Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

Seeing Wu Jing's face.

Yi Zheng's anxiety finally subsided.

Great.

It's Wu Jing!

There's hope now!

Yi Zheng's mind raced as he quickly began to calculate.

Wu Jing is a tough guy among tough guys.

If we're really talking about skill, all the police officers on this playground combined might not be his match.

If Wu Jing is on my side, then this round is won.

Thinking of this, Yi Zheng's worried expression disappeared, and he leaned forward with an expectant look.

"Mr. Wu, I never expected you to be playing a villain!"

"Huh?" Wu Jing's mind went blank for a moment when asked the question.

"A thug?"

"No, how could I possibly play a villain?"

"Of course I'm here to play a police officer!"

"Huh?" Yi Zheng's smile was still on his face, but he froze on the spot.

It’s over.

The sky is falling.

His nascent hope was crushed by those words.

It was already a stalemate of one person against one city, and now Wu Jing has joined the opposing team.

This guy is known for being a formidable fighter!

How the hell can we play like this?

She was inwardly wailing, too exhausted to even offer an explanation.

Just as he was figuring out how to avoid getting hit too hard, the kindergarten teacher led a group of children over.

To ensure the exercise went smoothly, and to avoid actually scaring the children if they started fighting, the park specially arranged for the children to get to know the two main characters of the day first.

The teacher squatted down, pointed at the two people, and gently introduced who was the good policeman and who was the bad guy.

Upon hearing that it was him, Wu Jing immediately put on a friendly smile, reached out to give the children high-fives and pinch their cheeks, making the group of kids giggle.

Seeing this, Yi Zheng also wanted to gain favor, so he moved closer.

But the word "bad guy" has already taken root in the minds of children.

He reached out and, mimicking Wu Jing, pinched a little girl's cheek.

A chubby little guy weighing about 40 pounds stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly blew out two puffs of white smoke from his nose and charged over on his short legs.

"Let go of my wife!"

"Barbarian Charge!!"

"Yay~~~~"

Yi Zheng hadn't reacted yet.

With a thud.

The chubby boy had already placed his head on his stomach.

The next second, thud!

Yi Zheng looked as if he had been hit by a truck.

He was thrown three meters into the air and landed solidly on a vertical door panel.

The door made a muffled thud.

The surrounding police officers were stunned.

As expected of Hengdian.

Even a minor actor like him shouldn't be underestimated!

Was it an act, or did it really fly?

Wu Jing's eyes lit up when he saw this.

He walked over in a few steps and looked Yi Zheng up and down.

"What, you've practiced this before?"

Yi Zheng saw stars before his eyes and cursed inwardly.

Damn system, this kid is really beating me up like a son!

He clutched his waist and it took him a while to manage to squeeze out a sentence.

"No... I've never practiced it."

"You really haven't practiced?" Wu was stunned.

He looked down at the chubby boy who was still grinning foolishly, then at Yi Zheng who was clutching his back and couldn't get up, and did some mental calculations.

This kid isn't even as tall as my knee, and weighs at most 40 pounds. How could he possibly send an adult flying three meters?

"That's not right."

Wu Jing squatted down and lowered his voice.

"You seem to be acting to me."

Yi Zheng opened his mouth, but couldn't explain it at all.

You can't exactly say you have a system inside you, can you?

The fact that he was facing kindergarten children and was thrown three meters away is simply unrealistic.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and make something up.

"Brother Jing, I've always been physically weak. My mother had my fortune told years ago, and it was said that my birth chart indicated I was weak."

Wu Jingle spoke up.

"Ha, no way, you're way too weak."

Before he could finish speaking, the little girl whose cheek had been pinched ran over.

She called him a bad guy in a childish voice and kicked him in the shin.

That kick wasn't actually that powerful.

Wu Jing, who was standing next to him, clearly heard a crisp sound coming from Yi Zheng's leg.

Click!

Wu Jing's smile froze.

He recognized the voice.

