Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

Lin Yuan's choice to sit on the ground was by no means accidental.

The soft carpet was indeed comfortable, but more importantly, the location was uniquely advantageous—with just a slight lift of the hand, one could touch Kim Tae-yeon's slender legs and delicate feet dangling from the edge of the sofa.

His strong physique formed a natural barrier, blocking Huang Meiying's view.

"The view from here is good," he said casually, and sat down between the two girls with an air of nonchalance.

Kim Tae-yeon immediately guessed his ill intentions. Her small toes curled nervously, and she gently poked his lower back with her toes.

Didn't I just satisfy you under the table? Wasn't that enough?
She silently protested with her mouth, her embarrassed and annoyed eyes looking especially adorable under the light.

This subtle, warning gesture only brought a triumphant smile to Lin Yuan's lips.

Lin Yuan seized the opportunity to grab the mischievous jade foot, feeling the warm touch in his palm.

The girl's arches curved gracefully in his palms, her skin as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, yet still warm with the warmth of fresh flesh.

Despite having touched it many times, Lin Yuan still liked the feel of it.

He couldn't help but sigh – of all the girls he had ever met, Taeyeon's feet were indeed the most delicate.

"Is it because of her petite figure?" he wondered to himself.

Compared to the long, slender feet of tall women, Taeyeon's feet are more delicate and full, like carefully shaped glutinous rice balls, so soft and cuddly that they are irresistible to touch.

What's even more amazing is that, despite years of dancing, the soles of her feet miraculously remain as soft as a baby's, without a single dead skin or callus.

Lin Yuan was very satisfied, but Taeyeon was getting a little anxious.

She tried to pull her foot back, but found that Lin Yuan was holding it tightly and she couldn't pull it out at all.

After several futile struggles, she bit her lower lip in embarrassment and anger, not daring to make any big movements that might disturb Huang Meiying who was standing nearby.

A blush spread from Taeyeon's neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

The secret interaction under the table was still concealed by the tablecloth, but now the ambiguous situation so close at hand left her nowhere to hide.

She nervously glanced in Huang Meiying's direction, her eyes filled with shyness and panic, afraid that her best friend would find out.

Fortunately, she noticed that Hwang Mi-young hadn't noticed what was happening under the seat; her view seemed to be blocked by Lin Yuan's body, so Kim Tae-yeon felt a little relieved.

But what she didn't know was that Huang Meiying was a little confused at that moment:
Why is Lin Yuan sitting on the ground?

Sitting on the floor between her and Taeyeon, wouldn't that be a bit too intimate?
"Boom!"

At this moment, the roar of a car engine coming from the surround sound system inside the room drew their attention to the big screen.

The opening credits have ended, and the movie has officially begun with its first scene:
On the Dragon Scale Sand Dunes, three slaves were running desperately.

Their bare feet sank into the scorching sand, each step feeling like stepping on a red-hot iron plate.

The man at the front dragged his broken leg, leaving a winding trail of blood behind him, as glaring as the distant crimson Danxia stone pillars.

"Run! Run faster!" The war boy's shrill laughter came from behind.

Five modified armored vehicles, like hungry beasts, roamed the sand dunes.

The hunters on the roof were bare-chested, their upper bodies covered in chalk, some wearing breathing masks welded with spikes, others with rusty chains wrapped around their arms.

Instead of rushing to close the net, they deliberately slowed down their vehicle, following the slaves like cats playing with mice.

The very first scene captivated the young women in the audience:
What a cruel apocalyptic aesthetic!
Whether it's the menacing doomsday chariot, or the majestic desert and Danxia stone pillars, they all give people a soul-stirring shock.

They immediately understood why Lin Yuan had organized everyone to watch the film first, and then go to the recording studio the next day.

It's impossible to properly interpret a modified theme song without having the movie imagery in your mind.

At this moment, the movie screen zooms in on Depp, whose face is full of evil expressions.

It has to be said that Depp's eccentric personality is really suitable for playing the leader of War Boys, perfectly capturing that tyrannical and evil feeling.

Suddenly, Depp jerked the steering wheel, and the vehicle swung sideways, the thorny netting at the rear of the vehicle unfurling with a "whoosh".

The woman running at the back was caught on the iron hook on the back and dragged along like a rag doll.

Sand poured into her wound, and her scream was swallowed up by the roar of the engine.

"One done! Boss is awesome! I bet that one with the broken leg won't last a minute!" The war boy in the passenger seat took a swig of silver paint and laughed maniacally.

