Chen Zhao could manage to accept this price.
"When does shooting start?" he asked.
"I'll let you know. The cast is still preparing. Oh, Vincent has a role in this too."
"Oh? What's his role?"
"One of the robbers—the getaway driver in a bank robbery case. He gets killed by the Mexicans."
Chen Zhao didn't know if he should laugh or cry. "Oh, my character won't die, right?" he asked.
"Of course not. I promise," Steven replied, half-joking.
"Right, did you hire those two bodyguards recently?"
Steven nodded. "A few days ago, I attended an event and a stranger tried to approach me, but the event's guards stopped him. He took out a gun and injured one of the guards. I hired these two that same day."
"Did you get hurt?"
"I'm fine, just had a fright." Steven shook his head. He had everything at this age, making him fear death even more.
This was normal. Even Chen Zhao feared death, let alone Steven.
