"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

The sound of the motorcycle grew louder, its booming noise making the entire space restless, as if a cool performance with its own background music was about to unfold.

With a sharp explosion, the handsome mohawk-clad man on his motorcycle nimbly weaved through the corridor and smoothly turned around, successfully causing the rear of his motorcycle to smash through the gang members who rushed up to intercept them.

With an unstoppable, savage aura, the motorcycle descended the spiral staircase in the center of the lobby with astonishing speed, as if traversing flat ground, without any hesitation or delay. Before the charging gang members could even react, it successfully bypassed everyone—

"Buzz—"

The roar of the motorcycle rang out again, but it had already appeared downstairs in the blink of an eye.

As the photographer stood there, watching the motorcycle rushing towards him, the slightly overweight man with curly hair was inevitably intimidated by the fierce momentum heading straight for his face.

Alarmed by the danger, his legs were already trembling involuntarily, wanting to escape, but his relentless professional instincts kept him firmly rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch, with only the motorcycle heading towards him in front of him—

There was also a young man on a motorcycle with a resolute expression, his eyes intently fixed on the road ahead.

"Buzz—"

The motorcycle braked hard on the pre-arranged ground, leaving a long black tire mark as it slid across the ground. Finally, the young man put down his long leg and stepped firmly, and the seemingly clumsy motorcycle instantly returned to its tilted position and came to a smooth stop on the ground.

"Click!"

The tires inevitably produced an unpleasant odor from friction, and the camera also showed some deliberately released white smoke. However, the young man's expression remained unmoved, displaying absolute confidence in himself and composure in the face of the enemy.

At this moment, the photographer believed that anyone who saw this scene would be captivated by this unfamiliar Chinese man.

Even though this place should have been the main battlefield for the protagonist, it still couldn't overshadow his brilliance.

Many others share the same idea as the photographer.

However, no one showed it; they were all just focused on doing their own thing.

Only Liya, helped off the motorcycle by Xiao He, had a hint of lingering satisfaction on her face: "Xiao He, I'm starting to believe that you're a big star in your country."

If she really were the female lead, she thought she would definitely fall in love with someone else.

The handsome Chinese man in front of me has a truly unique charm.

Xiao He didn't think much of it, and just smiled helplessly: "Fortunately, I'm not particularly famous in our country. We have many outstanding predecessors, and I'm still far behind them."

Liya glanced at Xiao He in surprise, then shook her head seriously: "Those who don't like you have no taste."

Xiao He blinked: "Then I'll thank Sister Liya for her kind words."

Lia immediately covered her mouth and chuckled.

The filming went very smoothly.

Before filming, many people didn't have much of an impression of this unfamiliar Chinese man. After filming, Xiao He was definitely one of the most talked-about people on set.

Xiao He even encountered girls who directly asked him for his contact information.

The girls were very pretty, but their foreign faces made it a bit difficult to recognize them. Xiao He had no recollection of them, didn't know them, and didn't know whether they were crew members or actors. However, adhering to the principle of caution, he politely declined them all by saying that he didn't have any foreign communication software.

Well, I did introduce my external social media accounts, so they could follow me when they have time.