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

If he were injured on his own set, even if it was just a minor scrape, Wang Jinhua would bring a group of people to smash up the entire set.

Not to mention, if a major accident occurs, even selling him wouldn't be enough to cover the losses.

"No! Absolutely not! Ancestor, may I call you ancestor?"

The director was so anxious he was stamping his feet, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Those maneuvers need to be performed at speeds exceeding 180 km/h, and they even involve drifting around corners—it's too dangerous!"

The surrounding staff were also terrified.

The Best Actor is going to risk his life himself.

The stunt performers looked at each other and discussed in hushed tones in English, clearly thinking it was insane as well.

Xiao Chen didn't waste any words.

He strode out, opened the door of the Aston Martin One-77, and got in.

The movements were swift and decisive.

He rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, and winked at the director.

"Don't worry, I'm a better driver than them."

This is no exaggeration.

In his previous life, he learned nothing in order to survive, and in this life, he has maxed out all kinds of driving skills.

The director, looking at the outrageously handsome face in the car, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Xiao Chen! Get down here right now! If Sister Jin Hua finds out, she'll kill me!"

Xiao Chen had already started the engine.

The Aston Martin let out a beastly growl.

"Don't worry, I'll handle things with Sister Hua."

Xiao Chen's voice was somewhat muffled by the engine noise.

"Attention all departments, on my command, prepare—"

The director stared at the closed car window, his face ashen.

There was no stopping them.

Everyone in the circle knows this guy's temper. He seems easygoing, but he's incredibly arrogant at heart, and once he's made up his mind, no one can change it.

The director reluctantly ran back behind the monitor.

My palms were sweaty, and I almost crushed the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all units! Ambulances! Fire trucks! All units, stand by!"

"Keep a close eye on the film crew and the drones! If anything goes wrong, we're all doomed!"

The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.

The relaxed atmosphere that was originally meant for viewing luxury cars was completely gone.

The air was thick with the tense smell of gunpowder.

Everyone is praying that nothing bad will happen.

Xiao Chen sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

There was not a trace of panic in his eyes; instead, they burned with the flames of excitement.

Actors should die on the silver screen.

"Action!"

The director's hysterical screams came through the walkie-talkie.

boom.

The Aston Martin shot off like an arrow released from a bow.

The roar of the engine shattered the silence on set.

The silver Aston Martin One-77 became a blur, stretching out instantly on the monitor screen.

The director's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

He stared intently at the screen, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to pierce through the small LCD screen.

too fast!

The drone that was filming was so fast that it almost lost signal!

"Machine A! Machine A, follow!"

"Zoom in! I want his face!"

The director's screams echoed through every corner via walkie-talkie, carrying a hint of despair in his broken voice.

On the monitor, Xiao Chen's profile was frighteningly calm.

That face, kissed by God, showed no sign of tension amidst the rapidly changing light and shadow.

He didn't even move his eyebrows.

His hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, his knuckles distinct, like the most precise instrument, each adjustment just right.

He wasn't acting.

He was enjoying this dance with speed.

The script required him to perform a thrilling series of overtaking maneuvers here.

Several prop cars, used as background scenery, moved slowly along the predetermined route, leaving him a narrow space to overtake.

According to the stunt performer's design, this section should be traversed using a simple S-shaped movement.

However, Xiao Chen did not.

Just as he was about to get close to the first car, he suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the rear of the car instantly swung outwards!

"Drifting! Oh my god!"

A young stagehand screamed.

The luxury car, worth tens of millions, was seen traveling at nearly 200 kilometers per hour.

At an almost impossible angle, with a domineering yet elegant posture, it glided sideways past the first prop car!

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, sending up a strong, acrid smell.

The entire crew was stunned.

The director behind the monitor had his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and the walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Is this a car that even a human could drive?

This isn't a scene from a script! This is a professional racer risking their life!

Before everyone could recover from their shock, the second, the third...

Xiao Chen drove his Aston Martin like a butterfly flitting among flowers, performing all sorts of incredible drifting maneuvers.

Hugging the guardrails and brushing against the prop vehicles, it smoothly passed through the entire formation of cars.

That's not driving, that's art.

It is a perfect combination of violence and aesthetics.

In the distance, a team of stunt drivers are gathered around a small screen watching the live feed.

The leader was a top Hollywood stunt coordinator, a burly white man named Jackson.

His expression shifted from initial disdain to solemnity, and finally to blankness.

A young French driver next to him muttered to himself.

"This...this is inertial drift followed by a pendulum turn..."

"My God, only the top athletes in the WRC could do that, right?"

Jackson did not answer.

He stared intently at Xiao Chen's calm face on the screen, as if he were seeing a demon.

These so-called top drivers need countless calculations and practices to perform these maneuvers on the track.

And this man, this actor, effortlessly performed on an unfamiliar filming location filled with obstacles.

What's even more terrifying is his expression.

It was a calm acceptance of having everything under control.

It's as simple as him going out to buy a bottle of soy sauce and casually stepping on the gas pedal.

Jackson felt a chill rise up his spine.

What kind of monster is this Eastern man?

In his previous life, Xiao Chen was just a bit player with great acting skills, but he rarely even had the chance to touch the steering wheel.

But in this life, from the age of three, while other children were still playing in the mud, he had already begun to get involved in various extreme sports with Ye Huimei's support.

Go-karting, Formula One racing, rally racing...

He poured all the obsession he had with studying acting in his previous life into pushing his body and skills to the limit.

Because he understands that what he possesses in this life is more than just this face.

It is an absolute power that allows one to control their own destiny.

"Ready! Ready to detonate!"

The director picked up the walkie-talkie and issued instructions in a trembling voice.

The final and most dangerous scene of the chase is the chase through a sea of ​​fire.

According to the plan, the roadblock ahead will explode instantly, forming a wall of fire, and the protagonist's vehicle needs to pass through it in a split second.

This is the ultimate test of a driver's courage and timing.

One second off, and it would have been a fatal accident.

"Demolition team! On my command!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Detonate!"

boom!