Chapter 209: Tease Him a Little

Night.

Steady footsteps echoed continuously along the street.

A man in a black leather jacket picked up his travel bag and walked forward expressionlessly.

As he moved his steps,

he quickly entered an alley between two tall buildings.

Ahead of him, another man in white clothing waited already, lightly gripping a short knife, his face twisted in a bloodthirsty smile.

Seeing this,

the man in leather did not pause a single step.

He casually flipped up his coat hem and drew a telescopic police baton from behind his waist.

"Shhh."

The rod snapped out from within.

Like the short knife, the telescopic baton radiated a chilling coldness.

As they advanced, their gazes collided directly, both brimming with intense killing intent.

Their steps drew closer; the atmosphere grew tenser.

The next instant,

the man in leather hurled his travel bag aside and gripped the baton tightly as he charged forward.

A flash of cold light.

The man in white thrust his short knife forward, lunging with a sneer.

In a few swift exchanges,

the two fierce figures crashed into each other.

The baton swung and slashed.

The air howled under its force.

The short knife stabbed and cut.

Sending waves of chilling light.

Every move risked tearing skin and splitting flesh.

Both desperately dodged while striving to land blows on each other.

His arm extended fully.

The short knife in the white-clad man's hand suddenly extended several centimeters, lashing down like a whip.

The man in leather leaned sharply backward, watching the blade slice past his face, then snapped forward, swinging the long baton down with a whistle, striking hard against the opponent's thick shoulder.

"Thud~"

A muffled sound reverberated through the alley.

Under the force of the blow,

the white jacket first caved inward, then burst into a puff of dust.

With a sharp crack from the impact, the baton snapped in two; the front half spun forward, bounced several times, and landed at Yao Yao Leyi's feet, where she sat in the corner.

The woman stared at the broken baton, utterly stunned.

It's just filming.

Do you have to go this hard?!

"Click."

Ye Ye Weixin, who had been enjoying the scene, sighed and called cut.

"Five-minute break."

Li Luo angrily tossed the baton handle aside, then saw Wu Jing wincing in pain—he immediately raised his hand to signal for a pause.

As always,

the knife is fake, but the baton is real.

For filming effect, he'd swung every blow straight at Wu Jing.

Even though he wore protective gear,

the force still penetrated through.

The baton broke—this thing had to hurt!

With his words, the entire crew relaxed. Wu Jing glanced gratefully at Li Luo, bit his lip, and peeled off his jacket, revealing something resembling a bulletproof vest underneath.

His forearms were also wrapped in padding.

Everywhere else,

was drenched in sweat.

As a professional stunt actor, he couldn't—and wouldn't—complain. If Li Luo didn't call cut, he had to endure it.

"Brother Jing, you've worked hard!"

Li Luo stepped forward and slammed palms with him.

"No problem."

Wu Jing smiled, rolling his shoulders. "It's all for the film. But damn, you've got serious strength—you broke a wooden baton!"

"I'll go lighter next time."

Seeing the muscles beneath the padding turning slightly blue, Li Luo apologized again.

"Don't."

Wu Jing shook his head firmly, rejecting his offer. "We need this raw, unrestrained impact. Our action film has to stand out from the rest."

After another palm slam, Wolf stepped aside to rest, breathing heavily.

Transition periods,

are always this hard.

These pains? They're the inevitable path of stunt actors.

"Lo~ge."

Yao Yao Leyi gave two thumbs-up and clapped her hands. "I didn't know you were this strong! That was such a good hit!!!"

"Thanks."

Li Luo shook his head with a smile, exchanged palm slaps with Hong Hong Tianming, She She Shiman, and Yao Yao Leyi, then took the water cup Wu Yu handed him: "Why'd you all come over to visit me today?"

"No reason—we're just bored."

Hong Hong Tianming casually picked up the broken baton half and swung it through the air.

They were all on good terms,

and besides, he wanted to build a better relationship with Li Luo.

Hong Kong's market shrinkage was obvious—he figured maintaining good ties with popular mainland actors wasn't a bad thing. More friends, more paths. Everyone in the industry believed this.

Hong Hong Tianming was no exception.

Plus, She She Shiman had casually mentioned it—so they came to check things out.

