Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

"Clear the area! Clear the area!"

Director Zhang waved his arms furiously, as if he wanted to wipe out all the witnesses present. "This scene is off! Anyone who dares to tell anyone what just happened, I'll make sure they never work in this industry again!"

The staff felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly packed up their belongings, heads bowed, afraid of incurring the tyrant's wrath. Only the young actor remained kneeling in the mud, clutching his torn clothes, weeping silently.

Lu Jingyan ignored Director Zhang's roar.

He stood on the periphery of the crowd, his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, fixed intently on the inconspicuous little door behind Director Zhang. A sign hung there that read "Director's Private Lounge," and a strange red light shone through the crack in the door.

The "crime radar" sounded a sharp alarm in his mind.

[Warning! High concentration of illegal and criminal activity detected!]

[Target location: 10 meters ahead, director's dressing room.]

[Sin Value Analysis: Extremely High. Suspected of group sex, bribery, forced transactions...]

"interesting."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lu Jingyan's lips. It seemed that the so-called "artistic sacrifice" just now was nothing but a facade. The real drama was unfolding behind that door.

He winked at Zhao Tiezhu behind him.

Zhao Tiezhu understood immediately. Without making a sound, he led two team members to flank the rest room from both sides like an iron clamp, blocking all escape routes.

Director Zhang was about to go into the lounge to "cool down" when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

"Who is it! Can't you see I'm busy..."

He turned around, cursing, only to meet a pair of eyes as cold as an icebox.

"police."

Lu Jingyan flashed his badge, his voice not loud, but it made Director Zhang freeze. "Routine check, please open the door."

"Police...police?"

Director Zhang's expression instantly changed, his eyes flashing frantically. "Check what? This is my private space! Do you have a search warrant? If not, get out!"

"Private space?"

Lu Jingyan chuckled and pointed to the red light shining through the crack in the door. "Setting up a 'red-light district' in a public filming location, you call that private space? Besides, I think I just heard someone screaming for help inside."

"Nonsense! There's no one inside!"

Director Zhang panicked, bracing himself against the door, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "This is my dressing room! No one but me can come in! You're trespassing! I'm going to sue you!"

"Nobody here?"

Lu Jingyan stopped wasting words.

He lifted his foot and gently kicked the seemingly sturdy solid wood door.

"Bang--!"

This seemingly effortless kick actually utilized the subtle force from the newly acquired [God-Level Fighting Technique]. With a deafening crash, the lock snapped, and the door swung open as if struck by a cannonball!

"ah--!!!"

From inside the door, several terrified screams immediately rang out.

A strong smell of alcohol mixed with some indescribable musky scent hit me like poison gas.

The scene in the lounge was instantly exposed to everyone's view.

The usually respectable investor, Mr. Wang, was shirtless, his obese body slumped on the sofa like a lump of white flesh. Beside him, two young actors, trembling and disheveled, were vying for roles, each holding an unfinished wine glass.

The most outrageous thing is that Director Zhang's earlier statement about "nobody" clearly shows that he forgot about himself as well.

Because at the other end of the sofa, there was a pair of men's trousers that looked extremely conspicuous and belonged to an unknown person.

The entire room fell silent.

The special investigation team members outside the door, the staff who hadn't had time to leave, and even the bodyguards who were preparing to "clear the area" were all dumbfounded.

This scene is a hundred times more exciting than all the other scenes this crew has filmed combined!

Lu Jingyan stood at the door but did not go in.

He simply turned to the side, facing the microphone on his collar, and said something in a calm, almost indifferent tone that was enough to shake the entire entertainment industry:

"Everyone inside, please pull up your pants. Get dressed and come with us."

These words, transmitted through Su Xiaoxiao's uninterrupted live stream, instantly spread across the entire internet!

Although the camera thoughtfully only captured Lu Jingyan's back and the door that was kicked away in order to pass censorship, the scream, the burst of decadent music, and Lu Jingyan's words "pull up your pants" were enough to make millions of netizens imagine a 100,000-word drama.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

[This is catching them red-handed?! The director and investor together? Playing this big?!]

[Pulling up your pants? My god, is this something I can listen to for free?]

[Is this the legendary scene of unspoken rules? Officer Lu is awesome! That kick was so satisfying!]

The live stream crashed instantly; the server collapsed.

Director Zhang slumped to the ground, staring at the rows of dark body cameras by the door, his face ashen.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

His carefully cultivated "famous director" persona, built over decades, and his so-called "temple of art," were utterly destroyed in this moment.

"take away!"

At Zhao Tiezhu's command, the special police officers rushed in like wolves and tigers.

Those arrogant big shots who were just moments ago were now like frightened quails, frantically grabbing their clothes to cover themselves, and being handcuffed in a sorry state.

Lu Jingyan stopped looking at those offensive images.

He turned around and gestured for Su Xiaoxiao to come in and collect evidence.

"Xiaoxiao, search carefully. In a place like this, besides people, there's definitely something else hidden."

"yes!"

Wearing gloves, Su Xiaoxiao forced herself to walk into the lounge, suppressing her nausea. Her professionally trained eyes quickly scanned every corner of the room.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a hidden compartment under the coffee table.

There, tucked away, was a script that looked quite ordinary.

But when she turned to the first page, her expression changed instantly.

This isn't a filming script at all, it's a... ledger!

Next to the lines on each page, strings of numbers and names were marked in red pen.

"The lead actor's salary: 500 million on the surface, but 8000 million actually paid (through an overseas account)."

"Set construction expenses: 3000 million reimbursed, actual expenditure 200 million (50% kickback to Director Zhang)."

"Special service fee: 20 per instance (deposited into the assistant director's private account)..."

Su Xiaoxiao's hands were shaking.

This isn't a script! It's clearly a "book of life and death" recording all the dirty deals made by this production crew!

"Captain Lu!"

She suddenly looked up, her voice trembling with excitement, "Come quick! This...this is a script with hidden meanings! The financial transactions shown here are shockingly large!"