My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 265: Back Off, Han Fei!

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Back Off, Han Fei!

To avoid affecting the actors’ performance and to ensure capturing every good shot, Director Zhang didn’t let the camera crew enter the hallway. Instead, he set up over thirty of the latest dynamic capture cameras to film this exciting chase scene from various angles.

At that moment, everyone was in the newly built control room on the first floor, watching the tense footage. Bai Xian’s stand-in was a retired sprinter and also a high-level member of the Xinhu Parkour Club. He might have misunderstood Director Zhang’s instructions because he didn’t follow the script exactly. Not only did he not slow down, but he actually surpassed his expected level of performance.

When Bai Xian’s stand-in was dashing downstairs at full speed, Director Zhang had a bad feeling. He was about to call cut when something astonishing happened.

Leading the way, Han Fei began to accelerate! His explosive power and agile movements left Director Zhang dumbstruck. What kind of physical condition does this comedy actor have to be able to outpace a parkour enthusiast with a background in sprinting?

Without stopping the chase scene, just watching the rapidly changing footage made Director Zhang’s heart race.

Both parties weren’t following the script. The pursuit was supposed to stop on the fourth floor, with the doctor ultimately failing to catch the murderer.

But then something even more surprising happened. Han Fei ran right past the fourth floor, then flipped over the handrail on the third floor and jumped down to the second. If all these could still be explained by an inability to stop or being too engrossed, what happened next with Han Fei completely defied everyone’s expectations.

After landing steadily, Han Fei in the footage pulled a metal baton from beneath his costume. He flicked his wrist casually, and with a series of clinks, the metal baton took shape.

"What has he just pulled out?"

The prop master was also stunned. He exchanged a look with Director Zhang; in their decades of filming, this was the first time they had seen an actor bring a baton to set.

Before their eye contact ended, exclamations erupted from the room. On screen, Han Fei, wielding the metal baton, began heading back upstairs, chasing after the doctor!

"What the—?!"

Director Zhang was also bewildered. Everyone in the room looked at him, unsure of what to do.

As Han Fei, armed with the baton, encountered the robust retired athlete in the hallway, Bai Xian’s stand-in shook his wrist, revealing a knife made of non-metal material from his sleeve.

With a head full of question marks, Director Zhang saw the blade and was sure it wasn’t in the script. His mind racing, he suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility, "Could it be that the stand-in wants to kill Han Fei? Is he the wanted criminal that the police have been searching for?!"

The moment this guess flashed through his mind, Director Zhang immediately shouted, "Quick! Hurry and save Han Fei!"

Watching Han Fei on the screen, with a murderous look and frantically running upstairs, baton in hand chasing the stand-in actor, all the staff thought that Director Zhang misspoke. It was obvious that it was the stand-in actor who needed saving! If they didn’t act fast, it seemed the doctor in the drama would truly be killed by Han Fei!

The door burst open, and people hurried upstairs. Director Zhang’s assistant urgently notified the police stationed around the area, and everyone sprang into action.

At the center of the storm, Han Fei, gripping the metal baton, looked at the stand-in actor between the second and third floors. More than the stand-in’s concealed knife, Han Fei was concerned about the ghost following him.

Suddenly facing such a terrifying situation, Han Fei felt he should be nervous and panicked, but perhaps due to playing the Healing-type Game too much, he was completely unfazed, without even a hint of fear. His mind naturally began to think of countermeasures.

Compared to the ghost and monster and murderer in the Deep World, the bewitched stand-in actor in front of him was as simple as a blank sheet of paper. The real thing to watch out for was the thing behind the actor.

"Panting from the chest, shifty eyes, even the way you hold the knife is wrong. How can a murderer not even understand these basics?"

His leg muscles tensed like a fully drawn bowstring. When they reached the limit, Han Fei charged at his opponent!

The strength in his upper arm propelled his elbow, and the hand wielding the baton swung down forcefully!

"Bang!"

A sound of breaking bones came from the stand-in actor’s wrist. He had tried his best to dodge, but he couldn’t avoid Han Fei’s attack.

The opponent’s proficiency was nothing like that of an actor; every strike was at an incredibly tricky angle, displaying an inconceivable amount of real combat experience.

The stand-in actor’s right hand had completely lost sensation; he even thought his arm and the hidden blade in his sleeve had fallen to the ground together.

While the opponent was still reeling from the blow to his armed right hand, Han Fei swung at the stand-in actor’s knee!

If this hit landed, the stand-in actor would likely fall to his knees, unable to even flee.

His thought process was coherent and clear: first, strip the opponent of the ability to resist, then deprive them of the ability to escape. Han Fei’s devilish battle logic truly frightened the stand-in actor.

Backing away continuously, the stand-in actor, with his right hand limply at his side, instinctively ran upstairs, not daring to pick up the fallen knife.

Glancing at the knife on the ground, Han Fei didn’t even plan to touch it; he couldn’t leave his fingerprints on it.

While Han Fei’s actions seemed violent, he was very clear in his mind: daggers and blades are hard to justify as self-defense, and the bloody scene could be exploited by someone with a camera. A metal baton, however, raised far fewer concerns.

In terms of lethality, a blow from a baton to a non-vital part of the body could still cause comminuted fractures, and few people could bear the pain of bone fragments piercing their flesh.

Gripping the baton tightly, he chased upwards, and both parties unleashed their potential again. The speed wasn’t much slower than on the way down, the only difference being the roles of the pursuer and the pursued had swapped.

As the stand-in actor fled backward, the ghostly shadow that had been following him had vanished.

The opponent appeared silently and disappeared without a trace, everything as if it were just an illusion of Han Fei; it seemed as though he was the only one in the entire building who could see it.

Normally, the odds were high that this stand-in actor would take out Han Fei. However, no one expected that a sprinter turned parkour enthusiast wouldn’t catch Han Fei in the staircase, nor did they anticipate Han Fei’s heightened alertness and decisiveness.

The situation had reversed, but unlike Han Fei’s earlier predicament, running downstairs meant an exit for the stand-in actor, while running upstairs was a dead-end!

He sprinted at full speed, but Han Fei was right on his heels, an indescribable sense of oppression loomed over him—as if he could be found anywhere he ran.

They ran from the ninth floor down to the second and then chased from the second back up to the ninth, their frantic footsteps echoing like drumbeats.

Little Tong, lying in a room on the ninth floor, accidentally got some artificial plasma in his mouth; he had just gotten up from the ground when he heard the noise outside.

"How come it’s come back?"

"Bang!"

The firmly shut door was forced open, and the stand-in actor with a broken arm rushed into the room, his face was pale as pain soaked his forehead with sweat.

As he turned to close the door, the half-open door was kicked wide open!

The door slammed heavily against the wall, and the stand-in actor scrambled towards Little Tong, apparently intending to use him as a hostage.

The metal baton scraped the wall, and before Little Tong could realize what was happening, he saw Han Fei, his face full of murderous intent, appear at the doorway.

His eyes were ice-cold, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a sinister smile; the man before him seemed like he had just crawled out of a Ghost Cave.

"What the fuck?!"

Little Tong couldn’t help but cling tightly to the stand-in actor, and they both started to retreat together.