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 cars' throttles and a plu of exhaust, the line of cars shivered slightly, looking poised to launch.

"Three—"

"Two—"

"One—"

The instruction in the earpieces ca 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 cara 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 cara crane had already begun tracking their positions, slowly lowering as it moved to the important shooting point prepared next.

At the sa ti, the distant cara 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.

Movens' voice ca through the earpiece, "Xiao, ready?"

"Ready!"

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

"Skreee—"

Tires scraped the pavent 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 imdiately 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 couldn't notice the subtle letting-up; to them, it looked like the protagonist Movens' car had executed an extrely 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 everyone's 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 everyone's hearts—

A golden mory for a generation!

"Co on, Anniver!"

A fan couldn't help screaming like a genuine Anniver devotee.

Photographers who had co along to shoot the spectacle captured the mont 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 ti, his fingers unconsciously flipping back to the photo he had just taken.

In the picture, the protagonist's blue car was so suave and handso that its rear even dragged a blue afterimage because of the speed, while to the blue car's 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 everyone's eyes and made them want to guess the race's outco—who won between the two cars in the photo?

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

Perhaps the answer was already hidden in the photo.

The mont the "newcor" was overtaken by the protagonist, the champion's 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 couldn't imagine just how enthusiastic they would have been!

At that mont, the tow truck team arrived.

Of course, these weren't traffic police tow trucks but the crew's special composite tow trucks.

After filming real driving footage on site, they still needed close-ups of the car interiors, and that's 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 doesn't actually drive, while the cara 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 He's crew to have fild a real racing segnt like this was already a dangerous operation built on having all team mbers 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 ti?

Besides, because this was racing, watching from outside isn't comprehensive; cars flash by in a few seconds. Outsiders likely couldn't capture footage or photos as high-definition or as detailed as the crew's, nor would they spoil the plot. So even if the audience fild and shared today's clips, it wouldn't affect the important plot points of Fast Speed Shadow 7.

—What, you say everyone now knows Anniver won?

Seriously, isn't that obvious?

Final installnt, final battle, final outco—do you think the protagonist would lose?

Of course, if so director really wanted to ruin the finale, that's 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 helt, and waved to the surrounding crowd.

Other actors ca over as well, holding their helts and thanking everyone.

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

Xiao He wasn't as famous as those actors, so after taking off his helt he hesitated for a mont and didn't imdiately join them.

But then he suddenly heard soone behind him shout in Chinese, a raw, heart-rending yell that pierced the surrounding noise and burst into his ears: "Brother Xiao, you're the best!!! We'll always support you!!"

Xiao He turned, astonished, and saw a line of Asian faces—n and won—waving their phones enthusiastically in his direction, and alongside them another group of young foreign n and won holding Xiao He's signs, who seed to be his foreign fans.

He couldn't 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!