I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

His mind is now filled with those modified cars that are giving him a headache.

The weather in Los Angeles was a bit gloomy on the day of the audition.

In the simple audition room, Rob, Sarah, and the producer chatted casually.

They've already interviewed seven or eight muscular but terrible actors, and they're all in a bad mood.

"Next."

Sarah called out weakly.

The door was pushed open.

Wang Jinhua walked in with an air of confidence, wearing high heels, and nodded to them.

Robert and his two companions immediately sat up straight, putting on professional smiles.

The main character has arrived.

We need to put on a good show.

Then, a figure followed Wang Jinhua into the room.

In that instant, all sounds and all movements in the room came to a standstill.

Rob's smile froze.

Sarah dropped the folder in her hand with a "thud" to the ground.

The producer had just picked up a glass of water, but stopped at his lips, spilling water that soaked his shirt without him noticing.

The air seemed to have been sucked out.

What did they see?

The person who entered had the same facial features as in the file photo, and his captivating handsomeness was undiminished.

But nothing more.

Apart from that, he bears absolutely no resemblance to the "handsome young man Jack" they had in mind!

His clean-cut buzz cut made his forehead and brow bone stand out, giving him a primal, aggressive look.

A simple black tight-fitting T-shirt accentuates his terrifying muscle definition.

His bulging chest muscles and broad shoulders seemed to rip the thin fabric.

The muscles in his arms were bulging, with veins slightly protruding, exuding an explosive sense of power.

He simply stood there, yet a fierce and wild aura emanated from him, like a lurking beast, his eyes calm yet carrying an oppressive sense of overlooking everything.

His face, which once broke the hearts of countless young girls, has lost all its youthful innocence and gentleness.

Instead, it possesses a hardened and composed quality honed through countless trials.

Especially his eyes.

Profound and calm, yet it seems to harbor a ferocious beast that could break free of its cage at any moment.

This...this is Xiao Chen?

Is this some underground boxing champion who wandered onto the wrong set?

"My God..."

Sarah covered her mouth and let out a dreamlike moan.

Rob stared intently at Xiao Chen, a burning flame igniting in his pupils.

At this moment, all the vague ideas he had about Dominic Toretto came to life in his mind!

it's him!

That's how it is!

It was even ten thousand times better than the best he had ever imagined!

Xiao Chen's gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing on director Robert, and he nodded slightly.

"director."

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange huskiness and magnetism, like the finest wood sanded with sandpaper—steady and powerful.

Just two words sent a shiver down Rob's spine.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, and the movement was so sudden that he almost knocked the chair over.

Where was there even a trace of a perfunctory attitude in him?

He was so excited that his cheeks flushed red, and he didn't even know what to do with his hands.

"Mr. Xiao... Hello! Welcome!"

He strode forward, wanting to shake hands with Xiao Chen, but when he saw the other's arm, which was thicker than his own thigh, he instinctively pulled back.

That invisible sense of oppression was too strong.

Wang Jinhua stood aside, taking in everyone's reactions, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

She knew it.

This kid never does anything he's not sure he can do.

After a year of seclusion, he gave the world a huge "surprise"!

Rob took a deep breath, trying to look professional. He pointed to the empty space in the center of the room, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Mr. Xiao, shall we... shall we begin now?"

How could he dare to mention going through the motions?

He has only one thought in mind right now—to sign him!

At all costs!

This man is the soul of his films!

Rob wiped the sweat from his forehead; his palms were slick with sweat.

This Hollywood director had never felt this kind of magnetic field from any of the auditionees.

The chilling feeling, like being stared at from the abyss, made Rob's Adam's apple bob.

"Shaw, this is Dominic's scene in the garage."

Robert handed over a few pages of paper, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"He was explaining to Paul what home and speed are."

Xiao Chen took the script; his long, slender hands had knuckles that were bluish from years of combat training.

He didn't look for long, only three seconds.

Snapped.

The script was carelessly tossed on the table.

The air seemed to freeze.

Sarah's eyes widened. Has this kid gone mad?

This is a big-budget production from Universal Pictures, an opportunity that many Oscar regulars would kill for.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything.

He simply took one step forward.

thump.

The Doc Martens boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the solid wood floor.

In that instant, Xiao Chen's originally calm eyes suddenly erupted with an almost obsessive fervor.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Robert.

I have no friends.

His voice was deep and resonant, like thunder resonating from his chest.

"I only have family."

There was no shouting or exaggerated gestures.

He stood there like an unshakeable mountain, or like a supercar engine that was heating up wildly.

Rob felt short of breath.

He no longer saw the "young Jack" who had won an Oscar for Best Actor.

He is a king who rolls around in Los Angeles underground racetracks, reeks of gasoline, and is always ready to fight for his brothers.

"Absolutely amazing..."

Sarah muttered to herself, not even noticing the pen that had fallen to the ground in her hand.

Robert slapped his thigh.

"That's the feeling of pressure! That's the feeling of power!"

He screamed like a madman.

"Shaw! You're Dominic! The contract! Bring me the contract right now!"

As the director, Robert knew very well what Xiao Chen's performance meant.

That was a precise mastery of the character.

Wang Jinhua leaned against the door frame, clutching the notepad filled with schedules in her hand.

Looking at Xiao Chen's calm and composed demeanor, she felt both angry and amused.

This kid, back when he acted in "The New Legend of Shaolin," was just a little dumpling who could only act cute in Jet Li's arms.

Later, in Titanic, his face practically became the public property of women all over the world.

Even when he wrote the Grammy-winning song "Baby," Wang Jinhua thought he was just an all-around artistic genius.

But now, this man, worth over 100 million and holding both the Golden Rooster and Oscar awards, is going to star in this kind of tough-guy commercial film with a muscular physique.

"Director Rob, we may need to discuss the salary further."

Wang Jinhua pulled Xiao Chen aside and lowered her voice.

"The price here isn't even as much as you'd get for a cameo role in a single episode of a TV series back home."

Xiao Chen tilted his head, revealing a bright smile that Wang Jinhua found extremely irritating.

"Aunt Hua, calm down."