[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-321":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297985,1723,"Chapter 321: “Operation Icebreaker” Begins","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-321",321,"\u003Cp>Chapter 321: “Operation Icebreaker” Begins\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the clapperboard snapped crisply in front of the lens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Icebreaker, Scene 219, Shot 1, Take 1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Action!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time raced forward on the film stock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of rapid montage shots cut between scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The date on the clapperboard jumped from \"October\" to \"December.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the frame, Jiang Ci, portraying Jiang He, was constantly changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinner and darker. His cheeks were deeply sunken, his cheekbones prominent, making his eyes appear even larger and more somber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar on his face from the shrapnel wound, which started as a gruesome bloody gash, scabbed over,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and now, only a pale pinkish-white mark remained on his dark skin, giving off an air of ferocity instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements grew sharper, his gaze more ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one shot, he could still show gentleness to a stray dog when no one was around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next, he could expressionlessly twist the arm of a low-level dealer who stole goods into a pretzel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Assistant Director Wang watched the increasingly unfamiliar Jiang Ci on screen, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today's scene was an internal meeting of the drug dealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong, playing Cha Cai, sat in the main seat, listening to his subordinates' reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, as Jiang He, stood guard behind him, hands hanging at his sides, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-meeting, Cha Cai grew uncomfortable from the gun holster digging into his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even looking, he casually unbuckled his gun belt, holster and all, and handed it backhanded to Jiang He behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfectly natural action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci reached out with extreme naturalness and took it, holding it with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meeting room, the breath of all the background actors playing \"drug dealers\" hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This single gesture spoke more about Jiang He's current status than any reward or title ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film crew moved to another location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red River Hope Primary School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Props Team was carrying boxes of \"charity stationery\" into the classrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong, cigar in mouth, nudged Jiang Ci with his elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah He, go on. The kids want to learn drawing. You're educated, teach them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face wore that hypocritical smile belonging to a philanthropist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was momentarily taken aback, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, Uncle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked into the makeshift art room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen or so local children sat around the table, clutching brand-new paintbrushes, looking at him curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci picked up a charcoal pencil and began sketching on the white paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, we'll learn to draw landscapes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First, draw the mountains. Mountains need edges and ridges.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charcoal pencil moved, creating jagged, rugged lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the continuous Karst mountain ranges along the border, a natural barrier and also a breeding ground for sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Between the mountains, there must be roads.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a few more winding, curved lines traversing the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Route B, the smuggling trail hidden in the dense forest, which he had memorized with his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where there are mountains, there must be water.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci changed angles, drawing a wide river, marking a few inconspicuous points on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Route C, the dead-end path across the cliff gorge, and the nodes where cableways could be set up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He taught earnestly, and the children learned earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew that these innocent, carefree scribbles, these disassembled lines and color blocks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>once pieced together, would form a death map capable of shaking the entire Golden Triangle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman had appeared at the art room door at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a faded cotton shirt and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her calm gaze fell on the man teaching drawing inside the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the final insurance planted here by the police, codename \"Kite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci packed up his things and walked out of the art room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female teacher also happened to be walking from the other end of the corridor, carrying a stack of homework books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were about to pass each other in the middle of the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked straight ahead, his gaze fixed on his charcoal-stained fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment they crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The index and middle fingers of his right hand, hanging by his pants seam,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>quickly tapped three times on the rough fabric of his trousers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One long, two short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morse code, \"intelligence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female teacher's steps didn't falter in the slightest, but the arm holding the homework books tightened imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent, without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intelligence had been transferred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the roar of an engine sounded in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong's booming voice exploded: \"Where are the kids! Sing a song for Uncle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Jiang Ci's back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong strode into the art room with a few of his men,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scooped up a little girl, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, sing a song for Uncle Lei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children were too scared to make a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong wasn't angry. He started humming first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That eerie Burmese nursery rhyme again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tuneless melody echoed through the hellish hope primary school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stood to the side, a sycophantic smile plastered on his face, clapping along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle sings so beautifully!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured all his strength into playing the role of a loyal lapdog utterly in awe of his master's refined taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The farce finally ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female teacher seized the opportunity to step forward, saying respectfully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss Lei, there's a county drawing competition. I'd like to send the children's drawings to try.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong was in high spirits and waved his hand grandly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go! You must go! If you need more money, talk to Ah He!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Boss Lei!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female teacher bowed gratefully, turned, and hurried away, holding what seemed like the children's future in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci watched her retreating back, his fingernails digging deep into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, a night scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He stood alone on the hillside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, a beam of headlights cut through the darkness, heading toward the county town, eventually merging into the boundless night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the volunteer teacher's car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A close-up shot focused on Jiang Ci's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mask of numbness belonging to Jiang He silently cracked open a fissure at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the crack, madness seeped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A desperate longing for the dawn, for going home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for one second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the light went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving only deeper, thicker despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the intelligence had been sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also meant this blade of his was not far from breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen's excited voice came through the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect! The light! The shadows! Absolutely stunning!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yelled at the cinematographer: \"Now that's what I call the darkest moment before dawn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shoot ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong walked over and patted Jiang Ci on the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kid, that shot of yours just now gave me the creeps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci tugged at the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the real Asura's battlefield was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, at Jiang Wen's request to his superiors, in pursuit of authenticity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a follow-up scene from the script was being filmed in a seldom-used conference room at the Yunnan Provincial Public Security Department.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those scribbles that were supposed to appear at the children's art exhibition were now spread out one by one on the huge conference table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white-haired veteran criminal investigation expert, playing himself, wearing reading glasses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>placed the final drawing of a little bunny and mushrooms into the blank space on the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A complete map of the Golden Triangle drug trafficking network, marked with over a dozen secret routes and hundreds of coordinate points, was suddenly revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actor playing the Provincial Public Security Department Director, Zhang Yifeng, stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at this map of sin pieced together from countless fragments of childlike innocence, silent for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he picked up the red secure phone on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is Lu Guoxun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Order: Operation 'Icebreaker' is now officially launched.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1354,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","d50cfea9f3c704ab72bee4d2e83f094b16880f2c09eaea824f8eed6d8bcbcc1e","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-322","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-320",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]