He unscrewed the water cup,

exchanged a glance with She the girl, then sat beside her.

This girl really was getting hooked.

The way she kept glancing.

So damn alluring.

As he drank noisily, Yao Yao Leyi's eyes kept flicking to Li Luo. Women always admire strength—his movements just now had been undeniably magnetic.

At the nightclub last time, she'd already liked him.

Now,

her liking had deepened.

Sweat dripped from his cheeks; his handsome face now bore a look of determination. After the intense exertion, his entire body radiated a masculine aura.

Not the stink of sweat—but a manly scent that made her body feel warm.

She stared fixedly at Li Luo.

Yao Yao Leyi couldn't help raising her hand, tracing her fingertip down her neck, drawing a slow circle over her collarbone.

This expression made the crew assistant nearby gape.

"Are you flirting?"

She She Shiman noticed her friend's expression, laughed and pinched her, whispering in her ear: "Can you at least keep some dignity? You're about to drool!"

This might be exaggerated.

But Yao Yao Leyi looked like she wanted to devour Li Luo whole.

"His muscles are so solid!"

Yao Yao Leyi licked her lips, excitedly whispering to her best friend: "I wonder if what's underneath is just as solid—he's so tall and built, I bet it's amazing!!!"

They sat close, whispering into each other's ears.

No risk of being overheard.

"How would I know?"

She She Shiman's eyelid twitched, replying calmly.

"I'm asking you to guess!"

Yao Yao Leyi's gaze wandered back and forth over Li Luo's back, chuckling: "Look at those pecs, stretching his shirt to the limit—I could just bite into them. I can't take it anymore."

"No."

She repeated herself, blowing softly into She She Shiman's ear: "Afterwards, let's go play—I'm going to flirt with him."

"Do you think there's a chance?"

That single sentence left She She Shiman speechless.

"Maybe."

After a pause, she blurted it out.

"Hmph~"

Yao Yao Leyi grabbed She She Shiman's arm and pressed her own ample chest against it, smirking triumphantly: "I don't believe he can resist my charm!"

On that point,

She She Shiman wholeheartedly agreed.

Not just that lecherous guy—even she herself, pinned by those bouncy curves, was struggling to stay composed.

She wanted to say something.

But realized she had no grounds to stop it.

So she just fell silent, embarrassed.

Yet inside She She Shiman, a strange little thought stirred: someone close to her was being eyed by a good friend—and oddly, she felt a faint thrill.

How to describe it?

Like a luxury cosmetic someone you know is obsessively craving.

But you've already secretly been using it.

That feeling.

Was secretly satisfying.

After a short rest, Li Luo picked up a brand-new prop baton and walked toward the camera again.

First, he went through motions with Zhen Zixiao.

They exchanged sword and baton strikes, demonstrating the moves for Wu Jing beside them.

Then they switched: Wu Jing took the sword.

Zhen Zixiao held the baton.

They showed Li Luo how the next sequence should go.

Only after rehearsing the footwork did they resume the fight before the camera, swinging wildly until the baton snapped with a sharp crack.

No choice.

Wu Jing's skills weren't bad.

In close combat, sometimes they had to go all out, making Li Luo lose control of his force.

Luckily, Wu Jing said nothing—they both knew it was for the sake of the scene.

No personal grudges.

He needed a chance to shine too.

After the baton shadows whistled for a while, Ye Ye Weixin, fired up, told them to let loose—no more choreographed moves, throw in some unexpected actions.

If any shots worked, they'd cut them into the film.

Add realism.

At these words, everyone on set perked up, applauding eagerly.

"Go, Brother Luo!"

"Wu Jing, stop holding back!"

"Whoosh~"

Cheers and whistles echoed through the alley.

"Wanna play?"

Li Luo tilted his head forward.

"Play!"

Wu Jing grinned, holding his prop knife horizontally: "You wanna put on some protective gear? I'm not just using the knife anymore!"

"No need."

Li Luo, eager and excited, said: "I've been hitting you for a while—time to return the favor."

Once they took their stances,

Their aura shifted.

Zhen Zixiao paced back and forth beside them, frustrated he wasn't the one stepping in.

This guy—

Was also a martial arts fanatic.

"Action!"

Ye Ye Weixin stood up, waving his arm excitedly.

