Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 343: A Young Heart

Time.

Nine o’clock, eight minutes.

South District.

Film crew.

The gun battle scene is still being passionately enacted.

Because the artists present were not satisfied, they always felt it wasn’t perfect enough, could still be more perfect.

And the whole crew went along with them.

Ethan wasn’t there, the one in charge was the director Finch.

Of course, this was the imagined situation.

In reality, the one truly in charge on set was the third male lead of the film, Palon, who played the male lead’s brother.

Initially, Finch had almost lost his patience with the eccentric demands of those artists; after all, every additional take meant more costs piling up.

He always remembered Ethan’s kindness.

If it weren’t for Ethan, he might have been kicked out by the company by now, how could he have been promoted and gotten a raise, let alone direct a movie?

So he wanted to save costs for Ethan.

Moreover, there was already plenty of footage, lots of it he felt could completely be used, no need to keep shooting.

But just as he planned to forcibly stop this endless waste, Palon stood up and stopped him.

"Let art reach where it should, not limit it."

Palon said something very profound, which stunned Finch instantly and successfully made the artists present nod in agreement.

They also sighed inwardly, after all, anyone chosen by Ethan is remarkable. It was said this guy was a businessman, unexpectedly his thoughts are so deep, no wonder he could play the third male lead.

So the filming continued.

Bullets were fired indiscriminately, shaking the entire night, also covering up the real slaughter not far away.

Of course, those words weren’t from Palon; they were from Ethan. Palon’s task was to keep the film shoot ongoing, to cover for the real war.

At the same time, also fulfilling its real mission...

"Lord Heisenberg, why are you here?"

Palon watched the shoot for a while, his keen perception made him immediately sense Heisenberg’s arrival, and he quickly went to greet him.

Heisenberg glanced at him, nodded, and said, "I know you, Palen Kabreya, your brother was killed by Ethan, yet you can serve him so calmly."

Upon hearing this, Palon’s expression didn’t change at all, just smiled: "Your Excellency knows me very well, indeed, the young master killed my brother, but that’s all in the past. Now, I’m a Bolita Clan man, I serve the family."

"Heh..." Heisenberg sneered, saying nothing more, just moved forward.

"Your Excellency, filming is ahead, I’m afraid you can’t go there, His Highness is also..." Palon immediately spoke up to stop him.

"I know, I’m just here to take a look, not to stop you. Isn’t this what you all wish to see? Go, get me a chair. I need to ensure His Highness’s safety."

Heisenberg took two steps, no longer moving forward, just looking at the ongoing shoot from a distance, then said with a mocking tone.

"Of course, if you’re willing to help maintain order, I’d be very pleased, please wait a moment."

Soon, Palon brought a chair, and also an umbrella along the way.

The rain was still falling, he couldn’t let Heisenberg sit in the rain.

Heisenberg took the chair but didn’t want the umbrella, just sat down, the rain silently slipping around him, not a single drop landing on him.

His gaze wasn’t on the film set, his eyes were looking into the further darkness.

The gunfire was more intense there.

In the area bordering Martinos Clan’s territory and the former allies.

The advantage created by Crenzo had disappeared.

Because Hard-headed Mo Lun had also joined the fray.

This favored adopted son under Old Xi Wen, still displayed his strength.

When it came to desperation, maybe he was no longer a match for the young, but in terms of strength, he was still crushing.

He was nobly a Destruction God level four, a godfather candidate.

His perception, his evasion, his marksmanship, his enhancement and weakening of firearms, all far surpassed Crenzo.

Even, Crenzo’s real name was actually more advanced.

At the first encounter, Crenzo was suppressed, if not for Aaron pulling him back in time, he would have already died under Mo Lun’s gun.

In the face of absolute strength disparity, sheer madness doesn’t work.

Mo Lun, relying solely on his strength, tore apart the firepower net originally built by Crenzo and his team.

The people from the former alliance charged over again.

With Mo Lun as this hard Bridgehead, their offensive took off once more.

"We can’t let them get through! Let me up there!"

Crenzo shouted like a madman.

Aaron still held him firmly: "You’re not his match, don’t be impulsive, wait for people, we have to wait for people, we are too few!"

"Our people are dying! They’re all my brothers!"

Crenzo couldn’t bear it.

The ones who came along, although most had only met a few times during training, since they came to the Royal Capital together, they’re brothers now, he couldn’t watch them die in this unfamiliar big city.

"I can’t let you die."

Aaron firmly held him, continuously dragging Crenzo back.

He knew it was very cruel, but those were the orders he received.

"I can’t be a coward! Even if I die, I want to..."

"If you don’t want to be a coward, get stronger, not whine here like a crybaby."

Aaron’s words made Crenzo fall silent.

"I..."

Crenzo’s youthful heart seemed to receive a huge blow for the first time.

"Still let him go die, you can’t stop a youthful heart, otherwise, it’s no different from death."

Just as the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, with only the sense of rain and gunfire clashing remaining.

A man’s voice broke the silence.

A man wearing a pitch-black bird beak mask suddenly appeared beside them, and he directly took Crenzo from Aaron’s hand.

"You..."

Aaron didn’t expect this to happen, nor did he expect to see this legendary man here.

"Johnny Blackbird, here to help you, don’t be afraid."

The man laughed, even patting Crenzo’s shoulder.

"So, still want to die? I can help you."

Crenzo glanced ahead, looked at the fallen companions, and nodded without hesitation.

"Good kid, I like you, go ahead, death will protect you."

Johnny Blackbird directly gave Crenzo a push.

Aaron couldn’t stop it, because Johnny Blackbird’s tall figure blocked him.

"Don’t worry, I’m the undying Johnny, I have had drinks with Death, he promised me infinite opportunities to transcend death, I happen to pass a few to this young man, when young, that’s how it should be, otherwise when you no longer have such a heart, life becomes boring."

"Do you fear death?"

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat.