The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2075 They're all shrimp.
Finally, before Lucas was driven mad by guilt, Reese's text message brought the situation under control, and a storm was narrowly brought under control.

After his turbulent emotions subsided, Lucas couldn't help but begin to reflect.

He knew that Anson disliked pomp and circumstance and didn't like being restricted. For Anson, acting was just a job, and at its core, it was about enjoying life.

However, he still forced Anson to accept the entire security team. Did he make a mistake by imposing his own concerns on Anson?
Both he and the Woods have been like frightened birds ever since what happened during the filming of "Walking with the Song" last year. On the one hand, they are worried and constantly concerned about Anson's condition; on the other hand, they don't know how to start a conversation and uncover the wounds buried deep in their memories.

Because the distance is too close, it is easy to be blinded and unable to see the whole picture clearly.

“…Perhaps Anson has always known that he is proving to you through his actions that he is not a fragile doll,” Edgar said cautiously.

Lucas didn't respond, but a cold, piercing glance flew over his face.

Edgar was also terrified. Lucas's indiscriminate attacks were probably only something that Anson wouldn't be afraid of. But he knew about the Wood brothers' relationship, which he had clearly understood since the "Spider-Man 2" era. So he was even more aware that everything Lucas did was for Anson's benefit.

As his agent, he had no right to get involved in the Wood family's private affairs, but as a friend, there were some things he had to say.

“Lucas, you should sit down and talk to Anson. This is not something I can interfere with, believe me, I know that, but I also know that Anson is not a puppet.”

Lucas remained expressionless. "If you ask him, he always says he's fine."

Edgar: "Then maybe he really is alright?"

Lucas glared at Edgar, who immediately felt a tightness around his neck.

Taking a deep breath, Edgar forced himself to say, "You should tell him your thoughts clearly, including those worries hidden in your heart."

“Anson is smart. Maybe he’s smarter than you.”

This time, Lucas didn't continue speaking, his gaze lowered, lost in thought. "He's always been so smart. He was like that even when he was a child."

There was another sentence hidden deep in his heart that Lucas dared not say: he always felt that... Anson was no longer the Anson he used to be.

The thought sent a chill down Lucas's spine. He quietly clenched his fists, trying to regain his composure.

No matter what happens, Anson is still Anson, and Anson is still his brother.

Lucas turned to Edgar and asked, "So, how did he escape?"

Edgar looked helpless. "This has stumped me. There are too many mysteries surrounding Anson that I can't solve. That's why he's the superstar, and I'm just a hired hand."

"However... I wouldn't be surprised if he threatened his two bodyguards to flee with him. That's Anson for you; he always has a special ability."

Just as Lucas and Edgar were having a headache, Reese was having the same problem.

"You should have already found a chance to let Luca know you're safe, right?" Anson's voice blew over with the strong wind, and goosebumps rose all over Rhys's spine.

Reese immediately straightened his back.

Anson's lips curled into a slight smile. "It's fine to let them know we're safe, but don't reveal our location."

Ries paused, "Mr. Wood will be worried."

Anson: "That's the goal. We should torture him for a while longer, hmph."

Reese: ...So, this is what they mean by "when whales fight, shrimps suffer"? Anson: "You guys need to sort out your thoughts. From now on, listen to Luca or me. Otherwise, if I was able to escape Bruges, I could escape right under your noses a second time. After all, now only your two tails are left, right?"

Rhys's heart tightened. So Anson was using delaying tactics when they discovered his whereabouts in Bruges?
Anson's lips curled up slightly. "If you go back now, even if you don't lose me, Luca will definitely not be satisfied with your performance. Replacing the security personnel will be a piece of cake. In Hollywood, three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged bodyguards are everywhere."

"But if you come with me, we'll be ship partners, and things will be different."

popping.

Anson patted Reese on the shoulder. "You're smart people, you should know how to choose."

Rhys chuckled inwardly. Who said Anson was just a pretty face? Let him try fighting Anson. He'd probably be tricked into jumping into the Seine and think it was an honor.

Using both soft and hard tactics, employing both cleverness and enticement, they appear harmless, but inside they are full of sesame seeds.

“Anson, we are your bodyguards, so of course we’ll listen to you.” Rhys didn’t hesitate any longer. A wise person knows when to yield, and he believed that Lucas wouldn’t blame them.

Beside it, the golden kiwi remained silent, standing obediently like a puppet, neither participating in the conversation nor expressing its opinion, seemingly having no presence at all.

But Anson didn't ignore it; he still looked over.

Eduardo immediately stood at attention and nodded, showing his loyalty with a solemn posture.

Anson's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction. "Very good, we can enjoy our journey now."

Rhys tentatively asked, "Where are we going next?"

Anson stretched and said, "I don't know."

Reese choked. He thought Anson was deliberately keeping quiet because he didn't fully trust them, but he didn't expect Anson to be serious.

Without a plan or purpose, it was completely spontaneous.

Soon, Rhys realized that if even Anson himself didn't have a plan, how could others track them? As long as Rhys and Eduardo were monitored, the three of them could completely disappear into the vast sea of ​​people, and no one should be able to find their exact location in a short period of time.

This is also true.

Leaving Bruges, Anson took a train south. Amidst the bustling train passengers, they attracted no particular attention. While paparazzi were staking out transit stations in major cities like Paris, Amsterdam, and Munich, Anson had already entered a small town in Southern Europe.

By the time Lucas received Anson's call, they were already enjoying a leisurely vacation in Dubrovnik, completely disappearing into the crowd.

Dubrovnik, located in Croatia, later became a popular tourist destination because of "Game of Thrones," but in 2005, Eastern Europe was far from being a tourist hotspot. Prague was already the pinnacle of people's exploration of Eastern Europe, and few people continued to explore further.

Furthermore, the local people are simple and honest, and they are not interested in Hollywood movies. Before social networks fully invaded daily life, people's understanding of Hollywood stars was often completely different. Even if there were "Spider-Man" posters posted at the entrance of the movie theater, no one would associate the person on the poster with Anson, who was passing by in the square.

Peaceful, serene, the world has become completely quiet.

Upon learning that Anson had gone to Croatia to escape the hustle and bustle, Lucas was not worried at all; instead, he felt relieved. "Why did you suddenly think of that?"

“Quiet,” Anson said. “After finishing work, all I want is complete peace and quiet. Even if you don’t go to the airport, there are plenty of mysterious corners in Europe.”

"We originally planned to go to Portugal, but we met a group of young people on the way to Greece, so we followed them eastward. Haha, everything was out of the ordinary."

(End of this chapter)