Chapter 1486: Be a Group Performer

ave his wrist a slight flick, and the basketball flew through the air in a graceful arc towards the basket with a swish."Let you see what a real three-pointer is!"Hao Dayong's pupils shrank. He never...Seeing Ye Bufan didn't move, Lu Banxia and the others also kept silent, sitting beside him to watch the rehearsal.

On set, rehearsals have officially begun.

The previous plot was very traditional and simple, with the protagonist Marcus being pursued by a group of villains. In the end, he single-handedly defeated all of them with his powerful martial arts skills.

This is a big show with not much plot, the main focus is on the exciting fight scenes.

And Marcus was clearly an expert in this area, every move was very wonderful and enjoyable to watch, while Ye Bufan frowned.

Just like what Wang Aimin said before, this guy is a very powerful martial artist, and he didn't hold back at all during the fight.

Normally, this is just acting, not a real fight to the death. But this guy's attack was extremely ruthless, and all the extras he was acting with were knocked to the ground. It wasn't special effects; they all sustained varying degrees of injury.

The director had given the extras acting instructions beforehand, but Marcus was given no such guidance. He was completely free to improvise, and according to him, this helped ensure the fight scenes felt more realistic.

Soon, several extras were knocked down on the scene. It was Wang Aiguo's turn next. He followed the prescribed movements and landed a right hook to his opponent's jaw.

Marcus casually raised his left hand to catch the punch, and then with a lightning-fast right fist, he struck Wang Aiguo's cheekbone.

This punch is no act, if it landed you'd probably have a broken nose.

Seeing so many comrades injured, Wang Aiguo always felt uneasy in his heart. He quickly lowered his head and dodged the punch.

Seeing his punch go wide, Marcus's eyes flashed with a chill. Immediately, his right leg shot out like lightning, a vicious right roundhouse kick aimed directly at the opponent's head.

Although Wang Aiguo has some skill, he has only practiced for a few days and hasn't even reached the threshold of a Huangjie warrior.

At this moment, facing the fierce strike, there was no time to dodge. He could only barely raise his left arm to block the kick.

Then Marcus kicked hard at his arm, the force of the kick was so great that with a crack, he actually broke his left arm.

Wang Aiguo was also kicked flying two or three meters away and landed with a thud.

"Cousin, are you alright"

Wang Aimin no longer cared about the camera, he immediately dropped it and ran over, helping Wang Aiguo up from the ground. At this moment, his left arm had become a V-shape, with his hand bone completely broken by the kick.

The performance is now interrupted, and the director has come over with others.

"Are you crazy It's just acting, you don't need to go that far."

Wang Aiguo's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't mind getting hurt or suffering, what he cared about was that he wouldn't be able to film for the next few months. Then how would he send money home How would he pay his children's tuition

"This is just acting, it's not a real life-or-death fight. Even if they were going for realism, there was no need to go this hard."

Marcus merely snorted coldly, "Isn't it your own fault for being useless Don't you Chinese people always claim to be skilled in martial arts and think you're mighty Now that you're injured, you come here to blame others."

"To me, you are all trash, just Eastern Asian sick men."

Ye Bufan's expression turned cold. He remembered what Wang Aimin had said before, this guy always injured Chinese people, it seemed he was doing it on purpose.

He was jealous of the fame of Chinese martial arts, so he wanted to use this opportunity to show off. He forgot that the other party was just an ordinary crowd actor. If he really had the ability, he could challenge the martial arts world in China.

The other party didn't have the courage, so they could only use these extras in a dirty way to establish their authority and show how skilled they were.

Wang Aimin glared at him and said, "What are you saying This is just filming, isn't it Is it necessary to beat someone up like this"

Marcus still wore a smirk: "Acting for you, but real combat for me. That's professionalism, do you understand"

"If you have the guts, go ahead and hurt me. Cripple me. Even kill me. I won't blame you."

Hearing his words, everyone present looked indignant, especially those who had been injured by him. They were all filled with resentment.

But there's no way around it, their skills are just superior. Even if they put everything they have into it, they're still not a match for the opponent. They can only suffer the humiliation of defeat.

Wang Aiguo's eyes were bloodshot, filled with fury, but he was helpless. He could only struggle to get up from the ground and prepare to leave.

"Hold still, I'll fix you up."

Ye Bufan said and walked over.

"Who are you, and can you do it"

The bearded director beside her said.

Thinking of Ye Bufan's amazing medical skills he had just displayed, Wang Aimin quickly said: "Director, he is my fellow villager and also a doctor. He has very good medical skills."

The bearded director shook his head, clearly not very trusting, but he didn't stop them either.

Ye Bufan ignored the onlookers. He reached out and grabbed the two severed arms, pulling them together and snapping them back into place with a click.

Although Wang Aiguo didn't utter a single sound from his mouth, it didn't mean that his arm wasn't hurting. He was simply enduring the excruciating pain with sheer willpower.

But at this moment, after his arm was reattached, he suddenly realized that he didn't feel any pain at all, only a slight numbness and tingling.

"Alright, don't lift heavy objects within three days, and avoid physical confrontations with others for a week. You should be back to normal after that," Ye Bufan said.

"Really Ye little brother, thank you so much! You're truly my lifesaver."

Wang Aiguo moved his arms, and sure enough, they had returned to normal. This filled him with joy, his face beaming with gratitude.

Originally, he thought there wouldn't be any income for the next two or three months, but now that timeframe has been shortened to a week. He can still afford this loss.

Seeing his broken arm easily reattached, Marcus let out a cold snort: "Oriental weakling, don't ever let me see you again, or next time I'll break both your arms."

"You..."

Wang Aiguo's face flushed red with anger, about to rush forward and fight this guy desperately, but he was pulled back by Ye Bufan.

He looked at Marcus: “You just said that it’s okay if the extras hurt you, right”

"Of course, even if you kill me, it's fine, as long as you have the ability to do so."

Marcus wore a look of arrogance on his face. In his eyes, this Chinese man looked weaker, even less imposing than Wang Aiguo, so how could he possibly pose any threat to him

"Well then, let's have everyone be a witness. This way, when someone gets hurt later, they can't say I went too hard." After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he looked at the director beside him, "I want to replace Wang Aiguo as an extra. Can I"

"Young man, I think you should just give up. Otherwise, you'll get hurt."

The director shook his head as he spoke, he could see what Ye Bufan was thinking of doing, but on the other side, who is that That's Marcus, the kung fu king of Hollywood. You, with your small frame, going up there is just courting death.

"It's alright, Director. I don't want any payment. I will take full responsibility for all consequences of my injuries. I won't put any burden on the crew," Ye Bufan said.

"Well, alright then, don't come crying to me if you get hurt."

The bearded director repeated himself, then waved his hand at his crew. "Get into position, let's roll."

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