My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 484: I was already the Building Chief when I was at level 10 (4000 votes for monthly ticket)

Chapter 484: Chapter 484: I was already the Building Chief when I was at level 10 (4000 votes for monthly ticket)

Han Fei himself was particularly averse to joining an entertainment company, and President Li thought it was because his previous company had not treated Han Fei well.

This time, he specifically invited Director Zhang, firstly to discuss cooperation and secondly for Han Fei’s sake.

He wanted to use the cooperation to build a closer relationship and, if the movie became a big hit, he would then take the opportunity to bring Han Fei into his own company.

Before the party started, Han Fei appeared very cold, but since Xia Yilan sat down next to him, Han Fei, who suffered from social anxiety, obviously became much more talkative.

President Li observed all these developments, constantly giving Xia Yilan suggestive looks.

Although Xia Yilan was not skilled in acting, she was very emotionally intelligent and observant; she could feel that Han Fei seemed to care a lot about her.

Previously, during the film festival’s preview, Han Fei had also taken the initiative to chat with her, which made her feel that Han Fei seemed very willing to communicate with her.

At the thought of this, she felt somewhat happy but also a bit disdainful; men are all the same, no matter how cold their demeanor, their hearts still flutter when faced with something beautiful.

Xia Yilan was enthusiastically chatting with Han Fei, but perhaps it was due to Han Fei’s over-dedication that, after finding out the movie was related to plastic surgery, he kept asking Xia Yilan questions related to cosmetic procedures.

Not wanting to ruin the image she had in Han Fei’s mind, Xia Yilan freely shared information, being exceedingly friendly.

She wanted to win Han Fei over, but unfortunately, from beginning to end, Han Fei had been thinking of getting her in.

Living with someone else’s face, every day was just an act.

This top-floor private room was a miniature arena of fame and fortune, with President Li, Director Zhang, and guests seated at the main table, while the actors at the side table appeared about the same age as Han Fei, but they were merely there to enhance the atmosphere, occasionally glancing at Han Fei and Xia Yilan with a hint of jealousy.

Singing voices, music, and the clinking of glasses were incessant. Everyone was laughing, discussing all sorts of things.

Amidst the drunken revelry and lush neon lights, only Han Fei was particularly focused, pestering Xia Yilan with questions about precautions for plastic surgery and various tragedies that occurred because of it.

In a battle of wits, back and forth, Xia Yilan laughed happily. She thought no one knew about her past, but she ended up revealing a lot of information to Han Fei.

Xia Yilan didn’t realize it; she even thought that Han Fei might have fallen for her. A man who seldom spoke was clumsily trying to make conversation in her presence, continuously revolving around an unreleased movie. If that’s not a sign of affection, what is?

At the rest area and entertainment facilities nearby, there were younger female artists from Star Map Entertainment, but Han Fei didn’t even give them a glance. With this thought, Xia Yilan became even more convinced of her own idea.

She felt as if she were drunk, shifting a little closer to Han Fei, but Han Fei slightly leaned back, and his nostrils quivered lightly.

This shy gesture made Xia Yilan find Han Fei even more interesting. Just as she was about to say something else, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

"Bang!"

A brawny man over one meter eighty stood at the doorway, dressed in branded casual wear. His muscular outline was very prominent, and he had a solid lower body, clearly revealing him to be a well-trained individual.

The man had a cloth strip on his left shoulder and a pair of sunglasses hanging from his shirt pocket, walking with swagger.

"President Li, how come you didn’t invite me when entertaining guests!"

The burly man had a loud voice that overpowered the noisy music.

Upon seeing him come in, those young actors from Star Map Entertainment immediately became subdued, and those who were singing hastened to stop.

"Old Wu? I saw you were shooting and didn’t want to disturb you because I was worried it would be too tiring for you," President Li stood up and began to introduce him to Director Zhang, "Wu Wei, the most senior and highest-ranked actor in our company, a real tough guy who doesn’t need a stunt double even for the most dangerous scenes."

"I’ve heard of him, maybe we can work together in the future." Director Zhang wasn’t very interested in Wu Wei, as he knew many action stars and with the intense competition in the film industry, those action stars outdid each other in building their image of not needing stunt doubles.

"Nice to meet you, Director Zhang," Wu Wei greeted first, then turned to look at Han Fei and Xia Yilan sitting together.

After licking his teeth, Wu Wei took a seat on the other side of Xia Yilan; he tried to strike up a conversation with her but Xia Yilan’s attention was all on Han Fei.

