My Healing Games

Chapter 266 Stop! Han Fei!

In order not to affect the actors' performance, and also to not miss any good shots, Director Zhang did not allow the cameraman to enter the corridor. Instead, he set up more than thirty of the latest motion capture cameras in the floor to film this exciting chase from different angles.

At this moment, everyone was watching the tense scene in the newly built control room on the first floor. Bai Xian's stunt double was a retired sprinter and a senior member of the New Shanghai Parkour Club. He may have misunderstood Director Zhang's meaning and did not perform according to the script. Not only did he not slow down, but he even performed beyond his usual level.

As Bai Xian's stunt double rushed downstairs at full speed, Director Zhang sensed something was wrong and was about to call a stop when a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

Han Fei, who was in the lead, began to accelerate! His explosive power and agile movements stunned Director Zhang. What kind of comedian could have such strong physical abilities? How could he outrun a parkour enthusiast who was originally a sprinter in the stairwell?
The chase didn't stop; Director Zhang's heart raced as he watched the rapidly changing scenes.

Neither side followed the script. The chase was supposed to stop on the fourth floor, and the doctor ultimately failed to catch the killer.

But then something even more surprising happened to Director Zhang. Han Fei ran straight across the fourth floor, then climbed over the handrail on the third floor and jumped to the second floor. If these could be explained by not being able to stop or being too engrossed, then Han Fei's next move was completely unexpected by everyone.

After landing and standing firmly, Han Fei in the scene took out a metal baton from under his costume. He casually swung it, and with a series of crackling sounds, the metal baton took shape.

"What did he pull out?"

The props staff were also stunned. He and Director Zhang exchanged a glance. They had been making films for decades, and this was the first time they had ever seen an actor bring a baton to the set.

Before they could finish exchanging glances, a gasp came from inside the house. In the shot, Han Fei, holding a metal baton, was actually going upstairs to chase after the doctor!
"I go?!"

Director Zhang was also dumbfounded. All the staff in the room were looking at him, not knowing what to do.
Han Fei, holding a baton, met a robust retired athlete in the stairwell. The white-clad stunt double's hand trembled, and a knife made of non-metallic material emerged from his sleeve.

Completely bewildered, Director Zhang saw the knife's edge. He was certain this scene wasn't in the script. His mind raced, and a terrifying possibility suddenly occurred to him: "Could it be that the body double wanted to kill Han Fei? Is he the wanted criminal the police have been chasing?!"

The moment this thought popped into his head, Director Zhang immediately shouted, "Quick! Go save Han Fei!"

Seeing Han Fei on the screen, his face contorted with murderous intent, frantically running upstairs and chasing the stuntman with a baton in hand, the staff present all thought Director Zhang had misspoke. He was clearly trying to save the stuntman! If he didn't save him soon, the doctor in the show would probably really be killed by Han Fei!

The door opened, and everyone rushed upstairs. Director Zhang's assistant also urgently notified the police officers who were positioned around the area, and everyone sprang into action.

At the eye of the storm, Han Fei gripped a metal baton and looked at the stuntman between the second and third floors. More concerned than the knife hidden in the stuntman's hand was the ghost following behind him.

Faced with such a terrifying situation, Han Fei felt he should show tension and fear, but perhaps because he had played too many healing games, he was completely calm and did not feel the slightest bit of fear. His brain naturally began to think of countermeasures.

Compared to the ghosts and murderers in the deeper world, the bewitched stuntman in front of you is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. What you really need to pay attention to is the thing behind the actor.

"You're panting, your eyes are unfocused, and your hand holding the knife is wrong. How can a murderer like you not even know these things!"

With his leg muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring, Han Fei charged towards his opponent after reaching his limit!

The power of the upper arm drives the elbow joint, and the hand holding the baton swings down forcefully!

"Oh!"

The stuntman heard the sound of bones cracking in his wrist. He had tried his best to dodge, but he still couldn't avoid Han Fei's attack.

The opponent was so skilled that he didn't seem like an actor at all. Every move he made was extremely tricky, and his combat experience was unbelievably rich.

The stuntman completely lost feeling in his right hand, and even thought that his arm and the knife hidden in his sleeve had fallen to the ground together.

After striking the stuntman's right hand, before the other man could even react, Han Fei swung at the stuntman's knee!

If the stuntman gets hit like that, he'll probably fall to his knees and won't even be able to run away.

With a clear and coherent thought process, Han Fei first deprived the opponent of the ability to resist, and then deprived them of the ability to escape. His devilish fighting mindset truly frightened the stuntman.

The stuntman, who had been retreating continuously and whose right hand was hanging limply at his sides, instinctively ran upstairs, not even daring to pick up the fallen knife.

Han Fei glanced at the knife on the ground, but didn't even intend to touch it; he couldn't leave his fingerprints on it.

Han Fei's behavior may seem violent, but he was actually very clear that daggers and knives are difficult to be judged as legitimate self-defense, and the bloody scene could be filmed and used by someone with ulterior motives. However, there are fewer concerns about the use of batons in this regard.

In terms of lethality, being hit in a non-vital area by a baton can cause a comminuted fracture, and few people can tolerate the pain of bone fragments piercing their flesh.

Gripping their batons tightly, they chased after each other upwards, unleashing their potential once again. Their speed was not much slower than when they came down; the only difference was that the roles of pursuer and runner had changed.

As the stuntman fled backward, the ghostly figure following him vanished.

The other party appeared silently and disappeared without a trace. It was as if it were just Han Fei's illusion, and it seemed that only Han Fei could see it in the entire building.

In fact, normally the stuntman had a very high probability of killing Han Fei, but no one expected that a parkour enthusiast who was originally a sprinter would not be able to catch up with Han Fei in the stairwell, nor did they expect Han Fei to be so alert and decisive.

The situation has reversed, but the stuntman is now in a different situation than Han Fei. Running downstairs is the exit, while running upstairs is a dead end!
He ran at full speed, but Han Fei followed him like a shadow. The sense of oppression was indescribable, as if no matter where he ran, Han Fei would find him.

He ran from the ninth floor to the second floor, and then chased him back up to the ninth floor, his frantic footsteps like the beat of a drum.

The little boy, who was lying in a room on the ninth floor, accidentally got some artificial blood in his mouth. He had just gotten up from the floor when he heard the noise outside.

"Why are you back again?"

"Oh!"

The tightly closed door was flung open, and the stuntman with a missing arm rushed into the room. He was pale, and the pain had soaked his forehead with sweat.

Just as he turned to close the door, the half-open door was kicked open!

The door slammed heavily against the wall, and the stuntman scrambled toward the child, seemingly trying to take the child hostage.

The metal baton scraped against the wall, and before the little boy could understand what was happening, he saw Han Fei, his face full of murderous intent, appear at the door.

With icy eyes and a sinister smile, the man before me looked as if he had just crawled out of a ghost cave.

"What the hell?!"

The child instinctively hugged the stuntman tightly, and the two of them began to back away together.

I really couldn't get away from an event, and I also had a long train journey, so I won't be able to finish writing the second update. I'll make up for it with the third update tomorrow. Sorry.
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