Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 449: The Cannes Red Carpet Scene — A Dazzling Debut

Soon, the Cannes Film Festival opening ceremony arrived as scheduled.

In front of the Palais des Festivals, the crowd was as dense as a woven fabric.

The Palais des Festivals is an elegant white building located on the Cannes Boulevard de la Croisette, blending modern and French architectural styles. Its roof features conical structures on both sides. In front of the building lies the famous Walk of Fa, and the surrounding area is encircled by palm trees. Inside, it houses 25 cinemas and screening rooms, eting the various needs for film screenings, award ceremonies, and other events. It serves as the dedicated convention and exhibition venue for the Cannes Film Festival.

The Cannes red carpet, widely known to the public, is laid out on the 24 steps in front of the Palais des Festivals, extending all the way down to the plaza at the lowest level. The entire path is lined with barriers and on-site security personnel, surrounded by journalists and dia professionals from all over the globe. They hold their caras at the ready, their lenses constantly focused on the center of the red carpet.

Luxury cars arrive one after another from the far end of the red carpet.

At this mont, the sky has gradually darkened, yet the dazzling spotlights pierce through the twilight, transforming the slightly dimming world into a glittering arena of fa and fortune.

The sea breeze carries the scent of perfu mixed with the briny tang of the coast, yet it does nothing to dampen the crowd's enthusiasm.

Celebrities from various fields, dressed in splendid attire, make their appearances one after another. The surrounding shutter clicks are as dense as a tidal wave, almost flashing the entire area into daylight.

Right then, the production team of "No Bait," predominantly featuring Eastern faces, finally makes a dazzling entrance.

As the spotlights once again slice through the night, a slender leg extends from a car. A pair of black patent leather shoes with red soles steps firmly onto the red carpet.

The surrounding shutter sounds abruptly pause for a half-beat.

So caras involuntarily swing in that direction—

A young man draped in a black overcoat walks onto the red carpet with elegant and composed grace.

The mid-length black overcoat, reaching only to mid-thigh, accentuates his already tall and slender fra, making him appear even more imposing. Gently stirred by the evening breeze, the hem of the overcoat sways slightly, revealing the sharp lines of the straight suit trousers beneath. This subtle movent adds a touch of lightness to the garnt's structured and restrained form, resembling a cloak draped over his shoulders—dark and mysterious.

Beneath the overcoat is a very legitimate white shirt paired with a black vest. A black bow tie is restrained, almost hidden beneath the black suit vest. As the young man moves, the entirely black ebony cane in his hand accentuates the dangerous aura surrounding him. The jade ring on his left ring finger, under the flashes of surrounding caras, emits an almost piercing, cold gleam.

At that mont, soone gasps sharply.

Their breathlessness seems to catch the young man's attention. Those narrow, deep-set eyes casually turn towards the caras.

The eyes hold no particular emotion, even seeming veiled by a layer of frost, revealing only the indifference of soone scrutinizing prey. The young man's nose bridge is high and straight, his jawline sharply defined. His thin lips are pressed tightly together without the slightest curve, his entire being radiating a dangerous, hostile aura that warns others to keep their distance, coupled with the arrogant, lofty pride of a villainous boss.

This is no red carpet star; this is clearly a Shanghai Bund boss from a bygone era, forcibly crashing through the obscure silence of his ti and intruding into the Western star-studded arena of fa and fortune.

He lacks the restraint and scholarly grace of the East, nor does he deign to engage in hypocritical social niceties with others present. His existence is dazzling and audacious. From the mont he appears, he has forcefully announced his arrival—

From this point on, no one at the scene dares to ignore his sharp, unbridled edge!

"That person is here again, riding on the red carpet's coattails."

An entertainnt journalist snapped a few photos of the woman posing and preening over there, then couldn't help but roast to the intern beside him.

This was the intern's first ti participating in such an important event for photography. Her gaze hadn't stopped moving, nervously fixed on the situation over on the red carpet. Even upon hearing her senior's roast, she didn't look away, rely asking compliantly, "Who is that?"

"A dostic internet celebrity, reportedly with tens of millions of followers. She markets herself online as a wealthy young lady. Basically, she cos here every year to walk this path once, desperately trying to ride on the coattails of Hollywood superstars in the cara shots. It's really an embarrassnt for our country."

As the entertainnt journalist spoke, he noticed that the internet celebrity seed to have spotted them. She actually stopped once again and began enthusiastically waving in their direction, as if she were very familiar with everyone.

But in reality, no one paid her any mind. The intern even overheard an Arican entertainnt journalist nearby mutter a curse under their breath, the words full of discrimination.

She felt ashad herself.

Finally, the internet celebrity was successfully ushered away by the security personnel nearby, and the atmosphere at the scene returned to harmony.

The entertainnt journalist imdiately snapped a photo of this scene, then rolled his eyes at the cara album. "Well, at least we have material for a trending topic now."

Every year, there are a few people who forcefully try to ride on, to ride on the coattails of the red carpet. Who knows what their ntality is. Everyone present has eyes; do they really think people are blind and can't see through their little sches?

Every year, there are a few people who forcefully try to ride on the coattails of the red carpet. Who knows what their ntality is. Everyone present has eyes; do they really think people are blind and can't see through their little sches?

The entertainnt journalist imdiately reflexively swung his cara to focus on that direction. Even in his peripheral vision, he caught the Arican entertainnt journalist nearby also raising their cara, aiming it intently at the sa spot.

In the viewfinder, Xiao He, resembling a Shanghai Bund gangster boss, walked towards the crowd with deliberate slowness amidst the constantly flashing lights around him.

At that mont, the other mbers of his production team behind him no longer mattered.

Everyone was utterly stunned by the cold, nacing aura radiating from Xiao He. They couldn't look away. Their sowhat blank minds were left only with the chanical action of pressing the shutter.

It felt as if the whole world had quieted down.

In everyone's ears, they could faintly hear the sound of the young man's leather shoes stepping on the ground, and the crisp tap of the cane striking the floor.

He paused nonchalantly for a mont at the central photography spot, then slightly raised the cane in his hand. He unhurriedly toyed with it in his palm, like a dangerous hunter inspecting his weapon.

The surrounding cara flashes beca even more frantic.

Even the other people nearby automatically gave him a wide berth, as if avoiding danger, or perhaps avoiding the dazzling star power emanating from this young man that was impossible to conceal.

And the instigator of all this rely surveyed his surroundings with an air of detached calm, seemingly evaluating sothing in his mind. Then, he slightly lifted the corners of his lips, revealing a ticulously crafted, utterly bored fake smile that sent chills down people's spines.

The next mont, the young man turned around and formally ascended the steps. The overcoat on his shoulders swayed gently, revealing his broad, slender back.

Under the slightly regretful gazes of the crowd, that figure completely disappeared through the main entrance of the Palais des Festivals.

The entertainnt journalist lowered his cara, voicing the sentint of many: "He left too quickly."

Even though his pace had been composed and slow, giving everyone ample ti to shoot, looking at the dazzling star in their cara lenses, they still felt that no amount of photos could capture the radiant halo of the person in reality.

Just like the man himself: he arrived in the Western world with low-key deanor, standing apart from others, yet ultimately leaving behind a dazzling mark before gracefully returning to his own world.

The Arican entertainnt journalist nearby, for once, didn't utter any discriminatory slurs against Chinese people. Instead, they murmured to themselves, "Who is he?"

This was the unspoken question in the hearts of many entertainnt journalists from other countries.

Only the intern straightened her back and said proudly and loudly, "His na is Xiao He! He is an outstanding actor from China!"