His teeth were stained metallic, and his laughter had a piercing buzzing sound.

The one-legged slave suddenly turned and ran desperately toward a wind-eroded rock pillar.

There's a narrow crevice at the base of the rock pillar; it might be a good hiding place.

"boom!"

A hydraulic crossbow bolt pierced his shoulder, pinning him to the rock face.

The war boys erupted in cheers, like wolves seeing their prey fall into a trap.

One of them jumped off the car, walked over slowly, and was waving a pair of rusty pliers in his hand.

“Guess which bone I’m going to break first?” He crouched down, the cold touch of the pliers against the slave’s trembling ribs.

This scene caused the Girls' Generation members watching the movie to gasp and cover their eyes in surprise.

Do you use pliers to pull the ribs out directly?

That's absolutely brutal!
Is the underlying tone of this movie really that stimulating?

When the rusty pliers bit into the sixth rib, they made a soft "click," but it sounded like a heavy drumbeat striking the hearts of the young girls watching the movie.

The war boy tilted his head, his chalk-painted face gleaming like bones in the blazing sun.

The jaws of the vise were already wedged into the gap between the ribs, and two sharp bulges could be clearly seen being pushed out of the slave's chest skin—as if something was about to burst out of his body.

"Shh..." He pressed his oil-stained fingers against the slave's twitching lips: "Bones can talk, and their voices are beautiful!"

A sudden burst of force in the wrist.

First came a teeth-grinding scraping sound, like a rusty door hinge turning.

Then came a crisper "snap"—not a break, but the sound of the costal cartilage tearing from the sternum.

The slave's screams were stuck in his throat, turning into a string of bubbly sobs.

When the vise was pulled out, its tip gripped a piece of yellowish bone, with dark red membranous tissue still attached to the edges.

The war boy held it up like an jewel, and sunlight streamed through the fine holes in the bone fragments, casting honeycomb-like spots of light on the sand.

"Look!" He held the bone up to the slave's face, who was vomiting blood. "Is this your first time meeting your own bones? Want to say hello?"

Depp, frowning, said, "Don't kill them, at least not here. Bring them back alive so others can see the consequences of trying to escape!"

The war boy smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss, I know what I'm doing. I specifically chose the 6th rib, so it won't be immediately fatal, but it will still cause him excruciating pain."

“I’m leaving the man to you. I’m going to check on the last escaped slave.” Depp turned and strode forward.

In the distance, the last slave finally climbed up a towering Danxia stone pillar.

He glanced back—the chariots below had already surrounded the stone pillar firmly, making escape impossible.

The hunters got out of the car and slowly took out various instruments of torture.

Some people even started placing bets on whether the prey would collapse or die first.

In despair, the slave jumped off the rocky platform.

His body bounced a few times on the crimson rock wall.

The first impact struck a protruding rock ridge, and his left leg twisted strangely behind him, like a broken umbrella rib.

The second impact sheared off half his cheek, and splattered blood droplets shimmered like scattered rubies in the sunlight. When he finally crashed into the sand, his spine shattered into seventeen pieces like a glass sculpture, but his heart still beat.
One pump, two pumps, and the thick blood plasma is pumped into the gaps between the sand grains.

The war boys were silent for three seconds.

"F*CK!" The green-lipped boy kicked the metal bucket away. "What a spoilsport!"

The war boy wearing a skull mask walked over and poked at the mangled corpse with the tip of his boot.

The head had been twisted to an unbelievable angle, but one eye remained open, its pupil reflecting the last glimpse of the sky.

The camera then zooms in for a close-up.

In that unseeing pupil, a figure was reflected on the distant Danxia stone pillar!
"There's still one person!"

"Weren't only three slaves supposed to escape? How come there are four?"

"Hahaha, who cares! Brothers, let's go! We're going to have some fun!"

The war boys jumped joyfully onto the doomsday chariot, and sped off towards the figure amidst the rising dust.

"It's Lin Yuan!" Jessica, who was sitting in the front row, exclaimed.

In the distance, on the Danxia stone pillars, Lin Yuan swiftly swung between the pillars using a grappling hook.

Directly below him was a speeding doomsday chariot.

Lin Yuan's figure flashed like black lightning between the rock pillars.

The grappling hook in his hand snapped into the crevice of the rock with a clang, and his body was thrown ten meters away by the inertia, the sole of his boot scraping against another stone pillar and sparking.

Below, the first tank is approaching, and the flamethrower operator on its roof is adjusting the angle:

"boom!"

