I'm a professional villain actor; my fans are begging me not to kill them.

Angkor's reaction was so realistic that Bai Ye didn't even notice a single flaw.

But the biggest flaw is the absence of any flaws. The route he just took was theoretically the best escape route, yet Angkor was able to follow without hesitation.

"What are you doing here?" Juandi came running up, panting.

Bai Ye shrugged, annoyed, and said, "I've been caught by Angkor."

"Holy crap! That's awesome!"

"They even caught that?"

"Amazing, it's a shame he's not a policeman!"

"Indeed, I searched all around but didn't see a single shadow."

"Hahaha, you lost! Pay up, pay up!"

Bai Ye looked helpless. "I don't have enough cash. Can I have it transferred?"

"OK."

"no problem."

Everyone readily agreed, except for Angkor, who hesitated, saying, "I don't know how to use those things; cash is better."

Bai Ye handed him two hundred, and after returning home, she carefully wrapped the one hundred given to her by Brother Wu in plastic wrap.

The first day was a scene where he killed someone with a gun, but he didn't have many scenes on the second day.

After the heinous crime occurred, the police officers played by Juani and his teammates began to investigate the clues.

Because Fan Ye was overly cautious, the police got nothing, only a composite sketch based on the victim's description.

"Male, around 30 years old, about 175 cm tall, slim build, wearing sunglasses."

Based on these criteria, tens of millions of people could be screened nationwide. Under such circumstances, catching Fan Ye would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

You know what, Juani is perfect for playing this kind of bewildered and angry character. The young detective he plays is just like someone who is genuinely angry about not being able to solve the case.

The police investigation yielded no results, and the case reached a stalemate.

Everyone was very worried, suspecting that the murderer had already fled far away.

However, the killer reappeared.

A couple was withdrawing money from a bank. They planned to use the money to treat their seriously ill child, as it was a life-saving fund.

The man's worried expression softened slightly. "The house has been sold. With this 200,000 yuan, my son's surgery can be done."

The woman's face was sallow, radiating an unhealthy aura. "But what about the rest of the money? Dad, should we just leave my illness untreated?"

The man sighed heavily and said firmly, "They all need treatment, absolutely. Even if it means selling everything we own, or even risking our reputation, I'll raise the remaining money!"

A couple facing hardship: their child is seriously ill, the wife is seriously ill, and they have sold their house to raise money, essentially reaching the point of financial ruin.

Passersby who overheard their conversation showed them expressions of sympathy.

Some people even wanted to help them financially, saying, "Brother, this is just a small token of our appreciation."

"Sister-in-law, buy some tonics to help you recover."

"You must take care of your health! Your health is the most important thing!"

Many people comforted them, and the compassion of ordinary business owners was fully demonstrated here.

Bai Ye, who was standing nearby, also heard this. Instead of showing any sympathy, he smiled.

Bai Ye was actually laughing at this scene that everyone who saw it felt a pang of sympathy for!

That smile sent chills down one's spine, sending a bone-chilling cold straight to the top of one's head.

Holy crap!

"Damn it! You're a pervert!"

"You beast!"

"Damn it, I really want to beat him to death!"

Everyone knows why Bai Ye was laughing. It wasn't because his wife had given birth, but because he overheard the couple talking about 200,000 yuan.

Terminal illness? What does that have to do with him?

Sell ​​the house. So what?

Two out of the three family members are seriously ill? That's wonderful.

Behind the camera, director Dong Ran swallowed hard and secretly praised the beast.

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"I knew Bai Ye was a master at playing beasts."

"They're worse than beasts, not human at all."

"I seriously doubt he was acting."

Standing to the side, with his hands clasped in his hands and his back bent, Angkor's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible look of shock and resentment.

That's absolutely inhuman!

There are unspoken rules in the underworld: three types of money should never be stolen: money meant for saving a life, money for education, and hard-earned money.

Fan Ye, played by Bai Ye, clearly heard others say it was money to save lives, yet he still tried to rob it; he was the worst of the worst.

Wearing sunglasses, Bai Ye appeared to be idly strolling around the neighborhood, but in reality, he was constantly observing his surroundings, trying to discern whether there were any police officers among the people coming and going.

At the same time, he was also waiting for the couple from before. He heard them clearly: 200,000.

Therefore, he let many people who had taken a lot of money go, and they thus escaped disaster by sheer luck.

Everyone in the crew held their breath, watching Bai Ye play an ordinary passerby.

If they didn't know he was playing the murderer, they wouldn't have been able to tell that this person was the murderer at all.

Finally, the middle-aged couple emerged from the bank, clutching their bags tightly.

His expression was heavy, but also held a glimmer of hope. With this money, his son could be saved, and there was still hope for their lives.

Just then, a person walked up to them, heading straight for them, and was about to bump into them.

The man looked slightly puzzled. He stopped and tried to let the man pass.

Suddenly, the man pulled a pistol from his pocket and shot the husband in the head.

The husband fell to the ground without uttering a sound or even having a chance to struggle.

The husband fell to the ground without uttering a sound or even having a chance to struggle.

The woman's face was filled with terror. She opened her mouth, but it was unclear whether she wanted to scream for help or beg for mercy.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a man died.

Bai Ye was extremely ruthless, firing without the slightest hesitation; not a trace of human compassion could be seen in him.

In just a few seconds, the couple collapsed in pools of blood, and their seriously ill son was also hospitalized.

Their son will never receive the money his parents gave him to save his life; without it, he too will die.

Bai Ye picked up the bag containing the money and quickly left. The gunshot startled a passing man, who rushed over.

boom!

Bai Ye fired a shot right in front of him.

The man fell to the ground and scrambled to his feet.

Bai Ye didn't even glance at him before disappearing into the streets and alleys with her bag in hand.

Throughout the robbery, under Bai Ye's deliberate control, all movements related to aesthetics were eliminated, which made his actions extremely uncomfortable for everyone to watch.

There was no aesthetic appeal, only the violence and cruelty of murder; the bloody scene made it impossible for anyone to feel even a trace of admiration.

"Pass!"

Dong Ran smacked his lips, waved his hand, and passed it directly.

"That's insane!"

"They're worse than animals!"

"Damn it, I really want to shoot him dead!"

"That son of a bitch, Fan Ye!"

Because of Bai Ye's performance, everyone cursed Fan Ye, believing he should be torn to pieces, and even the temporary workers were indignant.

One by one, they cursed Fan Yesheng's son to die. They cursed his wife, calling her a "woman of a thousand men," and his father a "beast." Centered on Fan Ye, all his relatives and friends were subjected to a torrent of abuse.

Among the temporary workers, Angkor occasionally joined in the cursing, but his expression eventually became less natural.

It's easy to imagine that once "001 Major Case" is released, Fan Ye will be forever branded with shame and become a beast despised by everyone.

Moreover, he will have no admirers; all people will see is his cold indifference and his sleazy gait.