My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 29 The Prophet from the East

In less than five minutes, both Big Head and Little Head suffered severe injuries at the same time. Buck felt that it was already a miracle that he could still stand.

After all, he was a biker gang leader who had been ruthless for many years in the 7th Street area.

"Damn it... Get him! Cripple him!" He screamed hysterically, clutching his bleeding forehead.

The seven or eight henchmen around him, relying on their numbers, surrounded him with strange noises.

Qin Han casually unbuttoned his pink apron to make his movements more fluid.

Faced with the group attack, Renée Russell wanted to step in to help, but was surprised to find that she seemed unable to get involved at all.

The scene before her eyes overturned her common sense about life that she had lived for nineteen years.

When you fight, isn't it just a bunch of people wrestling together and seeing who can throw the other down first?

But the man in the pink apron seemed so at ease.

The crisp, clean elbow strikes and decisive kicks were like a swallow darting through a storm.

Every move he made accurately struck the opponent's vital points.

Jeet Kune Do emphasizes the efficiency of attacks.

Watching the pink apron flutter under the streetlights, her heart, which had been pounding with fear, was now completely overwhelmed by another emotion:

Can I throw a punch like him?

In less than three minutes, all of Buck's underlings were lying on the ground.

The old biker's mind went blank; he was completely unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Is this even human?

As Qin Han approached step by step, he frantically pulled an M1911 pistol from inside his leather jacket.

"Don't come any closer! Fuck! Don't come any closer!"

Unfortunately, "Rush Hour" hasn't been made yet, otherwise he would know that a pistol is useless when a Chinese kung fu master gets too close.

Qin Han moved with lightning speed, instantly grabbing the slide of the pistol and twisting it outwards with a sharp twist of his fingers.

"Snap!" Buck's finger was still inside the trigger guard when, as the pistol was forcibly twisted, his index finger was severed.

"Ah!" A scream rang out as the pistol changed hands and ended up in Qin Han's hands.

With a backhand slam, he slammed the butt of his rifle heavily into Buck's temple, causing him to collapse to the ground with his eyes rolled back.

"Remember next time, don't break my window again."

While complaining, Qin Han removed the magazine and glanced at it. The magazine was full of bullets, so he put on the safety and clipped it to his lower back.

The revolver that Rona gave him has been returned to its rightful owner. Just when he was worried about not having anything to defend himself, someone delivered a big gift package.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, and the cold murderous aura on his face instantly dissipated, revealing a gentle smile like that of a friendly older brother.

She even bent down and straightened her pink apron.

"Alright, stop standing here in the cold wind. The braised pork should be ready soon; if it gets burnt, that would be the biggest loss of the night."

The small apartment was filled with a rich aroma of meat.

Renee sat at the dining table, holding a knife and fork, her eyes occasionally glancing at Qin Han sitting opposite her.

He had taken off that ridiculous apron and was wearing a simple white shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms.

It's hard to imagine that these were the same hands that had just taken down an entire gang of bikers.

"Eat up, try my cooking." Qin Han spooned a piece of braised pork to George.

George, whose mouth was already watering, took a bite and exclaimed, "My God! This is... absolutely delicious!"

Seeing her brother wolfing down his food, Renee also forked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

In that instant, she felt as if all the fatigue of the day had been healed.

"Mr. Qin, thank you for saving me, and thank you for dinner. But..."

She looked directly into Qin Han's eyes: "I still can't agree to go and make a movie."

"Can you tell me why?"

"Because it's too unreal." Renee sighed, looking at the dilapidated apartment:

"I don't want George to live with unrealistic hopes, because it will hurt even more when he falls."

Realizing his own wisdom, Qin Han gave this nineteen-year-old girl a very high evaluation in his heart.

However, today is a perfect opportunity.

After the Rolling Stones' concert, lead singer Mick Jagger will participate in a live stream.

This is the information the system provided me when I woke up today.

As for whose live stream it is? Is there even a question?

Clearly, Lorna was still afraid that the information she had given her was wrong, so she made two preparations.

If things go wrong in Paris, at least there's a rock star sitting in the live stream to save the day.

Qin Han glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 7:30 PM. "George, after dinner, go wash the dishes."

"Okay!" George, who was gnawing on a bone, agreed without hesitation.

Qin Han stood up and gestured with his chin towards Renee: "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Didn't you hear Buck say it downstairs just now? It's the liveliest place in town tonight."

……

Inglewood, Forum Stadium.

Even from two streets away, you could hear the deafening roar.

Wearing a coat, Lena followed Qin Han with a suspicious look to the back door passage that only staff members could enter.

"Hey! What are you doing! This is a restricted area!" Two burly security guards stopped them.

Qin Han smiled and said to the security guard, "Please inform Lorna Barrett that Qin Han has come to collect his 'prophecy fee'."

The two security guards exchanged a glance, and one of them picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words.

A moment later, the iron gate slowly opened: "Please come in, Mr. Qin. Ms. Barrett is waiting for you in the VIP lounge."

Renee stared in disbelief, letting Qin Han pull her into the backstage area.

A girl who looked like an assistant immediately came forward and led the two through a long corridor to a room with a "VIP" label.

The door opened.

That signature head of wavy blonde hair made Renee momentarily lose herself in thought—Lorna Barrett looked even better than she did in the magazines.

She was on the phone, quickly making some arrangements, when she saw Qin Han come in. She hurriedly pointed to the sofa, indicating that he should sit down first.

"Hey, Qin!" A few minutes later, Rona finally hung up the phone, her gaze sweeping over Renee, who looked completely dazed.

"Is this what you meant by 'a born actress'?"

She didn't show any disdain for Renee's shabby attire; instead, she seemed to be examining a rough gem.

"Good bone structure, long legs, and a stubborn look in your eyes. You have a really good eye."

Qin Han pulled up a chair for Renee to sit down and said to Rona with a smile:

"There's no other way. To convince her that I'm practically an insider, I have to rely on your connections."

Just then, a commotion broke out outside, and it seemed the concert was over.

A short while later, surrounded by a crowd, a man with extremely thick lips, wearing tight leather pants and shirtless walked into the room.

When Renee saw the man's face clearly, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Mick Jagger, lead singer of the Rolling Stones, is a god of rock and roll in this era.

"Hey, Mick! Come say hello! This is the Eastern prophet I told you about." Rona waved.

Upon hearing this, Mick swayed and walked over.

"A prophet?" Those wild eyes sized Qin Han up and down, then he grinned widely.

"Lorna has really whetted my appetite. The live stream starts soon, and I'm going to see what kind of prediction you've made!"