The flames grazed Lin Yuan's clothes, burning the rock wall where he had just been hanging to a crisp.

Lin Yuan, who narrowly escaped death, showed no sign of panic.

Lin Yuan suddenly released the grappling hooks gripping the rock wall, and his body fell freely towards the fiery chariot below.

Just as he was about to crash heavily onto the roof of the tank, he swung out his grappling hook again, gripping the iron chain on the rock wall with a loud clanging sound.

He used the pull to launch himself into the air, his knee slamming into the driver's window—

"boom!"

Amidst the shards of glass, Lin Yuan's military dagger had already pierced the driver's throat.

The corpse jammed the accelerator, and the out-of-control tank spun and crashed into the rock wall. The flames from the exploding fuel tank illuminated the battlefield in a bloody light.

The remaining four tanks did not panic despite the tragic death of their comrade, but instead approached in an encircling formation.

A vehicle equipped with a bone-crushing roller charged forward first. Instead of retreating, Lin Yuan advanced and slid sideways the moment the roller lifted!
As the bloody spikes grazed his back, he shoved a homemade Molotov cocktail under the car.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted from the chassis, turning the wheels into rings of fire.

The war boy screamed and jumped out of the car, but his own chains got tangled around his ankles, dragging him across the sand and leaving scorch marks.

Watching the war boy die tragically under the weight of his own tank, the girls couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having brought this upon themselves.

The film's close-up shot focuses on Depp, whose eyes are filled with astonishment:

Where did this amazing person come from?
He actually took down two doomsday vehicles with his bare hands!
If taking down one car was a fluke, then taking down two in a row would be enough to make Depp alarmed.

"This kid's got some skills, everyone don't underestimate him, let's go together." Depp waved his hand and gave the order.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The last three doomsday vehicles sped towards Lin Yuan with their engines at maximum power...

At this moment, Kim Tae-yeon was completely captivated by the movie scenes on the big screen.

She didn't expect the movie to be so exciting from the very beginning.

Although there are only a few lines of dialogue, the harsh environment of the apocalyptic setting, the brutality of the war boy, and Lin Yuan's calmness and strength are all vividly portrayed in just 5 minutes of footage.

Immersed in the scene, Kim Tae-yeon didn't even notice that Lin Yuan's hand had quietly crept up her calf from her toes.

Kim Tae-yeon finally noticed, and she glared at Lin Yuan fiercely.

However, it had no deterrent effect whatsoever; Lin Yuan only felt that it was cute and fierce.

So he chose to push his luck.

This startled Taeyeon. What if Hwang Mi-young saw this?
So she quickly pulled her legs up, curled up on the sofa, and hugged her knees with her arms:

I've pulled my legs back, so you can't do anything about it now, right?
But she miscalculated; she hadn't considered that she was wearing a short skirt today.

So...

Lin Yuan said, "Aren't you being a little too polite?"

It's disrespectful not to watch it.

Seeing Lin Yuan's appearance, Kim Tae-yeon knew perfectly well that she had done something wrong.

But she didn't want to change. Her eyes were fixed on the big screen, as if she were watching the movie intently, but her ears were so red they were almost bleeding.

Sometimes, burying one's head in the sand isn't stupidity, but rather a form of wisdom.

Especially when the two are in perfect sync.

But at this moment, it wasn't just the two of them who felt this tacit understanding, but all three.

Hwang Mi-young, who was standing to the side, kept her thoughts on Taeyeon and Lim Won.

It's no wonder she wasn't paying attention to the movie; Lin Yuan was sitting right next to her, so close.

With just a simple stretch of her foot, she could poke Lin Yuan's lower back.

In such a situation, how can one maintain inner peace?

When she noticed Lin Yuan and Taeyeon seemingly playing a fun little game, she immediately understood.

Can you do this?

The next moment, a thought surged in her mind:
Can I play like this too?

She was also wearing a short skirt today.

So Huang Meiying also curled up her legs, her slender white feet slowly shrinking onto the sofa.

Those jade-like feet stopped less than two palms' width away from Lin Yuan's face, close enough to see the faint blue veins on his ankles.

As she adjusted her posture, her toes would occasionally brush against the sofa fabric, making a soft rubbing sound.

Lin Yuan noticed this immediately.

They were so close that he could even smell the scent on that fair, delicate foot.

It certainly couldn't be a sour or foul smell, nor could it be a pleasant fragrance; it was simply its own scent.

Why is it on her feet?
Lin Yuan was also stunned for a moment. (End of this chapter)