When he was filming "SPL: Sha Po Lang," he was hit on the arm with a baseball bat, and it made the same sound.

"Holy crap! You...you didn't fracture a bone, did you?"

Looking at Yi Zheng, he was grimacing in pain, his face pale, clutching his calf and hopping around on one foot.

Wu Jing shook his head, all his doubts vanished, replaced only by shock.

This person is really weak!

Could a three-year-old kick you and cause a bone fracture?

This is completely different from being sent flying backwards.

The bone cracked loudly; it didn't sound fake!

The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.

"Wow, is your little body made of paper?"

"I have a feeling that if these kids took turns attacking you, they could beat you to death right here!"

"With that kind of physique, you dare to play a bandit?"

Yi was clutching his leg, in so much pain he couldn't utter a coherent word, and could only nod frantically in agreement.

"Brother Jing, I've really been frail and sickly since I was a child..."

Wu Jing couldn't help but laugh at his miserable appearance.

"Okay, okay, I'll go tell everyone to go easy on them later."

"If we really end up in the hospital, how are we going to finish this exercise?"

Yi was so grateful he almost cried.

Wu Jing nodded, his brows suddenly relaxing as if he had remembered something.

He looked Yi Zheng up and down again, his gaze now more thoughtful.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect!"

"By the way, Xiao Yi, I happen to have a role available."

"It's the same path of being physically weak and sickly."

"Judging from your current state, you'd be absolutely perfect for that role."

"Want to give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zheng forgot half of the pain.

Being able to act alongside Wu Jing is an opportunity that many people in the industry would kill for.

He quickly asked.

"Brother Jing, is he a righteous person?"

Seeing his hesitation, Wu Jing waved his hand.

"Hey, why are you guys so slow and inconsiderate?"

"Let me be honest with you, this role was originally intended for Louis Koo!"

"Unexpectedly, he looked perfectly normal during the costume fitting, but right before filming started, the production team invited him to a dinner party, only to find that he'd tanned himself to a crisp!"

"You know, the Black guys don't speak the same language."

"The production team rejected him on the spot as soon as they saw the costume fitting photos."

"I'm just wondering who to find to fill in. Be quick about it, I'm asking you if you're willing!"

Yi Zheng scratched his head.

At this point, there's no reason to say no.

Wu Jing's films are all box office hits.

Moreover, the role that Gu Tianle was originally going to take on was most likely a righteous character, which suited his desire to unlock the righteous skill tree.

Wu Jing is a straightforward person. If he hesitated and dawdled after being invited like this, it would indeed be a bit impolite.

"willing!"

"Since Brother Jing has spoken, how could I refuse?"

The two were chatting animatedly, while several police officers nearby couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"We've truly wronged Yizheng this time."

A young police officer muttered to himself.

"Just two days ago I thought he was some kind of vicious murderer."

"Looking at him now, even a kindergarten kid could take him down. He's not a thug, he's just here to get beaten up."

Another person chimed in, laughing so hard they were slapping their thigh.

"Even a three-year-old could kick him and break his bones, and the chief even ordered him to bring a Taser, saying it was just in case?"

"In retrospect, it really was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito."

At the other end of the guardhouse, two elderly men, who had changed into their uniforms and were smoking cigarettes, also came over to watch the commotion.

The old man took a couple of puffs and gestured with his hand toward his arm.

"This young man's bone density isn't even as good as mine."

"To be able to beat a three-year-old into this state."

"We'd better go easy on them later."

"If something really bad happens to them, they'll blame us."

The two old men chatted back and forth, making everyone around them burst into laughter.

"Grandpa, you're hilarious!"

squeak……

On the platform, a static sound came from the microphone, interrupting everyone's conversation.

Television reporters and a host of cameras were all pointed at the podium.

Director Wei straightened his police uniform and cleared his throat as he faced the camera.

"Alright, then I hereby announce—"

"This counter-terrorism drill officially begins!"