The reason Zhang Guangmu said this was because he knew that there was a high probability that he would not be killed directly before he was tortured to find out Chu Fan's whereabouts.
But as soon as these words were spoken, the little white ball representing the audience flashed crazily.
"Fuck! This young man's subconscious... is invincible!"
"I feel like one of the 500 classic shots of the year has appeared - do you want to die, or do you want to live? Want to die!"
"My scalp is numb and I have goosebumps all over this drama!"
"A guy who is not even afraid of death is already scary in himself."
"But I'm uneducated, so I can go all over the world with just one word!"
"Oh my god! What's going on with this guy? Are there really people in the world who are not afraid of death?"
"It's just words. Who can't force his words? After a severe beating, his true colors will be revealed immediately. Believe it or not!"
"The knee, punch, and elbow he just gave me feel so familiar! It should be the "Imperial Training Technique", right? When I was in school, I practiced this during class!"
"You're just playing for fun. It's been practiced to the core and it's become instinctive in the body. It's not the same thing at all!"
"I declare that Zhang Guangmu is the temporary god of this drama! Who agrees and who opposes?"
"All rise!"
The speeches made by the sand sculpture audience made Zhang Guangmu couldn't help but chuckle.
This mocking laughter was something that Boss Zhao couldn't handle anymore.
Boss Zhao frowned and glared at Zhang Guangmu fiercely: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"
Zhang Guangmu came back to his senses, shook his head, did not respond, just reflected silently.
The acting with a rating of only 1 is indeed not enough.
If you add 2 points, your self-control ability will be stronger, and you won't laugh at critical moments, right?
"What a tough guy."
Boss Zhao frowned and cut Zhang Guangmu's neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious. He murmured: "Kid, I hope you can be as tough as you are now when you are tortured."
"Don't make me look down on you!"
When Zhang Guangmu opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark, gloomy, damp, and claustrophobic prison. His whole body was shackled by handcuffs and feet, and he was imprisoned to death, unable to move at all.
All kinds of horrifying torture instruments were placed on the case soaked in dark red blood in front of him.
Boss Zhao appeared in front of Zhang Guangmu with that familiar bald head.
His calm tone and resolute eyes left no one doubting his determination: "There are two roads before you now."
"The first one is to tell us Chu Fan's whereabouts and we will give you some food."
"The second way, we tortured out Chu Fan's whereabouts, and then died here due to pain and hunger."
Zhang Guangmu smiled and said feebly: "There are only two ways? I don't believe it, I want to give it a try."
Boss Zhao touched the bulging blood vessels on his forehead and suppressed his anger: "I have seen too many people like you who take the hard and don't take the soft."
"Execution!"
"Let's see how tough he will be later!"
Then……
The horrific torture began.
Some of the more kind-hearted people in the audience couldn't bear to continue watching.
"Isn't this a bit too much, director? If there are any sequelae, whose fault is it?"
"It's up to you. I just went to read the script and found that this 'backup plot' has long been registered. In other words... this torture plot is reasonable and legal."
"That's right. If this were not the case, even if there is only one scene for a role like this, it would be impossible for Zhang Guangmu to become a pure newcomer."
"Speaking of which, the dozen or so young actors who participated in "Endless Food Bag" are simply unbearable to watch. There are too many despicable and dirty guys. I guess their character is not that good in reality... Hey! World style
Under the sun, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be!"
"It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. If I throw you into the doomsday wasteland and block the memory of reality, you will be like them!"
"Yes, after all, we are watching a show, but they are trying to survive. They just want to survive. There is no need to stand on the highest moral line and criticize others."
"Zhang Guangmu, betray Chu Fan quickly! You have tried your best! We will not blame you!"
"Hey! Don't hold on! If you don't betray Chu Fan, the plot will not go on!"
"You're pretending to be faint! Why are you so stupid!"
Zhang Guangmu, who was being tortured, was twisted in pain, but he still kept his eyes wide open and tried to stay awake.
Don't pretend to be faint!
I have to hold on!
I won’t betray Chu Fan!
If you sell the protagonist's information to Boss Zhao, you won't have any part in the drama!
If you continue to act according to the script, there will be no benefit. Didn’t you suffer this sin in vain?
What are submerged costs?
The beating I received in this drama was that I had to cover my costs and make them back with profits!
Although he thinks so, Boss Zhao's men are really ruthless and use various torture methods.
Beatings with barbed whips, drops of chili oil on the eyes, pulling out nails, pricking between fingers...
At first, Zhang Guangmu wanted to hold back and maintain his bright and majestic image. However, after being tortured several times, he gradually lost control and his screams gradually changed from suppressed to unbridled.
"Ahhh!"
The screams were heartbreaking and miserable.
If it weren't for leaving too much dark history, Zhang Guangmu felt like he would shed tears right now.
A man never sheds tears easily - this is his last stubbornness!
Fortunately, the audience's speeches were able to divert his attention and temporarily increase his tolerance.
"Pause."
Boss Zhao raised his hand, and the person in charge of the torture immediately stopped the torture method.
The bald man stared at Zhang Guangmu: "Say."
Zhang Guangmu gasped and nodded hard: "Say, of course."
After a while, he took a deep breath, looked at Boss Zhao intently, and mocked: "That's it?"
"Does anyone think that they are good at torture?"
"Is this all you can do?"
The two staff members responsible for the torture to extract confessions looked embarrassed and became furious. They wished they could kill Zhang Guangmu's entire family with one knife.
Boss Zhao frowned: "Go on, be careful, you can maim me, but don't kill me."
So the torture continued.
"Come! Are you afraid? If I, Zhang Guangmu, frown, I won't be considered a good man! Oh my god, it hurts!"
"Be honest and explain quickly!"
"I said! I said...trash, you are the one with the worst quality among this group of people."
"Ahhhhh!"
"Why bother? If you tell me earlier, you won't have to suffer so much."
"Isn't bitter melon delicious? You damn sweetie! Ouch! You are a partisan and against dissidents! Damn despicable villain!"
Boss Zhao couldn't help but stepped forward, pushed the two torturers away, and squatted down.
He looked at Zhang Guangmu seriously, and the expression on his face gradually changed from solemn to unbearable. The unbearable gradually faded away, and there was a hint of imperceptible admiration in his tone: "You are such a good man!"
Although Zhang Guangmu is a bit funny, Boss Zhao does feel a heroic spirit from him.
After pondering for a long time, Boss Zhao stretched out his calloused hands towards Zhang Guangmu and said in an unprecedented serious tone: "Come and be my son!"