"I also know some martial arts, if you don't mind, I can lend a hand!" Ye Chen spoke up.
The situation had started because of him, so he felt it was only right to take some responsibility.
"Is that really okay?" Zhao Bing's eyes lit up.
Ye Chen's subtle martial arts skill, the image of him sending a car flying with a single palm strike, was still fresh in Zhao Bing's mind. If Ye Chen could take on the role of martial arts director just once, who knew how big of a surprise it might bring him.
"Why not, let's go. I'll have a look at your location and think about what kind of fight scenes to design!" Ye Chen said.
"That would be fantastic!" Zhao Bing's face beamed with joy.
Ye Chen followed the bearded director to the filming location, an intentionally crafted small grove within the film city, where over a hundred crew members were waiting.
"Zhao Bing, where's Zhao Bing?" a young man approached, exuding an air of severity.
