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"You don't need to tell me, man."

"Those internet message boards, I'm going to read them all - they're really evil."

Trevor just shrugged slightly and didn't seem to care.

He is just an ordinary actor, at least he thinks he is ordinary.

Taking on the wrong role and putting myself in jail.

But this doesn't mean that there is something wrong with his interpretation of the role.

He is really working hard to polish his acting skills, trying to play every role well.

However, malice from the Internet is always trying to hurt the people they want to hurt.

No one has a good solution for this.

Because there will always be some guys with bad views and extremely hostile attitudes trying to vent themselves.

These malicious remarks will at some point be twisted into a rope, forming an extremely powerful force of public opinion.

Public opinion will kidnap people's rationality and drown everyone affected.

For that matter, what about Trevor himself, he's just a poor guy who got the wrong job.

However, that's not what Norrison wants to ask him.

"To be honest, I'm not talking about the message board, I'm talking about the Ten Rings Meeting."

Norrison stood up, took out several documents from his backpack and spread them out on the table.

"What the hell are you talking about, you say it again?"

Those are all evidences that are closely related to the [Ten Rings Society].

Similar to flags, or pictures such as patterns and written materials.

"It's a terrorist organization with a very long history."

Trevor looked at the young man in front of him in a daze as he spread this series of materials on the table.

"Although according to government records they have been completely destroyed."

"But more and more evidence shows that the ten rings will become more and more active."

Most of the picture materials are some traditional Chinese characters, and there is an old friend's face in the photo.

The poor man who was once taken up by Miss Stark to a height of 1 meters with Mark-400 and thrown down.

However, neither of the two people in the conversation knew all of this.

"The Ten Rings...are they real?"

Trevor still didn't seem to react, and asked blankly.

"Obviously, they are real."

For Norrison's answer, Trevor showed strange excitement.

"Wow, this is so cool."

This off-line old guy often appears in some special places like this.

But the black bodyguard behind him just shook his head helplessly.

"Trevor, I heard you did detailed research when you got the role?"

"Yes, when an actor tells you he did his research."

"That means he turned on his computer, Googled his name and fired a pistol."

Trevor didn't care about Norrison's question and joked.

In fact, he just Googled the name, but he didn't get any relevant clues.

So I can only rely on the terrorist leader given by Killian to think about it.

"So, are you telling me that you yourself don't know the real history of the Mandarin?"

Seeming to have finally made up his mind, Norrison stood up from his chair.

He took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair.

He stretched out his hand again and pressed a button on the camera beside him.

"He was quite the king and inspired generations in medieval times."

"Of course, maybe it can be traced back to an even older era."

The video recorder opened the door where the floppy disk was placed, revealing the sophisticated mechanical structure inside.

"Yeah, but who the hell cares, man."

No one knew that the VCR was passing parts out, except Norison himself.

"All of that, it's a show that people want, and I'm doing it well."

"It's not the name of the Mandarin that they remember, it's me—Trevor Slater."

How could Trevor have imagined that there were parts of a pocket pistol hidden in the camera that had been pointed at him all the time.

Norrison deftly concealed the pistol in the camera and deftly brought it into the high-security prison.

And what will happen after this is naturally self-evident.

"You're right...but you'll soon die from such a crime."

"Because every ring we believe in leaves a corresponding hole in your body."

While speaking, Norison reached out to unbutton his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"Sorry, but you heard me."

Accompanied by the sound of the mechanism, a pocket pistol not much bigger than a slap popped out.

Norrison grasped it accurately, and then pulled the trigger towards the prison guards and black bodyguards at the door.

The prison guards were the first to be brought to the ground, and they had no time to react.

The black bodyguards had enough time to react, so they quickly dodged and rushed forward.

Herman used his huge body to knock Mr. Reporter against the wall with great strength.

However, he was quickly knocked down by the so-called [reporter] at the table with an elbow.

At this time, Trevor was already vigilantly kneeling under the table, he didn't want to die here.

Before the bodyguard could get up, Norrison reached out and removed a leg from the camera's tripod.

Then, a slender stick was pulled out from inside.

The stick hit Herman hard on the forehead, and directly lifted the big man who hadn't struggled to get up.

It seems that he doesn't want this guy to get up again and hinder him.

Norison directly hit his thick neck with a swinging stick, strangling him to death.

But just as he got up, there was the sound of the pistol trigger being snapped behind him.

It turned out that when he was trying to kill the black bodyguard with a stick.

Trevor had already crawled out from under the table and picked up the pistol in the hands of the dead prison guard.

"You, you guy killed my butler."

Trevor clutched the police Beretta 92-F pistol tightly in his hand.

Hei Dongdong's muzzle was aimed at this [reporter] who looked more like a killer.

"You don't even have the ability to pull the trigger, Mr. Slater."

Norrison, however, was not at all frightened by his threats.

"Honestly, honey, I'm just an unemployed actor."

"Even I don't know what I can do."

Seeing that his threat didn't work, Trevor took a few steps slowly and put the muzzle of the gun on Norison's neck.

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