Time ticked by, and Director Liu, enduring his unconcealable pain, clutched his mouth.
He bit down on his tongue; with a crack, his tongue was severed. Blood welled from his mouth and dripped into the boiling water, instantly solidifying.
Mu Feng was also somewhat surprised by Liu Dao's immense tolerance.
As agreed beforehand, once the allotted time had passed, he pulled Director Liu out of the boiling water.
At this moment, Director Liu's clothes and flesh were fused together. Apart from his face, not a single inch of his body was free of injury.
In just ten seconds, his entire body had festered, resulting in nearly a hundred percent burns.
Had Mu Feng not intervened, Liu Dao would likely have died from infection.
"Save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." he weakly cried out. KuaishuGe
It could be said that even if he survived, he would be bedridden for the rest of his life.
The crew members kneeling on the ground were all in a state of panic, desperate to leave the scene. Yet, they understood that any movement now might lead to the same fate as Director Liu.
Mu Feng touched his nose and said, "Since I promised to pull you back from the gates of hell, I will not go back on my word!"
With that, he casually produced a small white porcelain bottle and tossed it to You Kewei, "This is medicine for burns. Apply it to him!"
You Kewei was startled and quickly pointed to himself, "Ah? President Mu, are you referring to me?"
Mu Feng retorted impatiently, "Who else if not you? Hurry up, do you expect me to do it myself? Apply it evenly and wrap it with gauze. This will prevent infection, but paralysis is inevitable!"
"What about the scars?" Director Liu asked, tears in his eyes.
"Are you dreaming? I merely fulfilled my promise to save your life. What happens to you afterward has nothing to do with me," Mu Feng scoffed.
Thus, You Kewei, with a knot in his stomach, began applying the medicine to Director Liu. After some time, Liu Dao was swathed in bandages like a mummy.
Director Liu had become a ghastly sight, groaning on the ground.
His eyes lacked any light, and he even contemplated suicide, for living on like this was worse than death.
The male supporting actor, who had just woken up, was terrified upon seeing Director Liu's current state. He scrambled to pick up his severed arm and tried to escape.
However, Mu Feng wouldn't let him off so easily.
Before the male supporting actor could react, Mu Feng blocked his path, "Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"
"I just remembered I have something to attend to and need to return," he forced a smile, enduring the pain.
"Don't rush off. This pot has been set up for quite some time, and you haven't had a turn in it yet!"
As he spoke, Mu Feng grabbed him and, without a second thought, tossed him into the pot.
A series of screams ensued. After struggling in the boiling water for a few seconds, the large iron pot tipped over.
He rolled several times before coming to a stop, looking disheveled. However, he was not as fortunate as Director Liu. Mu Feng did not provide him with any ointment and chose to let him fend for himself.
Within a minute, the male supporting actor convulsed a few times on the ground before succumbing to shock and breathing his last.
Cries of grief erupted from the crowd, and soon everyone was weeping uncontrollably, realizing their own imminent doom.
Meanwhile, the crew members inside the RVs felt immensely fortunate that they had not joined in the commotion.
"Mr. Mu, perhaps you could let it go? The pot has overturned, and many of these people were likely just following the crowd. They probably don't deserve death," Cheng Xiao voiced her thoughts.
After making examples of Director Liu and the male supporting actor, Mu Feng was no longer inclined to pursue the others.
He surveyed the surroundings and said, "You should consider yourselves lucky that the iron pot was knocked over. Otherwise, you would have been lining up to go in!"
The crowd was so terrified they nearly fainted, fearing that Mu Feng might order a new pot to be set up.
But just as they feared, Mu Feng, half-jokingly and with a serious expression, commanded, "Get this pot set up again, immediately!"
Some crew members scrambled and clung to his leg, begging, "President Mu, we were all instigated by him. Can you spare us for the sake of the film's production? We promise never to cause trouble again!"
Mu Feng disdainfully kicked him aside and said, "Get lost. You lot are no different from these two. Remember, the pot just overturned. I can't be bothered to crush insects like you. Anyone involved today must disappear, immediately!"
A wave of relief washed over the group, tears of joy streaming down their faces as they knew their lives were spared.
Within a minute, they had all vanished.
After completing all this, Mu Feng glanced at You Kewei, "You don't mind being called out here so late, do you?"
"Not at all, President Mu. I apologize to you," You Kewei said, bowing deeply.
"Alright, you haven't done anything wrong, so there's no need to apologize. Go wherever you please,"
Mu Feng yawned and continued, "I'm going to rest now."
"Mr. Mu, this is a desolate area. Why don't you stay in the RV? I can set up a tent outside," Cheng Xiao giggled.
He waved his hand, "That won't be necessary. Your RV is quite spacious. I can just make a makeshift bed on the floor."
Once they were in the RV, Mu Feng began preparing his makeshift bed.
Cheng Xiao's face flushed, and she quickly offered her own bed, "Mr. Mu, I can sleep on the floor. You're the boss; how can I let you sleep on the ground?"
"Alright, alright. I'm just staying for the night. I'll be leaving first thing tomorrow. It's not suitable for a young lady to sleep on the floor when it's dark; it can lead to coldness in the uterus. Go to sleep now," Mu Feng said as he lay down on the makeshift bed and covered himself with a blanket.
Cheng Xiao's heart warmed, thinking, "I didn't expect Mr. Mu to be so considerate!"
With that, she turned off the light and lay down on the bed.
After an unknown duration of sleep, Mu Feng was suddenly awakened by a crying sound.
Before he could even react, he felt someone embrace him from behind.
"Xiao Xiao? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Mu Feng frowned.
"Don't come here, don't come here..." Cheng Xiao murmured with her eyes tightly shut.
Seeing this, Mu Feng quickly held her wrist and massaged it a few times, after which she began to calm down.
Several minutes later, she finally regained consciousness, her eyes red and swollen.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Mu Feng asked.
Cheng Xiao let out a long sigh, wiping the tears from her eyes, "Yes, I dreamt that Director Liu wanted to..."
After all, she was just a young girl; when had she ever experienced such trauma?