The reason why Zhang Guangmu said this was because he knew that he would most likely not be killed directly before he was tortured from Chu Fan's place.

But as soon as these words were said, the little white balls of the audience flashed wildly.

"Damn it! This young man's subconscious is...invincible!"

"I feel that one of the top 500 classic shots of the year has appeared - want to die, or want to live? Want to die!"

"This drama makes my scalp numb and I have goose bumps!"

"The guy who is not afraid of death is already scary."

"How come I'm not educated, I'll go all over the world with just one word!"

"Mom! What's going on with this person? Are there really people in the world who are not afraid of death?"

"Just just talk about it, who can't force his mouth to be stubborn! After being beaten, his true colors will be revealed immediately. Do you believe it?"

"The knee, punch, and elbow just now gave me a very familiar feeling! It should be "Imperial Body Forging Technique", right? I practiced this during class when I was in school!"

"You're just playing, they've practiced to the core and become physical instincts. It's not the same thing!"

"I announced that Zhang Guangmu is the temporary god of this drama! Who agrees and who opposes?"

"Everyone stands up!"

The speeches of the audience of the sand sculpture made Zhang Guangmu couldn't help but chuckle.

This sarcastic laughter can be solved directly by Boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao frowned and stared at Zhang Guangmu with a fierce look: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Zhang Guangmu came to his senses, shook his head, not responding, but was just reflecting silently.

The acting skills of only 1 are not enough.

If you add 2 points, you will have stronger self-control and you will not be laughing at critical moments, right?

"What a hard bone."

Boss Zhao frowned, cut Zhang Guangmu's neck with a knife, knocked him out, and murmured: "Little kid, I hope you can be as tough as you are when you are tortured."

"Don't let me look down on you!"

When Zhang Guangmu opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark, gloomy, wet and claustrophobic prison. He was handcuffed and shackled, locked up and could not move at all.

All kinds of creepy torture instruments were placed on the table soaked in dark red blood stains in front of me.

Boss Zhao appeared in front of Zhang Guangmu with the familiar big bald head.

His tone was quiet and his eyes were firm, making people not doubt his determination at all: "There are two ways in front of you now."

"The first one is to tell us Chu Fan's whereabouts, and we will give you some food."

"On the second road, we tortured Chu Fan's whereabouts, and then died here tragically due to pain and starvation."

Zhang Guangmu smiled and said weakly: "There are only these two paths? I don't believe it, I want to give it a try."

Boss Zhao touched the blood vessels raised on his forehead and suppressed his anger: "I have seen too many people like you who are hard but not soft in my life."

"Punishment!"

"Look at how he's still stubborn!"

Then……

The tragic torture has begun.

Some of the more kind people in the audience couldn't bear to continue watching.

"This is a bit too much, right? Whose is it if there are any sequelae?"

"I just went to read the script and found that this 'alternative plot' has been registered for a long time, which means... this torture plot is reasonable and legal."

"That's right. If this is not the case, even if there is only one scene, it is impossible for Zhang Guangmu to be a pure newcomer."

"After that being said, this group of more than a dozen young actors who participated in "Endless Food Bags" can't bear to look at them. There are too many despicable and dirty guys. I guess their character is not very good in reality... Alas! The world is getting worse and worse, and people's hearts are not old!"

"Stand and speak without any pain in your back. If you throw you into the wasteland world of doomsday, and then block away your real memories, you will be like them!"

"Yes, after all, we are watching the show, but they are trying to survive. They just want to survive. There is no need to blame others on the moral supremacy."

"Zhang Guangmu, betray Chu Fan quickly! You have tried your best! We won't blame you!"

"Hey! Don't hold on! If you don't betray Chu Fan, the plot will not be pushed!"

"Pretending to be stupid! Why are you stupid!"

Zhang Guangmu, who was tortured, was distorted in pain, but he still tried to widen his eyes and tried to stay awake.

I won’t pretend to be stupid!

I have to hold on!

I won’t betray Chu Fan!

I will sell the protagonist’s information to Boss Zhao, and I will have no scenes!

If you continue to perform according to the script, there is no benefit. Isn’t this sin in vain?

What is flooding cost?

The beats I have been beaten in this drama are to overwhelm the cost, and I have to pay back the cost and make money back!

Although I thought so, Boss Zhao’s subordinates were really cruel and had many ways to question them.

Barbarian whip, chili oil drops, nails pull, fingernails, fingertips...

At first, Zhang Guangmu wanted to force himself to hold back and maintain his bright and majestic image, but after being punished several times, he gradually couldn't hold back, and his screams gradually went from being suppressed to being presumptuous.

"Ahhhh!"

It screamed heart-wrenchingly, and it was so old.

If it weren't for avoiding leaving too much dark history, Zhang Guangmu felt that he was about to cry now.

A man doesn’t cry easily - this is his last stubbornness!

Fortunately, the audience's speeches can help him divert his attention and temporarily enhance his patience.

"Stop."

Boss Zhao raised his hand, and the person in charge of torture immediately stopped the torture method.

The big bald man stared at Zhang Guangmu: "Say."

Zhang Guangmu gasped and nodded hard: "Say, of course I have to say it."

After a while, he breathed evenly, looked at Boss Zhao intently, and mocked: "That's it?"

"Will anyone think they are good at torture?"

"You guys just have this little trick?"

The two staff members responsible for torture and forced confessions showed embarrassment, and were directly angry and wished to kill Zhang Guangmu's whole family with one knife.

Boss Zhao frowned: "Continue, be careful, you can get rid of it, don't kill it."

So the torture continued.

"Come on! I'm afraid you won't be able to do it? If I, Zhang Guangmu, frowned, I'm not a hero! Oh my god, it hurts so much!"

"Be honest, explain quickly!"

"I said! I said... trash, you are the worst quality among this group of people."

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Why? I'll explain it earlier, so I won't have to suffer so much."

"Is bitter gourd not delicious? You damn sweet party! Ao! You are a common party and arguing despicable villain!"

Boss Zhao couldn't help but take the initiative to step forward, pushed the two torturers away, and squatted down.

He looked at Zhang Guangmu seriously, and the expression on his face gradually changed from solemnity to unbearable. This unbearable gradually faded away, with a hint of undetectable admiration in his tone: "You are such a hero!"

Although Zhang Guangmu is a little funny, Boss Zhao did feel a heroic spirit from him.

After pondering for a long time, Boss Zhao poked out a callused big hand towards Zhang Guangmu, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "Come and be my son!"
Chapter completed!