Chinese entertainment industry has been booming since 2008.

The luxurious Porsche drove along the road, the low growl of its engine particularly clear on the quiet street, the wheels making a soft rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

Three consecutive sharp braking sounds caused the tires to rub against the ground, creating a piercing sonic boom.

"Bang!"

The loud impact made the sycamore trees along the roadside tremble slightly.

Having been warned in advance, Yang Mi, in the passenger seat, gripped the handrails tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. Although she was wearing a seatbelt, the inertia still caused her to lean forward slightly.

Are you alright?

Zhang Yang immediately turned to the side to carefully examine her condition, his tone filled with genuine anxiety.

Yang Mi patted her chest gently and took a deep breath: "It's nothing, I was just startled."

Her voice was still trembling slightly, but she was indeed not injured. Despite what she said, Zhang Yang still looked at her a few more times with concern, gently brushing away a stray hair from her forehead to make sure she was alright before he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Yang Mi felt a sweet warmth in her heart. In this glamorous yet cold and indifferent circle, the fact that someone cared about her so much, even if it was just an act, was enough to move her. At least, he was willing to go to the trouble of acting out this scene for her.

"The car that hit us must be the fish we're looking for."

Zhang Yang lowered his voice and sharply scanned the rearview mirror.

Yang Mi frowned slightly upon hearing this, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes: "Is this really a safe approach? What if..."

"Don't worry, everything is under control."

Zhang Yang gave her a reassuring look and gently patted the back of her hand: "Wait in the car and proceed according to plan."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and got out of the car. The next second, his face instantly turned panicked, and he quickly walked towards the black car behind him.

Zhang Yang asked in a somewhat anxious tone, "Are you all alright? Is anyone injured?"

Inside the car, paparazzi leader Dog Head Liu and his two henchmen were indeed only frightened.

Seeing Zhang Yang approach, Liu Qiang suppressed his inner elation and quietly gestured to Xiao Chen in the back seat to continue filming. The car was filled with smoke, and various photography equipment was scattered on the seats.

"We're fine."

Dog-Head Liu got out of the car and asked with feigned concern, "How's the situation over there?"

As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted toward the Porsche.

"My girlfriend suffered a head injury and is currently unconscious!"

Zhang Yang spoke urgently, gesturing helplessly with his hands, his acting flawless: "I don't know where my phone went, could you please call an ambulance for me?"

These words made Doghead Liu both excited and apprehensive. He was excited because he could get some juicy inside information about Zhang Yang, and the reward would definitely be substantial; he was apprehensive because if things escalated, Zhang Yang's fans would never let them off the hook.

"How could it be so serious!"

Dog-Head Liu pretended to be anxious, but in reality, he was quickly making plans in his mind.

Should we call an ambulance?

That won't do. If the hat comes, their identities will be exposed, and then there will be even more trouble. His eyes scanned Zhang Yang's face, trying to find a flaw.

He strode to the driver's side of the Porsche and saw Yang Mi lying motionless on the steering wheel through the car window. His heart skipped a beat: Could something really have happened?

He tried to pull the car door open, only to find it locked.

"It seems like something really has happened!"

He turned to his two subordinates and shouted, his voice deliberately tense, "Xiao Li, Xiao Chen, come down and help me open the car door!"

Zhang Yang also stepped forward, pretending to pull on the back door: "Strange, why are all the doors locked?"

His fingers tapped lightly on the car door handle, as if testing something.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Li, who got out of the car, looked at each other, both hesitant: "Boss, what do we do now?"

Dog-Head Liu pointed to the driver's seat, his voice urgent: "What else can we do? Let's try to pry the door open together!"

Zhang Yang, who had been secretly observing, saw that all the paparazzi had gotten out of their cars. He quietly took two steps back, his voice carrying just the right amount of anxiety: "Do you have any tools in your cars? I'll try to break the window!"

Fearing a potential fatality, the group didn't think twice and blurted out, "The toolbox is in the car!"

Xiao Chen regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, but it was too late.

When Xiao Chen got off the bus, he carefully put away his filming equipment, thinking he was completely safe. Little did he know that Zhang Yang had already seen through their identities and the first thing he did after getting back on the bus was to search their backpacks.

Zhang Yang quickly found the camera, deftly took out the memory card and put it in his pocket. The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a dozen seconds. Then he casually picked up the baseball bat from the car, feeling the cool touch in his palm.

Back at the Porsche, his eyes sharpened. "Get out of the way, leave it to me!"

Before Zhang Yang could finish speaking, and before Dog Head Liu and the others could react, he suddenly swung his bat horizontally! The baseball bat drew an arc in the air.

"Bang!"

"what!"

The baseball bat slammed heavily into Dog Head Liu's thigh, the excruciating pain causing him to scream and stagger to the ground. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Boss!"

Xiao Chen rushed forward to help him up, his fingers touching Dog Head Liu's trembling body.

Xiao Li rushed up to Zhang Yang in one stride, glaring angrily: "You bastard, you definitely did that on purpose!"

His fists clenched involuntarily, veins bulging.

Zhang Yang feigned an apology to Dog Head Liu, who was curled up on the ground: "Brother, I'm sorry. I was too worried about my girlfriend and made a mistake."

However, his tone lacked any sincerity, and his eyes even carried a hint of coldness.

Dog-Head Liu, sweating profusely from the pain, gritted his teeth and asked, "You...you clearly did this on purpose!"

His voice was broken and intermittent due to the pain.

"Brother, this is a misunderstanding."

Zhang Yang brandished the baseball bat in his hand: "Can you please move aside, brother? I need to go rescue my girlfriend."

"He hit someone and he's still so arrogant!"

Enraged, Xiao Chen, who had practiced Taekwondo, ignored Dog Head Liu's advice to "not use excessive force" and threw a straight punch at Zhang Yang's face. The punch was fierce and whistled through the air.

Yang Mi, who was secretly watching the game from inside the Porsche, felt her heart leap into her throat upon seeing this scene, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the leather seat tightly.

However, to everyone's surprise, Zhang Yang easily dodged Xiao Chen's powerful attack by simply leaning back.

Zhang Yang himself was surprised by his body's agility at this moment. Perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline, or perhaps it was the system's leakage that altered his body. In any case, in his eyes, Xiao Chen's movements were so slow that they were full of flaws.

Zhang Yang casually remarked, "Too slow."

Seeing this, Xiao Li knew things were going badly. He gently put down the now-recovered Dog-Head Liu and stood next to Xiao Chen. He was the most composed of the three and knew that this matter couldn't be blown out of proportion, so he tried to smooth things over: "I think this might be a misunderstanding..."

His voice carried a tentative softening tone.

Zhang Yang's lips curled into a cold smile: "Then let the misunderstanding continue."