My Wandering Swordsman

Liu Zi stepped forward, carefully gathered the loose change on the ground, looked up at me, and said in a slightly choked voice, "Brother Ji..."

I didn't say much, but slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the group of extras in front of me.

I, Ji Xiaosong, appreciate everyone's kind gestures.

After being delayed for a moment, Assistant Director Wang returned, followed by several stuntmen, all of whom had unfriendly expressions.

We were now stuck, so the three of us simply crossed our arms and waited to see what he had to say.

"You three, come with me to the hospital." Assistant Director Wang came up and tried to tug at my sleeve.

I shoved him away: "Why go to the hospital?"

"Kneel down, what else can you do! Let me tell you, if the Crown Prince doesn't forgive you, the three of you can expect to pay with your lives."

Oh ho! Kneeling? To pay with your life?

My eyes narrowed instantly. The eldest prince, a relative of the emperor, is quite the big shot.

The monk cracked his knuckles and jumped to his feet.

Afraid he might do something foolish, I reached out to stop him and took half a step forward:

"Assistant Director Wang, let's talk things out. From beginning to end, it was the First Prince who started this whole thing. He whipped my brother, and I stopped him. There were dozens of people watching. You can't twist the truth."

"Reasonable?" Assistant Director Wang sneered. "Who do you think you are? A lowly extra, you dare to talk to me about reason? You're going to this hospital today, whether you like it or not!"

Okay! I instantly understood. The so-called assistant director and production assistant are cut from the same cloth.

Liu Zi tugged at my sleeve from behind and whispered, "Brother Ji, how about we..."

I interrupted him: "I'm not going."

Several middle-aged extras nearby, unable to bear the situation any longer, stepped in to smooth things over: "Assistant Director Wang, please calm down. These young men are just hot-blooded and acted impulsively. Why don't we have them apologize and let it go? After all, nothing serious happened..."

"never mind?"

Niu, the production assistant, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and shoved the extras aside, saying, "A bunch of poor beggars, do you think you're qualified to speak up for others? Get out of here."

The extra was pushed so hard he stumbled a couple of steps, his face flushed red, and he didn't dare to say anything back.

The production assistant, Niu, got carried away with his rant, pointing at the group of extras around him: "You poor bastards, this is your fate for life! You only make a few dollars a day, and you still stand up for others? Let me tell you, if anyone dares to speak up for those three today, they can forget about getting any work at the film studio tomorrow."

The extras lowered their heads and quietly took a few steps back. Some clenched their fists, their lips trembling, but no one dared to speak again.

The anger in my chest surged upwards in waves.

Seeing my expression, Assistant Director Wang waved his hand dismissively: "What are you all standing there for? Where are the stuntmen? Get them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight martial arts masters surrounded him.

"Break his leg and drag him to the hospital!" Assistant Director Wang shouted again.

The Flower Monk suddenly shoved me behind him: "Brother Ji, you take Liu Zi and run."

Before I could react, a wooden stick had already hit the monk on the back.

The Flower Monk grunted, turned around, and punched the man in the face, knocking him back several steps. But immediately afterward, four or five sticks came flying at him at the same time. No matter how skilled the Flower Monk was, he couldn't withstand the sheer number of people.

The monk immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Monk!"

I yelled and, in a moment of madness, kicked one of them to the ground.

These stuntmen reacted quickly; the stick came down right after, and I couldn't dodge it in time, taking a direct hit.

"Oh shit!"

My eyes turned red, and I snatched a wooden stick and swung it at the person in front of me.

Unfortunately, there were too many martial arts practitioners, and each one of them was a trained fighter. I had just taken one down when I was hit hard on the back with a blunt object, and the pain made my vision go black.

The blows to my forehead, thigh, and side finally brought me down.

As soon as the Flower Monk got up, two people pressed him to the ground. Liu Zi curled up on the ground, holding his head and trembling all over.

At this point, everyone was out of commission.

Assistant Director Wang squatted down and patted my face: "Kid, be smart and come with us obediently, or you'll suffer less."

"Pah!" I spat and looked up. "Hey Wang, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a dog who, relying on its master's power, acted arrogantly throughout the village. Then the master died, and guess what happened to the dog?"

"She was skinned and stewed."

Assistant Director Wang's expression changed: "You fucking..."

He immediately stood up and waved to the thugs, "Beat them to death! I'll cover for them if they're crippled!"

The stick was raised again.

I closed my eyes, protected my head, and prepared to tough it out.

Just then, a clear female voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"stop!"

Everyone paused simultaneously, and then several rustling sounds came from behind.

"Sister Weiwei is here!"

"Sister Vivi..."

"What's going on? Why are so many people gathered here?" A female voice came from afar.

The crowd automatically parted to form a passage.

The woman wore a fitted black dress and sequined high heels. Her features were exquisite, her skin was fair, and her makeup was just right.

My first reaction was that it was beautiful.

So beautiful!

She walked straight towards this side.

"Clap clap clap," the high heels clicked on the ground, a beautiful and melodious sound.

My heart started pounding.

How to describe this feeling? It's like when Meng Tian met Princess Yu Shu. When you're covered in blood and grime, suddenly a radiant goddess appears, like a ray of white moonlight, shining into your life.

Assistant Director Wang caught sight of the newcomer and forced a smile: "Weiwei, what brings you here? We didn't film any scenes for the female lead today."

I was taken aback for a moment.

The female lead? Is this the female lead? I wonder if she's also a relative of the eldest prince.

The woman stopped in front of us, her fair and delicate ankles resting right in front of my head. Her gaze lingered on our "haha beaded" clothing for a few seconds.

Then, a clean handkerchief was handed to me.

I took it instinctively.

The woman slowly stood up, looked at Assistant Director Wang, and said with obvious displeasure, "Director Wang, what happened? Did you arrange for someone to beat up the extras?"

Assistant Director Wang spat and cursed viciously, "Heh, hitting people? I'm the one who hit them! You don't know, these three brats beat up the First Prince."

"The Crown Prince?" The female lead frowned even more deeply and turned to look at me.

Just then, I hastily wiped the blood off my face with a handkerchief and looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

The woman was stunned.

She stared at me for several seconds.

I could clearly sense the shifts in her emotions: unfamiliarity, realization, recognition, disbelief...

Finally, the woman hesitated before speaking, uttering a thunderbolt:

"You are... Xiao Ji, right?"

What's wrong?

wrong!

Only when I got closer did I realize how incredibly beautiful this woman was—her eyebrows, her nose, her face shape…

In the next instant, all the emotions I had just felt were forcefully suppressed and pushed back down, as if flushed down a toilet.

"Auntie?!"