Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 414: Calm on Stage, Chaos Offstage

Amidst the melodious tune of a classical-style flute, Xiao He was the elegant young master from a noble family, dressed in a mysterious black robe, his face as fair and handsome as polished jade.

In the midst of a thrilling pop song, he was the cool, aloof handsome guy in a leather jacket and sunglasses, spraying a money gun.

In the hip-hop rap adapted from his hometown dialect, he transformed again into a hip-hop youth wearing a trendy hoodie with the hood up and canvas shoes on his feet.

Naturally, during this time, there were also segments with Xiao He's guest friends and family cheering him on. These guests were basically the few he was closest to within the industry. Liu Zehang even specially performed a duet of the ending theme song from "Law of the Jungle" with Xiao He, which elicited waves of screams and cheers from the audience.

Finally, accompanied by a soothing love song, Xiao He was the elegant nobleman sitting before a piano, playing music. His one-time spray-dyed blue hair shone brilliantly under the stage lights, as if melting his entire being into the light, like a deity descended from heaven, radiating a compassionate, divine glow.

Almost no one had expected Xiao He to have this skill up his sleeve.

Yet, it didn't seem entirely surprising either.

Xiao He had always been the one who worked earnestly and sincerely gave back to his fans.

He never slacked off, never gave up easily because of difficulties.

What he presented to his fans and the public was always the best part of himself.

Meanwhile, in the spectator seats, Xiao Chen, who had originally been chatting with Mother Xiao, suddenly received a notification through his earpiece.

"Attention, a stalker fan hiding in the front rows of the audience was just discovered. They are currently heading towards Zone A. Intercept with caution."

"Now, a brief description of their attire. All personnel, pay attention—"

Hearing this news, Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment before immediately standing up.

"Sorry, Auntie, we have some matters to attend to over there—"

"It's fine. Your Uncle Xiao and I will just follow the crowd when it's time to leave. You don't need to accompany us separately."

Mother Xiao immediately waved her hand.

"Okay."

Not daring to delay, because he was currently closest to Zone A and had the best advantage for catching the person, Xiao Chen didn't hesitate. After saying goodbye, he immediately ran in that direction.

Almost as soon as he reached the railing in that area, Xiao Chen's sharp eyes spotted a disheveled young woman climbing over the railing from the front rows, preparing to jump directly from the front seats down to the area below the stands to sneak into the backstage zone.

Xiao Chen instantly became alert and wanted to climb over the railing to chase her. But this railing was high, originally designed to block people, making his movements appear rather clumsy. Fortunately, Lao Qi had also caught up by then. Xiao Chen immediately shouted a warning to Lao Qi, "Brother Qi, over there—"

Alerted by the warning, Lao Qi promptly looked over and precisely tracked the last position where the young woman disappeared. Without any hesitation, he demonstrated the skill level expected of a professional bodyguard for the first time, vaulting over the railing with one hand, leaping down from the stands, landing steadily, and swiftly giving chase.

Seeing Lao Qi's nimble movements, Xiao Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then clumsily climbed over the railing, leaned over the stands to look down, and quickly searched for the girl's figure.

Soon, Xiao Chen connected to Lao Qi's walkie-talkie device and urgently reminded him, "Brother Qi, she didn't go backstage! She's heading towards the very front of the audience seats!"

Lao Qi narrowed his eyes, also locking onto the target. He sneered coldly, changed the direction of his steps, and charged straight towards the target hiding within the crowd—

A few minutes later, Liu Rulan also hurried over.

"Is everything under control?"

Liu Rulan first asked the several security personnel who had caught the person.

"It's fine. We've already taken the person onto the police car."

Lao Qi answered seriously.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Liu Rulan let out a sigh of relief.

She had known this brat's birthday party wouldn't be that peaceful.

"Did it cause much of a commotion?"

"No, we quickly got the situation under control."

"Mhm, that's good." Liu Rulan thought for a moment and instructed her assistant beside her, "Clean up the public opinion online. Don't let this incident affect Xiao He's presence on the Hot Search."

"Yes!"

The chaos and commotion under the stage remained unknown to the person on stage.

As the song ended, Xiao He stood up, looked up at the sea of people in the audience, and bowed to everyone with a smile.

Xiao He had learned a bit of piano while filming a drama before. He wasn't proficient, just a beginner. The only advantage was his flexible fingers, allowing him to press the keys effortlessly. Plus, they had chosen a very basic, entry-level piece for the finale. So, Xiao He only needed to know how to read sheet music and play basic notes, which wasn't too difficult.

The applause at the venue was thunderous.

And this birthday party finally reached its conclusion. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Many people's hearts were in their throats.

They knew what was coming would eventually come.

Brother Xiao's first stage play, "Twelve Mirrors"—was about to officially begin!

The center of the stage suddenly darkened. Numerous staff members rushed onto the stage to set up the scene. Immediately after, audience members saw them pushing a large instrument covered with drapery onto the stage.

The instrument appeared to have a curved, somewhat flat exterior. Its exact form was unclear, shrouded under dark red drapery, looking both mysterious and oppressive.

Many people in the audience began chattering and discussing.

Online discussions about "Twelve Mirrors" were plentiful. However, since the original version had only been performed abroad, had a total runtime of over two hours, and recording was prohibited, to this day, no one knew exactly what kind of stage play "Twelve Mirrors" was or how the twelve personalities were represented.

Moreover, Xiao He's birthday party had compressed it into a twenty-minute stage play, making the live presentation even more unimaginable.

But discussing it further now was useless.

Because Xiao He's version of "Twhere Mirrors" was about to begin!

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"Whoosh—"

The first thing to arrive was the howling, biting wind.

Somehow, the atmosphere in the venue turned chilly.

As the sound of the wind gradually faded, a young detective, dressed in a simple black trench coat and holding a large black umbrella, walked out from the wind and snow.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Leather boots stepped into the snow, yet produced strange footsteps. The brim of the black umbrella lifted slightly, revealing a black top hat. Beneath that hat were a pair of deep, profound eyes, dark and cold as a winter pond.

At that moment, even the cheers died down. Everyone held their breath.

Unnoticed, the sounds of wind and snow had vanished.

When he raised his gaze, the sharpness in his eyes was fully exposed. Beneath his tall, straight nose bridge, the corners of his lips were pressed tightly together, making it hard to discern joy or sorrow. Even the line of his jaw was taut and exceptionally cold and hard. An aura of icy coldness and silence, like the blizzard behind him, enveloped his entire being.

The black umbrella was closed and set aside by a slender, yet somewhat sickly-looking hand. Immediately after, he knocked on the door before him.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A hunched figure emerged from the darkness. Even the audience below the stage didn't know where he had appeared from.

"Who is it?"

An aged voice sounded.

"I am a traveler passing through. The heavy snow has blocked the mountain paths, and I have nowhere to return for now. I wonder if I might rest here for the night?"

His voice was rather deep, his speech pace steady yet carrying weight, naturally possessing a cold, penetrating quality that seemed to see through people.

After a moment of silence, the old door creaked open with a groan—