Chapter 43 - 43 43 His gaze was too frightening

43: Chapter 43 His gaze was too frightening 43: Chapter 43 His gaze was too frightening Several family members of the victims looked at Han Fei standing in the pool of blood, and they too calmed down. Ten years of waiting, it was very long, yet also very brief. What was lengthy was the time, as the victims’ families were slowly aging, their physical strength and energy greatly diminished. They began to worry that if they departed this Earth, there would be no one left to seek out the real murderer and avenge their loved ones. What remained brief was still the time, as these mere ten years were not enough to make them forget the pain of losing family members, such that a mere recollection would wake them in the night. “Alright, I believe you,” Wei Youfu’s father was the first to step forward, “Whether you’re trying to comfort us or it comes from the heart, at least I know you are indeed also pursuing the true culprit.” The old gentleman had seen Han Fei at his home once; that time, Han Fei had gone to investigate with Li Xue. He did not say much more, only patting Han Fei on the shoulder, “Be careful.” The other victims’ family members also put down their banners and slowly left the filming set. Only after they had all left did Jiang Yi hurriedly run over to Han Fei’s side, “Are you okay? Does your back still hurt? Props department! Come over and change Han Fei’s clothes quickly!” “It’s nothing,” Han Fei did not care about the blood plasma covering him; he had experienced much more terrifying things than this. “I’m sorry you had to suffer through this, we didn’t expect it to turn out this way.” “Director Jiang, whether I suffer is beside the point, but there’s something I must tell you,” Han Fei turned his head to glance at Acheng who had just climbed up from the ground, “This film can’t be shot this way. If you insist on it, I won’t just exit, but I will also help the victims’ families to boycott it.” As soon as Han Fei’s words came out, the surrounding crew members were surprised; they all considered Han Fei one of their own and thought he was just speaking in the heat of the moment. “Are you serious? I thought you were just comforting them,” Jiang Yi said as he got new clothes from the props department, wanting to hand them to Han Fei, but Han Fei did not reach out to take them. “At Xinhu Film and Television Institute you taught me, I should call you teacher, but Teacher, is the film you’re making now really the film you want to make?” “You may not have reached my age, so you don’t have the same feelings yet; sometimes, a person has to learn to compromise,” Jiang Yi sensed something was off in Han Fei’s tone, “You’re not really going to quit over this, are you?” “I used to care a lot about acting, but now I’ve realized there are many things more important than acting,” Han Fei took off his coat covered in blood plasma, “I suggest you wait until the case is solved before filming. If you insist on forcing it, even if it’s made, it will be a flop.” “Hey! What do you know?” Acheng got up from the ground, increasingly angry after communicating with his agent, “I thought you were some big shot, but it turns out you’re just an eighteenth-tier extra?” “I’m not a big shot, nor an extra; I am an actor,” Han Fei calmly looked at Acheng. “Do you have any works? Do you have any TV programs? Name one so I can go learn something from it,” Acheng said, not daring to meet Han Fei’s gaze as he shifted his eyes away disdainfully. “We are all on the same side here, let’s not fight amongst ourselves,” Jiang Yi tried to mediate. “Who is on the same side as him? A walk-on feels superior now? Didn’t he just say he wanted to leave? Then let him leave, does he really think the Earth revolves around him?” Acheng was the type to hold grudges. Even though what Han Fei had said about his acting being trash was the truth, the truth often hurts the most. “You should talk less! If it weren’t for Han Fei standing in front, that bucket of blood would have hit the victim’s family directly! That would have definitely affected our show, and your company would probably have to spend a lot of money on PR,” Jiang Yi understood the industry well, and because he understood, he was reluctant to let Han Fei leave, as Han Fei was the best actor in the production. After scolding Acheng, Director Jiang moved to Han Fei’s side: “The case has been dragging on for ten years without catching the killer, who knows how long it will take to solve the case. I can wait, but what about the company investing in our show? The crew of over a hundred mouths are all waiting to be fed. Han Fei, be realistic.” “The guy is a lunatic, so immersed in acting, he really takes himself for the victim’s family’s son!” Acheng was extremely dissatisfied with Han Fei: “He even said that if the script isn’t modified, he would join the victim’s family in protesting? Do you have any relation to this case? Are you crazy?” “Whether I have a relation to this case or not, you will find out soon enough,” Han Fei swept a glance at Acheng hiding in the crowd, his look was like gazing at a corpse, which made Acheng shiver. “You have a relation to this case?” Acheng, recalling Han Fei’s previous look, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: “Could it be that you are the fugitive killer, the one who killed seven people?” “Han Fei, I still hope you can help me finish this film. We can modify some parts of the screenplay based on the requests of the victim’s family,” Jiang Yi ignored Acheng completely. He too was not fond of Acheng, but could not replace him because Acheng’s company had made an investment. “You’re heading in the completely wrong direction with this. If you keep filming like this, it’s destined to be a terrible film,” Han Fei changed out of his blood-stained coat: “Director Jiang, you gave me an opportunity when I had no roles, so I genuinely hope our show can be a hit rather than bear the stigma. In some time, there will be a breakthrough in the case, and then you can give this film a perfect ending, and also give an explanation to the deceased.” “A walk-on like you, where do you get the courage to direct others? You’re just a small screw in this production. If you don’t learn to be humble, you’ll never make it to the top,” Acheng’s agent stepped forward, looking after him tenderly and then turning to Han Fei with vitriol. “Enough!” Director Jiang raised his voice, already quite agitated. “Jiang Yi, I know he was your student, but do you have to treat us so differently?” Acheng harbored a deep grudge: “Don’t forget, I’m the protagonist of this drama. You can do without anyone, but without the protagonist, you can’t shoot anything.” After speaking, he motioned to his agent, “Let’s go.” Acheng left the filming site, not so much leaving early as feeling a bit scared of Han Fei, not wanting to stay there any longer. Once they were out of the apartment building, the agent hurriedly grabbed Acheng, looking worried, “Acheng, we’re just leaving like this, isn’t that bad?” “Don’t worry, I’m just going to hang them out to dry for a few days. When they realize they can’t do without me, they’ll naturally come to find me. Then I can make some additional demands and reluctantly agree,” Acheng’s face showed a vicious expression: “As for that dead walk-on, I have to find a way to squeeze him out, thinking he’s all that.” Listening to Acheng, the agent felt a twinge of disquiet: “Acheng, but what if they don’t come looking for you?”