Han Fei also didn’t care how the atmosphere here would turn out, his mind was solely on dominating the Plastic Surgery Hospital and unifying the Deep World, so he kept discussing topics related to plastic surgery with Xia Yilan.

Once or twice was fine, but as time passed, the veins on Wu Wei’s hand clutching the glass began to bulge.

He suddenly filled two glasses in front of him with white liquor, then grabbed one and interrupted Han Fei and Xia Yilan’s conversation, "Brother, I heard you jumped down from a four-story building in ’Mystery Novelist’ and landed precisely on a safety net?"

Han Fei did not feel it was something to boast about and just nodded.

"Many of our professional stunt actors wouldn’t dare to try that lightly. How could you, a horror film actor, do it without a stunt double?" Wu Wei’s tone carried a hint of disbelief, but his face was still smiling; he placed the brimming glass of white liquor in front of Han Fei, "Come on, let’s have a toast together."

Han Fei glanced at the glass of white liquor and shook his head directly; he still had to play games later that night and needed to keep a clear mind, "I have something tonight and can’t drink."

Wu Wei totally didn’t expect to be so bluntly rejected, especially considering Han Fei was just a newcomer who suddenly rose to fame. Including the yet-to-be-released ’Mystery Novelist’, he only had two works to his name.

So arrogant?

"If you’re driving, the hotel can arrange a designated driver for you," Wu Wei maintained his composure with difficulty, still saying in a half-joking tone, "It’s just a glass of white liquor, you wouldn’t refuse to give me that bit of face, would you?"

Wu Wei spoke with a martial artist’s typical boldness, but in reality, he was a small-minded person.

Originally, he was the hottest actor in Star Map Entertainment and the company had planned to promote him fully this year. Then suddenly, the leadership decided to dig up a newcomer and allowed that newcomer to star in the movie planned for the latter half of the year; the mere thought made him fume.

The singing had stopped, and those young actors all covertly glanced at the main table.

Wu Wei stood beside his seat, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

President Li hadn’t expected such a situation, and Director Zhang beside him quickly gave Bai Xian a look, hoping he would smooth things over for Han Fei. But before Bai Xian could speak, Han Fei casually said, "Do I know you? Why should I give you face?"

Han Fei had just gained Xia Yilan’s trust and was about to pry out the name of the sanatorium she was most satisfied with when Wu Wei suddenly stood up to offer a toast, which annoyed Han Fei.

"Kid, you shouldn’t get so cocky just because you’ve achieved a little," Wu Wei was already seething with anger, and Han Fei’s lack of deference provided the perfect opportunity for him to vent, "I can tell Director Zhang appreciates you. He brags about your professionalism everywhere, even saying stuff like how you jumped from the fourth floor to a tree and successfully landed in a safety net. Such stunts might impress laymen, but remember, I come from a background in action acting." Wu Wei continued, "You’ve had good luck in winning Zhang’s favor, but to constantly hype up that luck as if it’s your skill is quite disgusting."

After letting Wu Wei finish, Han Fei glanced at his watch; it was time for him to go back to gaming.

"Some people always attribute what others can do to luck," Han Fei said as he fastened the buttons of his coat. "I can’t prove it by jumping off a building right now, so how about this?"

He extended his hand towards Wu Wei, "I haven’t drunk your toast, which indeed is somewhat impolite. Now, as I shake your hand as a peace offering, we can also test our grip strength at the same time. You can use all your force until you are no longer upset."

Looking at the hand Han Fei extended, Wu Wei had no intention of shaking hands with Han Fei so easily.

"You’re a martial arts action actor, and I’m a comedy actor—surely you’re not scared?" Han Fei wore a simple smile on his face, the same kind of warm smile he would show before slaying ghosts in the Deep World.

"Both of you, calm down. It’s just a drink, isn’t it? I’ll drink it for you," Bai Xian picked up the glass of white liquor intended for Han Fei. He was more nervous than anyone else in the room because he had seen how Han Fei fights; he wasn’t worried about Han Fei being bullied, he was afraid Han Fei would accidentally knock Wu Wei unconscious.

"Young people still need to be taught a lesson. That’s how they can go further," Wu Wei didn’t wait for Bai Xian to drink, he grabbed Han Fei’s hand, fearing any delay might allow someone to intervene.

After speaking, his arm’s veins suddenly bulged as he fiercely exerted strength, seemingly intending to crush Han Fei’s hand completely.

Clenching his teeth and using all his strength, Wu Wei looked at Han Fei with excitement in his eyes, but Han Fei still wore an innocent smile, without a single furrow in his brow.

