I earn merit in the entertainment industry

When He Changhua saw Zhan Haiyang's eyes wandering and his expression ugly, he thought he was finally scared.

He continued shouting: "What's wrong? Do you think I'm blind?"

"Didn't you sit next to Zhishan at dinner last time?"

"And in the opening photo of your "The Legend of Lusha", you were also standing next to Zhou Zhishan."

"Even the photos and videos released by your crew's official account contain many shots of you in the same frame."

What's wrong, don't these count as evidence?

He Changhua smiled coldly. He and Chen Zaikun had talked a lot these days.

I already know how things work in the entertainment industry.

Things that don't exist at all can still be blamed on you.

This is all a matter of pictures, so we can’t even compile 30 episodes!

"If these photos are posted, let's see who believes you two are innocent."

"You go back and tell Zhou Zhishan that she will take the initiative to beg me within three days."

Zhan Haiyang felt that this man was really hopelessly crazy.

Without answering, he walked straight towards He Changhua.

He Changhua thought he was scared.

He came over to beg him to let him go, smiling triumphantly.

As expected, you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. Why didn’t you take the initiative to admit your mistake earlier?

"Haha, whatever you say now - ah, ah ah!"

Zhan Haiyang walked to He Changhua, but his steps still showed no sign of stopping.

He quickly took action with a calm expression, grabbed He Changhua's collar, and strangled him until he could not speak.

He Changhua's ability to coax Zhou Zhishan into his hand was inseparable from his handsome appearance.

Not to mention his handsome features, he is also a tall man of over 1.8 meters.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhan Haiyang picked him up like a chicken.

Only the toes of both feet were left, sliding randomly on the ground.

He Changhua's neck was tightly strangled by his collar. He was constantly experiencing burning pain and could hardly breathe.

He struggled, trying to open Zhan Haiyang's hand.

That big hand was like an iron plier, stuck on his collar, motionless.

When he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the young man's emotionless black eyes, and his heart sank suddenly.

Although this Zhan Haiyang doesn't look strong, he is completely different from other male artists who rely on dieting to lose weight to maintain their photogenic image.

He was careless.

He shouldn't have come to the door alone.

He Changhua pretended to be calm.

He bluffed out a sentence: "Zhan Haiyang, you still want to hit someone? Are you afraid that I will call the police!"

Seeing that this person was like this, Zhan Haiyang still didn't forget to threaten people, and he grinned his white teeth without a smile.

He lowered his voice, "Are you going to call the police and turn yourself in to spy on a male artist changing his clothes?"

"Do you want me to take out your cell phone for you?"

As Zhan Haiyang spoke, he reached out and pressed He Changhua's shoulder.

After hearing what he said, He Changhua became furious.

Just as he was about to refute, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his shoulder joint.

"what!"

He Changhua couldn't restrain himself and let out a scream like a slaughtering pig.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart was full of fear.

What did Zhan Haiyang do to him?

It couldn't be that he broke his bones, why is it so painful!

Immediately afterwards, He Changhua felt the restraint on his neck loosen.

A rush of oxygen rushed into his lungs.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his knees felt weak and he slid to the floor.

He Changhua looked up in horror.

Meet Zhan Haiyang's gaze.

Zhan Haiyang was looking at his other arm thoughtfully!

That look seemed to be considering whether to break his other hand.

What kind of gangster lunatic is this!

He Changhua was filled with panic and his voice was trembling, "You, you, you, what else do you want to do!"

He wanted to continue threatening Zhan Haiyang, but was afraid of angering him.

At this time, Zhan Haiyang leaned down and curled his lips.

The young man smiled sincerely.

"Mr. He, what a coincidence. Not only do you dislike reasoning, but I also don't like reasoning."

"If you dare-"

Zhan Haiyang's words were suddenly interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

Zhan Haiyang looked over with some displeasure, he hadn't finished teaching him yet.

Seeing his expression, He Changhua's eyes suddenly lit up, and he also looked in the direction of the locker room door.

No matter who comes, Zhan Haiyang can't beat him in front of others anymore.

When he leaves here, he will call the police immediately!

He wants to go to the hospital to check his injuries, and he wants to sue Zhan Haiyang until his reputation is ruined!

Zhan Haiyang was still considering whether to remain silent and pretend that no one was in the locker room.

Then I heard Zhou Jingyun's anxious voice coming from outside the door.

"Yangyang, open the door quickly, are you okay?"

Zhan Haiyang was stunned.

Wasn't Zhou Jingyun still talking to the instructor just now? Why did he come over so quickly?

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at He Changhua.

Just in time to see the surprise on He Changhua's face, it froze instantly.

It's actually Zhou Jingyun, why is this living king of hell here again!

If the two of them join forces, won't he have no way to seek help?

Zhan Haiyang sighed, there is a difference between beating someone in private and beating someone in front of their boyfriend (boss).

In He Changhua's frightened eyes, Zhan Haiyang quickly stretched out his hand.

Before He Changhua had time to react, he grabbed the painful hand that was so weak that he couldn't lift it at all.

He Changhua could no longer care about his face and shouted, "Zhou Jingyun, it's me!"

"Come and save me, Zhan Haiyang wants to beat me to death!"

However, before he could finish shouting, another sharp pain came from the joints of his arms.

He almost bit his tongue.

Zhan Haiyang was angry and funny after hearing this, and slapped him on the back of the head.

This scumbag was scared out of his wits just because one of his arms was removed.

Why are you following others in stalking and threatening?

"Where did I hit you?"

This is a secret technique he learned from his teammates in his previous life. He specializes in hitting people's joints and vital points.

The pain was excruciating, but no injury could be detected.

It is most suitable to use it to deal with unreasonable scumbags like He Changhua.

The knocking on the door stopped suddenly.

Zhan Haiyang straightened up, glanced at He Changhua disdainfully, turned around and walked to open the door.

He Changhua looked at his back with trepidation.

Only then did he realize that the severe pain in his arm just now was gradually disappearing.

He quickly tried to move his hands.

I found that my hand, which could not move at all just now, could be raised again.

The door to the locker room was opened, and Zhou Jingyun stood outside with a frown.

His eyes fell on Zhan Haiyang, making sure that everything looked normal and his expression was calm.

Then he looked over his shoulder and looked at He Changhua, who was still slumped on the ground without any image.

He Changhua looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

He was covering one of his arms, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with uncertainty.

He Changhua used to look down on this marginalized cousin of the Zhou family.

You can't even get into your own company, and you have to go far away to City A to start from scratch. At first glance, you won't be taken seriously.

At this moment, it was like seeing a savior.