Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 441: Speed and Passion—The Cheers Belong to Everyone!

With the roar of the sports carsʼ throttles and a plume of exhaust, the line of cars shivered slightly, looking poised to launch.

”Three—”

”Two—”

”One—”

The instruction in the earpieces came through, and almost before the other cars could react, the orange Pagani shot forward in an instant and surged to the front, with Movens responding quickly and tailing that car closely.

”Swish, swish—”

The other cars that would appear on camera also sped off, but their pace was clearly inferior to the two leading cars.

This stretch of road spanned an entire neighborhood and extended to the intersection ahead, which was their main filming spot. A huge camera crane had already begun tracking their positions, slowly lowering as it moved to the important shooting point prepared next.

At the same time, the distant camera car started up, the cinematographer on its roof operating the turret-like rig and keeping a tight lock on the car behind Xiao He.

Xiao He glanced at the rearview and downshifted.
Movensʼ voice came through the earpiece, ”Xiao, ready?”

”Ready!”

The next moment, both cars entered the center of the intersection—

”Skreee—”

Tires scraped the pavement with a piercing sound. People standing a bit closer instinctively covered their ears, feeling their teeth ache.

They then saw the orange Pagani that had been leading drag long brake lines across the road and ”just right” leave a gap at the left-hand turn, and sure enough, the car immediately behind the Pagani swung its tail in a sharp turn, seized the chance, stabilized at even higher speed, and in one swift motion overtook the Pagani to surge to the front!

”Woohoo!”

Most people couldnʼt notice the subtle letting-up; to them, it looked like the protagonist Movensʼ car had executed an extremely cunning overtake at a razor angle and leapt far ahead!

That brought an eruption of cheers across the skies.

Even though they knew the crew was filming on site, seeing the protagonist Anniver actually overtake the lead and claim first place blurred the line between reality and cinema.

It felt as if they were truly witnessing Anniver, the ace driver who had once left the team in decline, returning to the track, reclaiming his peak in front of everyoneʼs eyes and proving his skill!

That was Anniver! The unchanging lead of the Fast Speed Shadow series, the ageless male lead who had accompanied fans for nearly twenty years, the classic racer in everyoneʼs hearts—

A golden memory for a generation!

”Come on, Anniver!”

A fan couldnʼt help screaming like a genuine Anniver devotee.

Photographers who had come along to shoot the spectacle captured the moment to ensure no detail was missed.

The instant those two cars swapped positions in front of his lens, the photographer had a hunch he was witnessing a legendary shot.

—Until his view was filled only with streaks of passing cars, the photographer stayed dazed for a long time, his fingers unconsciously flipping back to the photo he had just taken.

In the picture, the protagonistʼs blue car was so suave and handsome that its rear even dragged a blue afterimage because of the speed, while to the blue carʼs rear side the orange car refused to be outdone, clinging closely.

That speed and passion, that hot-blooded swagger, was deeply engraved in the photo, filling it with an irresistible tension that drew everyoneʼs eyes and made them want to guess the raceʼs outcome—who won between the two cars in the photo?

Was it the veteran Anniver, still sharp as ever, or the up-and-coming newcomer?

Perhaps the answer was already hidden in the photo.

The moment the ”newcomer” was overtaken by the protagonist, the championʼs halo had already been ripped from him.

The final victory belonged only to Anniver!

”Shush, shush—”

The team cars swept past one by one, thundering down the street, but the most dazzling naturally belonged to the leading protagonist. When the cars arranged by the script successfully crossed the finish line, everyone erupted into unprecedented screams!

Xiao He decelerated early, crossed the finish line half a car-length behind, then, like Movens, slowly pulled over to the curb.

Only when he opened the door and stepped out did Xiao He realize just how exaggeratedly lively it was outside.

If not for the security personnel forming a dense line that kept excited fans at a distance, Xiao He couldnʼt imagine just how enthusiastic they would have been!

At that moment, the tow truck team arrived.

Of course, these werenʼt traffic police tow trucks but the crewʼs special composite tow trucks.

After filming real driving footage on site, they still needed close-ups of the car interiors, and thatʼs when tow trucks are used.

In such situations, actors usually drive modified prop cars mounted on another low-chassis composite tow truck. The tow truck provides motion so the actor doesnʼt actually drive, while the camera team films from a platform in front of the prop car.

This kind of setup is common in urban dramas and considered routine—nothing surprising. For Xiao Heʼs crew to have filmed a real racing segment like this was already a dangerous operation built on having all team members be capable drivers.

But seeing the current level of buzz outside, Xiao He knew the crew had definitely scored big.

What promotion could beat on-site spectators and footage of iconic scenes recorded in real time?

Besides, because this was racing, watching from outside isnʼt comprehensive; cars flash by in a few seconds. Outsiders likely couldnʼt capture footage or photos as high-definition or as detailed as the crewʼs, nor would they spoil the plot. So even if the audience filmed and shared todayʼs clips, it wouldnʼt affect the important plot points of Fast Speed Shadow 7.

—What, you say everyone now knows Anniver won?

Seriously, isnʼt that obvious?

Final installment, final battle, final outcome—do you think the protagonist would lose?

Of course, if some director really wanted to ruin the finale, thatʼs another story.

At least Director Tannis here was obviously a normal person, a sane director.

As Xiao He stepped out of the car, Movens also climbed down, removed his helmet, and waved to the surrounding crowd.

Other actors came over as well, holding their helmets and thanking everyone.

The scene instantly erupted; the crazed fans could only answer with cheers.

Xiao He wasnʼt as famous as those actors, so after taking off his helmet he hesitated for a moment and didnʼt immediately join them.

But then he suddenly heard someone behind him shout in Chinese, a raw, heart-rending yell that pierced the surrounding noise and burst into his ears: ”Brother Xiao, youʼre the best!!! Weʼll always support you!!”

Xiao He turned, astonished, and saw a line of Asian faces—men and women—waving their phones enthusiastically in his direction, and alongside them another group of young foreign men and women holding Xiao Heʼs signs, who seemed to be his foreign fans.

He couldnʼt help laughing, and all nervousness vanished. He raised his hand and waved back, confident and flamboyant.

Sure enough, cheers for Xiao He rose up with his gesture!