The excitement in Wu Wei’s eyes slowly turned to unease; he had used all his strength and now wanted to withdraw his hand, but at that moment, he suddenly discovered he couldn’t pull his hand back at all.

"Generally, the better the relationship, the stronger the handshake. I hope you can forgive my recklessness just now," Han Fei’s fingers tightened instantly, and Wu Wei’s hand deformed almost at the same time, the sound of breaking bones ominously crisp in the private room.

"Let go! Damn it!" A sharp pain shot through him and Wu Wei swung his other hand towards Han Fei’s face, but before it could land, his knee was kicked, and his tall frame knelt on the ground.

"I gave you an opportunity, so why are you so incompetent? You’re an action actor and you can’t even beat me, a comedy actor? Which one of us is really trying to establish a persona here?"

With so many onlookers, Wu Wei clenched his teeth. He was sure Han Fei wouldn’t dare to do anything serious to him. Just as he was about to make some threats, Han Fei spoke again in a lowered voice.

"Do you want your other leg to kneel on the ground, too?"

Following the voice, Wu Wei looked up and felt an intense, suffocating darkness behind Han Fei, something that seemed to oppress him on a personal level.

"The pupil surpasses the master. I didn’t expect today’s youngsters to be so strong. It seems I have no choice but to accept aging," Wu Wei said through the pain, bowing his head.

"I have matters to attend to tonight, so I’ll be leaving now," Han Fei finally released Wu Wei’s hand. "Let’s spar another time."

"Let’s talk after I recuperate," Wu Wei responded with a normal expression but did so while still half-kneeling on the ground, unable to stand up.

Opening the door to the room, Han Fei walked straight out, and Bai Xian took the opportunity to follow him.

"Han Fei, sometimes there’s no need to resort to violence,"

"I know, but I’ve got things to do tonight, no time to dawdle with him," Han Fei thought Bai Xian was indeed a decent person; It was admirable that such a capable, second-tier actor was still so modest.

"What are you up to tonight? Got another case?" For some reason, Bai Xian found himself naturally asking an actor these questions.

"I can’t discuss the details," Han Fei said as he reached the door. "Since we’re already out here, Brother Bai, could you give me a lift on your way?"

Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, Bai Xian shivered; he instinctively gripped his cellphone tighter: "Damn, I left my wallet in the private room."

Bai Xian hurried back after speaking, while Han Fei looked at Bai Xian’s bulging trouser pocket, which perfectly outlined the shape of an upscale wallet.

"Is this what you call social niceties?"

Han Fei knew Bai Xian was somewhat afraid, but sometimes, after experiencing certain things several times, one might not be so fearful anymore.

"Brother Huang Ying initially resisted a lot, but he not only healed his own psychological issues, he also became the top player. That’s how people are; as long as they’re willing to change and not get scared to death, they’re bound to make progress,"

Recalling Huang Ying, Han Fei was quite moved; he went to an empty corner and dialed the other person’s number.

A busy tone beeped, and soon Huang Ying answered the call.

"Brother Huang, have there been any bizarre player deaths in ’Perfect Life’ recently? Someone seems to have gone in last night again."

"I was just about to talk to you about this." From Huang Ying’s end came the sound of machinery at work, and not long after, Han Fei received a neatly organized video folder: "After you hang up, take a look right away; that video file will self-destruct in ten minutes."

"Is there a problem?"

"The black night where you are seems to be calling out to the players of the Shallow World. Last night, the Inevitable Truth website had two teams of players enter the Lost Paradise maze at 4:44 in the morning, and they haven’t come out until now."

"Lost Paradise?"

"It’s the Paradise that ’Perfect Life’ has prepared specially for those who enjoy thrills. It’s filled with all sorts of horror, grotesque, and bloody elements. To enter Lost Paradise, identity verification is required; you must be physically healthy and have a mental threshold above ten, and you must be over eighteen years old," Huang Ying explained for quite a while. His words made Han Fei think of the Paradise next to the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

"So, did you guys go into the maze to look for them afterward?"

"The maze is a special building within Lost Paradise, and one needs to meet even more stringent requirements to enter. The players who got trapped inside are all above level ten; they’re considered some of the most elite players at this stage. I’ve put their information in that video file I just sent you," Huang Ying has several identities in the Shallow World and has infiltrated the management layers of several organizations.

"All above level ten?" Han Fei nodded, "That’s not too bad, then. Ordinary grudges probably won’t be able to handle them."

"Big brother, how can you tell they can deal with grudges?"

"By the time I was level ten, I’d already become a Building Chief. With so many of them together, there shouldn’t be much of a problem."