Chapter 1486: Being an extra

Seeing that Ye Bufan didn't move, Lu Banxia and the others also remained silent, sitting together to watch the rehearsal.

On the set, the rehearsal officially began.

This previous plot was very traditional and simple: Marcus, who played the protagonist, was hunted down by a group of villains, and in the end, he used his powerful martial prowess to kill all the villains.

This was a big scene; there wasn't much plot, the main focus was on the exciting fight.

Marcus was clearly an expert in this area, every move and stance was incredibly exciting and captivating, but Ye Bufan frowned.

Just as Wang Aimin had said before, this guy was a very powerful Martial Artist, and he showed no mercy at all during the fight.

Normally, this was just acting, not a real life-and-death struggle, but this guy's attacks were extremely vicious, and all the extras acting opposite him were knocked to the ground; it wasn't special effects, on the contrary, they all suffered injuries of varying degrees.

The director had given action requirements to these extras beforehand, but for Marcus, there were no requirements at all, it was completely free play; according to him, this would better ensure the realism of the fight.

Soon, seven or eight extras on the scene were knocked down, and it was quickly Wang Aiguo's turn; he followed the prescribed action, throwing a right hook at the opponent's jaw.

Marcus casually raised his left hand and caught the punch, then his right hand punched like lightning, slamming fiercely towards Wang Aiguo's face.

This punch was not acting; if it landed, his nasal bone would probably be shattered.

Seeing so many companions injured, Wang Aiguo remained cautious in his heart, quickly ducking his head to dodge the punch.

Seeing his punch miss, a cold glint flashed in Marcus's eyes, then his right leg flew out like lightning, a fierce right roundhouse kick directly aimed at the opponent's head.

Although Wang Aiguo had some skill, he had only practiced for a few days; he hadn't even stepped into the threshold of a Yellow Level Warrior.

At this moment, facing the sharp attack, he had no time to dodge and could only barely raise his left forearm to take the kick head-on.

Then Marcus's kick landed heavily on his arm; the force of this kick was simply too great, and with a 'crack', his left forearm was actually kicked clean off.

Wang Aiguo was also kicked two or three meters away, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Cousin, are you alright?"

Wang Aimin could no longer care about the camera, immediately threw down the camera and ran over, helping Wang Aiguo up from the ground; at this moment, his left forearm had become V-shaped, the bone completely shattered.

At this point, the acting was interrupted (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page), and the director also came over with the others.

"Are you crazy? It's just filming a movie, why do you need to go for the kill?"

Wang Aiguo's eyes were bloodshot; he didn't care about being injured or suffering, what he cared about was that he wouldn't be able to film for the next few months, so what would he send home for money? What would he use to pay for his child's tuition?

The key was that this was just acting, not a real life-and-death struggle; even for the sake of realism, the opponent didn't need to be so heavy-handed.

Marcus, however, scoffed indifferently: "Is it someone else's fault if you're useless? Don't you Chinese always say you know Chinese Kung Fu, don't you always think you're great? Now you're injured and you come blaming others.

If you ask me, you're all useless, you're all the Sick Man of East Asia."

Ye Bufan's expression turned cold, recalling what Wang Aimin had said before; this guy injured Chinese people every time, it seemed completely intentional.

He was jealous of Chinese Kung Fu's reputation, so he wanted to use this to show off, but he forgot that the others were just ordinary extras; if he really had the ability, he could completely go to China to challenge the Martial Artist world.

But the other party didn't have that courage, and could only very basely use these extras to establish his prestige and show how great his Chinese Kung Fu was.

Wang Aimin looked at him and angrily said: "What did you say? This is just filming, alright? Do you need to beat someone up like this?"

Marcus still had a cold sneer: "For you, it's acting, for me, every time is real combat; this is professionalism, understand?

If you have the ability, injure me too, cripple me too, even if you kill me, I will never blame you."

Hearing his words, everyone present showed indignant expressions, especially those extras who had been injured by him, their hearts filled with resentment.

But there was nothing they could do, his Chinese Kung Fu was right there; even if they used all their strength, they were indeed no match for him, and could only bring humiliation upon themselves.

Wang Aiguo's eyes were bloodshot, his heart full of rage, yet he was helpless; he could only struggle to stand up from the ground, preparing to leave.

"Don't move yet, I'll treat you."

Ye Bufan said as he walked over.

"Who are you, can you do it?"

The Big Beard director next to him said.

Thinking of the amazing Medical skill Ye Bufan had just displayed, Wang Aimin quickly said: "Director, he is from my hometown, and he is also a doctor, his Medical skill is very good."

The Big Beard director shook his head, clearly not very trusting, but he didn't stop him either.

Ye Bufan ignored the others (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page), reached out and grabbed the two broken arms, pulled and pushed, and with a 'crack', the broken arm was reattached.

Although Wang Aiguo hadn't made a sound before, it didn't mean his arm wasn't hurting; he was just enduring the excruciating pain with strong willpower.

But now that his broken arm was reattached, he suddenly found that there was no pain at all, just a slight soreness and numbness.

Ye Bufan said: "It's done. Don't lift heavy objects for three days, and don't fight with anyone for a week. After a week, you can recover completely."

"Really? Little Brother Ye, thank you so much, you are truly my great benefactor."

Wang Aiguo moved his arm, and it had indeed returned to normal, which immediately filled him with joy, his face full of gratitude.

He had originally thought he would have no income for the next two or three months, but now that time was shortened to a week; he could still bear this small loss.

Seeing his arm, which he had kicked off, reattached so easily, Marcus snorted coldly: "Sick Man of East Asia, don't let me see you again, or next time I'll kick off both your hands."

"You…"

Wang Aiguo was so angry his face turned red, about to rush over and fight this guy, but Ye Bufan pulled him back.

He looked at Marcus: "Just now you said it's fine if the extras injure you, right?"

"Of course, even if you kill me, it's fine, provided you have the ability."

Marcus had a look of arrogance; in his opinion, this Chinese person in front of him was even thinner and weaker, not even as good as Wang Aiguo, so how could he pose any threat to him?

"Since that's the case, I'd like everyone to be a witness, so that when someone gets injured later, they won't blame me for being too heavy-handed." After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he looked at the director next to him, "I want to replace Wang Aiguo as an extra, can I?"

"Young man, I think you should forget about it, otherwise you'll get injured."

The director said, shaking his head; he understood what Ye Bufan wanted to do, but who was the person opposite? That was Hollywood's King of Chinese Kung Fu, Marcus; with your small build, wouldn't you just be seeking death?

Ye Bufan said: "It's fine, Director. I don't want a single penny, and I'll bear all consequences of injury myself; I absolutely won't let the crew bear any responsibility."

"Alright then, you said it, don't come looking for me if you get injured."

The Big Beard director said again, then waved his hand at his subordinates: "Everyone to your positions, prepare to shoot."