The film crew.
The director, Joke, curled his obese body on the chair, covering his face with both hands, and observed through the fingers slightly parted.
Every time he saw the scene, he trembled all over in fear.
He turned his head, took a sip of the iced cola brought by a staff member, and tried to suppress the cold sweat continuously dripping from his forehead: "Wow, Luo Di, with you acting like this, the final cut won't even make it to release, our whole crew might get blacklisted by cinemas, maybe even banned in several countries.
You turned a decent B-level film into this.
The most important thing is, don't do this. It really gives people a visceral pain.
And you're just a fifteen-year-old boy, where do you get such dark intentions? Could you quickly put an end to it, please?"
In the scene set up by the crew,
Younger Luo Di didn't realize he was acting; his life had reached the most critical turning point, but this time he had the ability to kill the murderer.
