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"Brother Li, why waste so much time talking to him? After I hug him, you go over and give him a good slap on the eye, pfft, pfft!"

As soon as Xiao Chen said that, Dog Head Liu was startled. He endured the excruciating pain in his leg, cold sweat glistening on his forehead under the car headlights, and shouted sharply, "Xiao Chen, shut up! Don't cause trouble!"

"Boss, I..."

Xiao Chen then realized he had let something slip and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, the last words that escaped through his fingers carrying obvious regret.

Although he is impatient, he is quick-witted, which is why Doghead Liu is willing to keep him by his side. After all, in the paparazzi industry, being quick-witted is more important than anything else.

Zhang Yang casually weighed the baseball bat in his hand, deliberately revealing a mocking smile, the corners of his lips curling up with undisguised contempt: "Do you know why villains always die quickly? It's because they talk too much. If you want to fight, then fight; if not, then get lost!"

His voice was exceptionally clear on the quiet street, each word like an invisible slap in the face.

Zhang Yang's arrogant demeanor completely ignited Xiao Chen's anger.

"Brother Li, remember to give him a few dark circles under his eyes!"

Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and with a sudden burst of strength from his legs, he leaped out like a cheetah, rushing straight towards Zhang Yang.

Facing the aggressive Xiao Chen, Zhang Yang calmly dodged to the side, his footwork swift as the wind. His fist, though arriving late, struck Xiao Chen's chest with a sharp gust of wind, producing a dull thud.

"boom!"

A tremendous force poured out from the fist, and to Xiao Li's astonishment, the muscular Xiao Chen was blasted away by this punch, flying through the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground three meters away.

As Xiao Chen flew through the air, he roared inwardly: "This guy's fist technique is so powerful, why is he using a baseball bat to scare people? Isn't he deliberately misleading me?!" He could even clearly feel the excruciating pain in his ribs, and every breath was accompanied by a burning sensation.

Seeing his companion being sent flying by a punch, Xiao Li didn't have time to think and rushed forward. However, he never expected that after taking only two steps, he felt a blackout, a sharp pain in his nose, and a buzzing in his ears, as if countless bees were fluttering inside his head.

Zhang Yang's fist landed precisely on his face, and warm blood instantly gushed from his nose. Before Xiao Li could react, another heavy punch landed on his eye socket, giving him two dark circles under his eyes. The intense pain made his vision go black, and he almost couldn't stand up.

"Treating them in the same way I treat them is my specialty."

Zhang Yang couldn't resist making a joke.

The scene that followed was almost a one-sided rout. In no time, Xiao Chen and Gou Tou Liu, who had just struggled to their feet, were also bleeding from their noses, sporting two huge black eyes, looking utterly miserable. Blood stained their clothes, spreading large dark stains on their light-colored jackets.

Zhang Yang casually tossed aside the baseball bat that had been used as a prop, the metal clanging crisply against the ground. He looked down at the three men, his eyes cold: "If you dare to play these tricks again, it won't just be a black eye."

After saying that, Zhang Yang ignored the three of them, turned around and walked towards the Porsche. He lightly pressed the door handle with his finger, and the door opened with a click.

After getting into the driver's seat, he didn't forget to continue acting, hugging Yang Mi tightly, his voice trembling just the right amount: "Thank goodness, you're alright! I was so worried about you."

Through the car window, he could see the disheveled figures of the three people in the rearview mirror, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

Under the resentful gazes of Doghead Liu and his two companions, the Porsche emitted a deep roar and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

Only then did the three belatedly realize that they had fallen into Zhang Yang's trap from the very beginning. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the chill of early winter, but it could not dispel the humiliation and anger in their hearts.

"You bastard!"

Dog-Head Liu wiped the blood from his nose, the sticky sensation on his fingertips making him nauseous. The sharp pain in his eye sockets made him gasp. Every subtle expression tugged at the nerves in his wounds: "Zhang Yang, I only wanted to get away with this, but now, you've completely enraged me!"

Xiao Chen, who was the most seriously injured, limped toward the car, looking utterly disheveled.

At this moment, he sported comical dark circles under his eyes, and the skin around his eyes was swollen so badly that the bluish-purple color actually looked somewhat comical.

"Boss, let's release the footage we've taken and see how long he can keep up his arrogance!"

He eagerly pulled out his filming equipment, but the movement was a bit too much and aggravated his injury, causing him to wince in pain.

With trembling fingers, he connected the data cable. The cold light from the laptop screen shone on his disheveled face, illuminating the still-dry bloodstains on his forehead.

However, when he opened the folder, the smile on his face froze instantly. He refreshed the page several times, but the storage directory remained empty.

"Brother Li, did you touch the memory card just now?"

Xiao Chen's voice trembled slightly, making it particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

Xiao Li, who was helping Dog Head Liu into the car, was taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously touched his pocket: "No, it's been on camera the whole time."

His voice sounded muffled due to a stuffy nose, and there was a strong smell of blood when he spoke.

Xiao Chen checked repeatedly, his fingers rapidly sliding across the touchpad, and finally confirmed a terrifying fact. His voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and panic: "The memory cards in both machines are gone!"

"How is that possible!"

Xiao Li hurriedly opened the camera card slot, and he could clearly see that the slot was completely empty, without even a speck of dust.

The three panicked immediately. Those memory cards not only contained the footage for tonight's shoot, but were also their only hope for revenge against Zhang Yang.

"Don't panic!"

Despite the pain, Dog Head Liu tried his best to remain calm, but the trembling in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Think carefully, maybe you put it somewhere else."

As he spoke, he looked around the carriage, his gaze sweeping over every corner where a memory card might be hidden.

Just then, a note fluttered down from under the laptop keyboard and landed lightly on Xiao Chen's lap. Dog-Head Liu picked it up, and in the cold light of the screen, he could make out only two hastily written letters: "SB!"

These two words were like a resounding slap across the faces of the three men. Dog-Head Liu gripped the note tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, the paper crumpled into a ball in his palm.

Only at this moment did he fully realize that they had been completely manipulated by Zhang Yang tonight.

Anger, humiliation, and resentment surged within him, almost bursting from his throat.

Looking in the direction where the Porsche disappeared, Dog-Head Liu shouted hysterically, "Zhang Yang, you've already chosen your own death! I swear, I, Dog-Head Liu, will forever be your arch-nemesis!"