I am a Big Player
Chapter 566 - 560, The Show Is Just Getting Started (First Update)_1

Chapter 566: 560, The Show Is Just Getting Started (First Update)_1

The Amsterdam Film Festival itself has a greater inclination toward indie and dramatic films—putting it plainly, it’s more artistic. This is precisely why there’s a drama competition now.

The audience was packed, and Ren He earnestly lay on the stage, playing his role with not a shred of negligence.

And there, beneath the stage, Mark Pen watched Ren He, his gaze never straying for a moment.

Seemingly influenced by Ren He’s calm demeanor, Mark Pen gradually became composed. If the other person wasn’t afraid or panicked, why should he be anxious? He was just a turtle in a jar.

Mark Pen started to watch the play with undivided attention, and gradually, he too was drawn into it—as if he wasn’t there to capture that youth, but rather to watch the drama.

It was precisely this that allowed him to slowly appreciate how exquisite Ren He’s acting was.

Audiences who had seen other troupes perform felt that the play was very good, but it wasn’t significantly different from the others.

In terms of themes and scripts, all participants in an international event like this wouldn’t be lacking, and one could even say they were among the top troupes worldwide.

If they were in a small place, one would feel these troupes were truly remarkable, but put together, it became difficult to judge, as they were all nearly the same.

In such a situation, even deciding on a champion could be difficult, and there might be disputes among the judges.

However, when the last 8 minutes arrived, just when the whole audience thought the play was just as they had seen so far, the lighting returned to the beggar who had been lying on the stage all along!

Only a single beam of light shone on him, with all other lights extinguished, making him the unique protagonist on stage at that moment.

The audience watched the beggar’s refined performance on stage, which instantly elevated the play’s purpose to an unforeseen height, like a refreshing gulp of iced water on a sweltering summer day, suddenly enlightening!

This was the drama they came to see; their visit wasn’t in vain! Just the sublime plot in those final eight minutes was enough to determine the night’s champion.

But for Ren He, the real show started at the moment the drama ended.

Ren He stood under the stage lights, gave Mark Pen a deep look, and then turned to go backstage.

From Ren He’s figure, Mark Pen perceived a sense of broad-mindedness and composure—as if, despite apparently being surrounded, it still wasn’t clear who would emerge victorious.

Because the final results had not been announced yet.

The audience didn’t leave, as the rankings for the drama competition and the awards would be announced that very evening.

These included first, second, and third prizes for the drama, Best Actor, Best Playwright, Best Set Design, etc. The audience sent off Ren He and the others with applause, giving a standing ovation.

Mark Pen was also clapping his hands. He sincerely thought Ren He’s acting was quite good. If the man didn’t have an arrest warrant on him, maybe he could have become a megastar as an actor?

Mark Pen was a bit confused about what exactly Ren He did for a living, which identity was truly his, and he felt a bit of regret that this potential star would fall tonight.

"Secure all the exits. We can’t make a move here, once outside, do not lose him. Find a suitable place to take action. Remember, he is skilled with a sniper rifle, so don’t let him get the distance to use it," Mark Pen instructed over the earpiece, then turned and walked out—their battlefield was outside.

Unlike the audience that remained, all CIA members started moving towards the backstage, silently fitting their handguns with silencers as per Mark Pen’s instructions before departing. They were ready to open fire at any sign of fierce resistance.

They weren’t facing an ordinary criminal but a true maniac.

As Ren He walked towards the dressing room, he mentioned to Chen Da that he was going to leave first. Chen Da agreed without giving it much thought—who knew what this guy was up to? With Ren He’s wealth, hobnobbing with international celebrities might not be out of the question.

After all, People’s University was hosting a lot of important figures, so Chen Da naturally thought this way. Such incidents were too common; domestic investors would go abroad for film festivals, taking the opportunity to hook up with foreign stars. It was quite normal.

Ren He wiped his face and quickly changed clothes, then applied new makeup and left with his cello on his back. He had already strapped his handgun and dagger to his body.

Just as Ren He stepped out of the dressing room, he noticed two Caucasians watching him, their formidable presence on full display. Ren He smiled at them and then walked towards the exit.

At this smile, for some reason, the two Caucasians felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were targeted by a wild beast!

Ren He walked calmly through the hallway and, upon reaching a corner, suddenly quickened his pace. The two Caucasian men saw that Ren He seemed to have the intention of running and hurriedly quickened their pace to follow him.

However, just after they turned the corner, a fierce punch came out from behind the wall! Ren He had just rounded the corner, lowered his body, and raised an elbow to throw a punch that carried a fierce wind, and it was incredibly fast!

The other party reacted quickly. Although the punch was sudden, everyone was on guard, so the first man raised his arm to block before the punch even landed.

A fist was just a fist, no a dagger, and the two CIA members felt lucky. The other side, like them, had been careful not to use firearms directly; otherwise, things would have escalated significantly.

The files on Ren He mentioned he was skilled at sniping, unlike in the movies. In most cases, those who are snipers are average in close combat; specialization is the norm after all.

Thus, Mark Pen had only reminded everyone over the earpiece not to let Ren He get the distance or the high ground for sniping. He had not warned them about Ren He’s close combat capabilities.

The CIA members hadn’t taken the punch seriously, however, with a crack, the arm that was raised to block broke!

The CIA member’s body suddenly flew upwards and fell backwards. The other one was shocked—they hadn’t considered that someone who didn’t look very strong, a young man at that, could deliver a punch with such force unexpectedly!

Seeing his comrade fall to the ground, the other CIA member made up his mind quickly, reaching for the dagger at his waist since drawing his gun would be too slow.

But before he could pull out his dagger, Ren He’s hand pressed against his arm, causing the half-drawn dagger to be immobilized. What kind of strength was this!