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Before we knew it, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

At this time, Ye Zhou should have already finished get off work, but the old man who was supposed to be on duty suddenly had something to do and asked him to cover for a few hours, and then he would come back tomorrow.

Ye Zhou had no objection to this.

After all, it's all about having fun, and there's nothing much to do anyway.

Ye Zhou stood up, stretched, and prepared to take a dump.

Seeing this, the photographer quickly followed.

"I'm going to the restroom, why are you following me?"

Ye Zhou turned to look at the photographer and said, somewhat speechlessly.

"I just stood up and stretched a bit, didn't I?"

The photographer paused, his face immediately turning awkward, and said stiffly, "It's good for your health this way."

"..."

Ye Zhou ignored the other party and walked straight out of the guardhouse, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving the photographer alone.

Studio.

[Hahaha, help! This photographer is hilarious!]

[That's right, it's full of flaws.]

"I'm just going to the bathroom, do you have to follow me so closely?"

This is so embarrassing, I could dig my toes out of my skin!

This is the downside of filming the entire process.

[In fact, this makes it seem more authentic. It would be great if all variety shows were broadcast live like this.]

[Don't dream about it. Don't you know that doing this could easily cause those celebrities' careers to collapse?]

……

What Ye Zhou didn't know was that as soon as he left, a figure darted out of the darkness.

A black hoodie, a black trench coat, and a mask covered him completely, even his eyes were hidden in the shadows.

The person moved extremely lightly, like a ghost, and silently slipped into the guardhouse.

The photographer was staring blankly, utterly helpless, when suddenly a cold shadow pressed against his back.

A hand wearing a black glove suddenly covered the photographer's mouth, while the other hand held a dagger against his neck.

The photographer froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and even his breathing became rapid.

The cold blade pressed against his neck, and a chill ran up his spine. He froze on the spot, too afraid to move.

The viewers in the live stream were still spamming the chat with comments.

The next second, the camera suddenly shook, and everyone realized something was wrong.

What's going on here?

[Is that a dagger, or an opened dagger? Has the photographer been taken hostage?]

What's so special about a photographer that you can hold him hostage?

[That's right, is it for money or for sex?]

[Brother Ye just received 100 million; maybe this thug's real target is Brother Ye!]

[This doesn't make sense! If they knew about the million, they must have known the whole thing was being streamed live. What kind of idiot would be so foolish as to rob someone under these circumstances?]

[Could this be part of the plot?]

It's unlikely; the production team wouldn't joke about something like that.

So, should we call the police?

[Seriously, this photographer was really unlucky!]

[It's not just bad luck, it's downright bad luck! Yesterday I almost got arrested, but today I might lose my life here.]

……

"Dare to shout, and this knife will plunge right in."

A hoarse voice came from behind the photographer.

The photographer's eyes widened She nodded frantically, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Tell me, where do I turn off the security cameras in this neighborhood?"

The man in black loosened his hand slightly from his mouth, but still held the dagger firmly against his neck, coldly giving the order.

"B-Big brother, I don't know!"

The photographer was so frightened that his voice was trembling.

"Don't play dumb with me, or you know what will happen."

As he spoke, the man in black gently twirled the dagger in his hand.

"I...I really don't know!" The photographer's hair stood on end.

The live stream chat exploded; the barrage of comments was so dense it almost drowned out the screen.

[Photographer, hold on! I've already called the police!]

[Oh no, the photographer is doomed!]

May you be free from bad luck in your next life!

[You're making it sound like the photographer is dead!]

How long until the police arrive?

【What?! Another incident?! Is it because the capital city has poor security, or is it just bad luck on his part?!】

[He's definitely just unlucky. I'm a native of Beijing, and I've never even heard of anything like this happening to anyone around me.]

……

Just as the man in black was preparing to make his next move.

"boom--"

The door to the guardhouse was suddenly opened from the outside.

Ye Zhou stepped in and was momentarily stunned by the scene before him.

"Isn't your show supposed to be all about authenticity? How come you're resorting to this third-rate storyline now? Can't you come up with something new?"

Ye Zhou stroked his chin, somewhat speechless, and said, "I suggest you fire the editor who came up with this idea. I could do a better job than him."

The man in black was stunned, clearly not expecting this reaction from the other party.

He gripped the dagger and shouted fiercely, "I don't care what kind of program crew you are, shut up or I'll kill him."

Live Stream Room——

Is it really a script?

[What a load of rubbish! Have you ever seen a script where the dagger is removed? And this guy is no ordinary person; he looks like he was in the military!]

[Served in the military? Are you sure? This is no joke!]

Didn't you see the words "seems like"?

[Oh no, at this point, Brother Ye still thinks it's all just for the show!]

……

"Brother Ye... this isn't a script! It's real! I've really been taken hostage!"

……

"Brother Ye... this isn't a script! It's real! I've really been taken hostage!"

The photographer's face was ashen, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

"State your purpose?"

Upon seeing this, Ye Zhou raised an eyebrow, and his lazy aura vanished instantly.

The photographer doesn't look like he's faking it at all.

So, this man in black must really be a thug.

Moreover, he was likely the perpetrator's target, and the photographer was simply implicated.

"Turn off all the surveillance cameras in this neighborhood."

The man in black said coldly, "Otherwise, I'll take his life."

As he spoke, the dagger pressed down a little more against the photographer's neck.

"Control of surveillance does not lie here."

As Ye Zhou spoke, he unknowingly approached the man in black.

"Not here? Don't lie to me! You, a security guard, wouldn't know where the security cameras are?"

"I don't have time to waste with you!"

The man in black roared, his emotions instantly escalating: "I'll count to three, and if you don't turn off the surveillance, I'll attack!"

The photographer trembled all over, a deep sense of despair welling up inside him.

"one!"

The man in black began the countdown.

Ye Zhou's eyes turned cold.

"two-!"

At this critical moment.

Ye Zhou suddenly moved.

It was so fast that only a blur remained.

No one saw how he made his move.

All I heard was—

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound.

"Clang—"

The dagger fell to the ground with a thud.

The next second, the man in black let out a shrill scream as Ye Zhou twisted his arm behind his back at an odd angle, slamming him against the wall, rendering him unable to move.