script, Bai Lang just follows it— he is even too lazy to point out errors in the costumes, props, and makeup; nowadays audiences probably prefer that style and wouldn't appreciate historically accurate ones. Moreover, a short, fast‑paced TV drama doesn't need meticulous effort on that— some costumes, even if reproduced with modern tech, are expensive; who will pay? Not to mention the money and time required for scholarly verification.

"Audiences still love the instant‑noodle‑head ancient hairstyles." Bai Lang sighed inwardly; he could only try to dress in a way that roughly fits the drama's era— though who knows which period the story is set in, Tang, Song, Ming are all possible yet none fit, it feels more like a stage play. As for those female actors, it's a pity; Bai Lang saw their faces already leaning toward a seductive fox look— the surgically altered faces were all the same, and after makeup they truly resembled a troupe of courtesans.

"Such a look in the destiny book is probably just a smirking‑at‑the‑door type, with no worthy commentary," Bai Lang thought. TV dramas and movies once had a simple traditional aesthetic— this world even has the 1986 version of Journey to the West, and Bai Lang's idea of the so‑called regal, gorgeous, national beauty has always been the queen of the Daughter Kingdom, while the concept of a beauty that can topple cities and nations, a fish‑like sinking goose, is nothing but an apricot fairy; how come in this era such beauties have "disappeared"?

Bai Lang also sighed inwardly; at least the male aesthetic in this entertainment circle still leaves room for some rugged handsome men, and he himself is one now. "Finally not all sissies." The drama's lead is not a typical handsome guy; this fellow has a round face, a uniquely half‑ugly, half‑handsome actor— yet he's popular in housewife dramas, with a domestic, petty style... in Bai Lang's view, he doesn't quite match this director, and would suit the Hong Kong‑style TV drama directors he knows better.

In fact, the actors present each have completely different styles, which probably can't mesh in this drama— Bai Lang has a style that's naturally eye‑catching, a show‑stealing style; the lead has a domestic Hong‑Kong drama style; the second male lead is idol‑type; the heroine and supporting actress are just influencer style... mixing all that together, can the director control it? Bai Lang thinks it's very risky.

His screen time is small; the script the director gave him was read for at most five days, and later there might be a reshoot— that's stipulated in the contract, and whether to promote later depends on circumstances, with separate payment. Bai Lang thinks his acting level is probably terrible, but the role only requires him to pose cool in a few spots, at most a few lines and a total of five fights, and in the final fight he'll be taken down by the protagonist...