184 Yan Lu really has a big shot behind her_1

"Shoot," Xiaowu fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, casually pulling one out and signaling the two photographers.

The director and photographers all picked up on the casual vibe that felt like someone saying at a dinner table, "Eat, eat, you guys eat."

"Mr. Xiaowu," Mei Yi finally came back to his senses, his eyes gentle. He tried to be as polite as possible when he asked about the gun holster on the man's knee, "Can we really film freely here?"

Would they just pull out guns randomly?

"No need to call me mister," Xiaowu was uncomfortable with such polite language. He enthusiastically introduced himself to them: "I'm Backter Street.Nicholas.Street Fighter.Mao Five."

All titles self-proclaimed.

The frightened director showed a rare expression of confusion on his face.