Li Luo lunged forward, thrusting his baton straight at Wu Jing's chest—so fast, some with sharp ears could hear the air split.

If this landed true,

Even in protective gear, it'd knock the wind out of him.

Wu Jing also grew excited, stepped back to dodge, then swiftly raised his short blade to block.

In a flash,

Blade met baton.

If these were real weapons, sparks would have flown between them.

The two locked eyes in an instant.

Boom.

Their bodies slammed together.

The day's shoot ended.

As expected, Li Luo received an invitation from Hong Hong Tianming to go out—they Hong Kongers were used to this rhythm: work hard, play harder.

Perhaps because of Hong Kong's unique position,

It had shaped this spirit.

Don't think today's pants are torn—someday you'll wear dragon-and-phoenix robes. Still, Hong Kongers work hard.

At the same time, they firmly believed: drink today's wine, live today's life.

If there was fun to be had, Li Luo wouldn't refuse.

Work seriously.

Play, naturally, fully.

Otherwise,

How would he grow stronger?

Li Luo simply invited Wu Jing along—it was no trouble for him.

But for someone trying to make it in Hong Kong,

Knowing one more person could make the road ahead easier.

Though his waist and back ached,

Wu Jing gladly accepted.

He felt Li Luo's goodwill—when they bumped fists, he put in even more force.

The group set off in a noisy rush.

When they arrived at the karaoke room, drinks, snacks, and fruit were already piled high on every table. Li Luo never joined the singing—he just ate and rolled dice.

"Ah Luo~"

After finishing a song, She She Shiman sat beside him, raising a beer cup: "Someone's going to hit on you next."

"What?"

Li Luo looked at his dice cup—five ones—and turned back, confused.

The room was loud.

He couldn't quite make out what she said.

"Seven sixes."

Hong Hong Tianming, cigarette between his lips, stared at Li Luo.

When facing a bluff, you usually add one more.

So Li Luo, being honest, raised his thumb and pinky, then extended his index finger—signaling six ones.

"Yao Yao Leyi."

While her friend was singing, She She Shiman leaned close to Li Luo's ear: "She's into you—and she always follows through. Get ready!"

"Crack!"

On the other side, Hong Hong Tianming slammed his hand down.

Three people rolled dice.

Daring to call six ones? Now was the time to call it out.

"Counter-slash!"

Li Luo waved his palm at Hong Hong Tianming, then turned to She She Shiman: "What's with you all of a sudden? What's interesting? What's said is done?"

"Open."

Hong Hong Tianming proudly lifted the dice cup—inside, not a single red dot.

"Drink, two cups."

Li Luo casually flipped it over—his smile froze instantly.

He didn't even need Wu Jing's help.

One family is enough.

"Demon~"

Hong Hong Tianming slammed his thigh in anger.

She She Shiman no longer held back, bluntly said in Cantonese: "He wants to fuck you!"

The two stood on either side.

It nearly left Li Luo stunned.

Unconsciously shaking the dice, he frowned, looking up at Yao Yao Leyi, who stood before the TV singing "Guardian of Flowers," swaying her hips.

Don't think it's cold outside.

This girl had already put on a denim mini-skirt, swaying her full buttocks to the music, her smooth legs perfectly straight, the pink light falling on her skin looking stunning.

Li Keqin's "Guardian of Flowers" was fast-paced, with an intense rhythm.

Following the music.

Yao Yao Leyi held the microphone, bouncing her body constantly.

That tiny crop top.

Was shaking wildly up and down.

He doubted those thin straps could hold much longer.

This scene also caught Hong Hong Tianming's attention; he leaned forward and shouted at Li Luo: "If you can take it, don't waste it—this isn't about dating, we're just having fun."

"You're happy, she's happy!"

"Oh~"

She She Shiman spread her hands, protesting strongly.

These words.

Didn't avoid her at all.

"Fuck!"

Hong Hong Tianming waved his hand, unconcerned: "We're out to have fun—what's there to be shy about? Ah Luo's so good-looking, who's really getting the short end?"

"Or are you saying?"

He smirked, glancing between She She Shiman and Li Luo.

"You're crazy."

She She Shiman scolded him and quickly stepped away from Li Luo.

The moment she made that move.

Her heart skipped.