Although this photo didn't show half of his face, the hair color and hairstyle were almost identical to Roy's. All the reporters stared at Roy on the stage, hoping to find a potential breakthrough in his expression.
However, how could these amateurs discern Roy's high-level acting skills? Roy just smiled and shook his head, saying, "Give me at least a face to work with. Do you think I can recognize someone from a photo of their back? If you had a picture of your back, could you recognize yourself?"
The reporters burst into laughter again. After all, who cared about what their backs looked like? How many people deliberately checked their backs in the mirror?
The reporter from The New York Post looked at him with a half-smile, as if he were watching a joke. "Are you really not the person in the photo?" he asked, pointing to a bruise on the back. "According to the time shown in the photo and what Keira said, this should have been taken within a week. A bruise this large should still be visible after a week, right? Can you please take off your shirt, Roy, and show us your back?"
The crowd below erupted into a buzz. Excitedly, they stared at Roy's shirt, almost wishing they could rush up and strip it off themselves to see if there were any marks on his back.
As the reporter had pointed out, if it had been taken within a week, such a large bruise would undoubtedly still be visible. Whether the person in the photo was him or not could be determined just by taking a look!
Not only were the reporters at the scene excited but also the viewers watching the live broadcast at home. They were all leaning in front of their screens, afraid to miss any exciting moments.
Suddenly, Roy's expression changed.
Indeed, he had injuries on his body, including the one on his back. However, compared to the others, it wasn't very noticeable anymore, and it had almost disappeared over a week. But this particular mark was different—it was as large as an adult's handprint and rectangular in shape. It had formed when he accidentally collided with a prop box while filming "Pirates of the Caribbean," and his back had hit the edge of the ship's rail.
At that time, it was much more severe, but it had gradually healed and became what it looked like in the photo. Anyone could see that such a large bruise couldn't have disappeared within a week, and The New York Post reporter used a cat-and-mouse look when he took out the enlarged photo, wanting Roy to undress and be inspected publicly.
If he undressed, the marks on his back would certainly still be very clear. If he refused due to guilt, everyone would know what the truth was, even if they were a bit slow to catch on.
Seeing Roy's face turning somewhat unsightly, the reporter taunted, "What's the matter? Are you afraid to show everyone your back because of the injury?"
Roy looked at him with a hint of coldness in his eyes. However, for reporters, especially one from The New York Post, he had seen all kinds of disdainful looks countless times. How could he be intimidated by this? Moreover, he was willing to see such looks because once he revealed the truth and embarrassed himself in front of the whole world, let's see if he could still maintain his current demeanor!
"Fine!" Roy began to unbutton his shirt leisurely.
"Wow!" Many girls who witnessed this scene screamed in excitement. They didn't care about Laila or Keira; they liked Roy and admired his sexiness and handsomeness. Being able to see him flaunt his physique was a dream come true!
Many reporters secretly observed Louise's expression. She kept her composure and didn't seem to have any intention of stopping this. This made the situation even more confusing. Roy was taking his time unbuttoning his shirt, and it was just a plaid shirt, so there were at most five or six buttons. He had already spent two or three minutes unbuttoning them.
With each button undone, his tanned skin began to peek out from under the shirt, and the muscles in his chest and abdomen started to appear, making the hearts of countless girls watching in front of their screens go wild.
"Keep going! Keep taking it off!" The girls screamed in excitement as if they had gone crazy.
However, just as he was about to undo the last button, Roy suddenly turned around, presenting his back to the numerous cameras, and lowered the shirt down to his waist.
"Wow!" The girls were satisfied. Even if they hadn't seen the front, just his broad and muscular back alone had captivated them completely.
He wasn't a muscle-bound type like Schwarzenegger, but he had a streamlined and powerful physique, like a leopard. His broad shoulders, slightly bulging back muscles, and tight waist were the result of two years of practicing kung fu, sculpting his body without an ounce of excess fat.
Even the most seasoned reporters couldn't help but be dazzled by this perfect physique. Regardless of gender, nobody could resist the allure of a beautiful body. After all, why were sculptures displayed in art museums so highly praised?
Until they remembered the purpose of undressing, the reporters reluctantly shifted their gaze to where there should have been marks. But that area was as smooth as a peeled boiled egg. There were no marks, not even enlarged pores.
Even the most critical person had to admit that this was a perfectly flawless body.
"How can there be no marks?" The New York Post reporter was dumbfounded. The information he had received before coming was that there should be marks, so how could there be none? Within a week, such a large bruise couldn't have disappeared!
"No, this must be fake! You must have tampered with it!" he accused, pointing at Roy's back. "You're in the movie industry; you probably have some makeup tricks up your sleeve, right? I want to personally verify this!"
At this point, Louise walked over to Roy's side, staring at the reporter with a stern expression. "How do you plan to verify it? Do you want to use a brush to scrub it off before making a judgment?"
If it were possible, the reporter would gladly do it! He felt that his speculation was highly likely. People in the film industry surely had makeup artists, right? And couldn't makeup hide freckles and scars on women's faces? It should be even easier for a professional makeup artist to conceal a bruise on someone's back.
He wanted to say this, but he couldn't because otherwise, he might be cursed by Roy's fans, and there might even be legal consequences for accusing him of causing harm.
"I just hope to verify the truth," he insisted stubbornly. "If you won't let me check, it means you're lying!"
Roy chuckled and said, "I don't want a man to touch my back. If it were a woman, I would welcome her."
He already had a somewhat wicked demeanor, and now, with his upper body exposed, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique, he appeared even more charming than usual. Even though everyone knew he was in a relationship with Laila, the young girls in the company couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes.
"No! You should let a female employee from your company verify it. It would be too easy to cheat otherwise," the reporter immediately objected.
Roy raised an eyebrow and asked, "So, who do you want to appoint to verify it?"
"I'll personally choose someone to verify it!" The reporter replied coldly.