From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Patience, maintain patience, hold your breath. Harry completely entered the zone, like a professional photographer capturing the dynamic movements of a hummingbird in a primeval forest.

And then—

Whoosh!

That figure soared upwards from below, reaching the highest point with the lightness of a swallow, executing a 360-degree front flip, feeling the pull of gravity, about to fall.

But then, he paused in the air for a moment, shooting out spider silk with both hands to find a fixed point, pulling himself forward, his body quickly rushing downwards.

Moreover, like a torpedo, he charged forward, spinning at high speed like a propeller, crashing towards Doctor Octopus.

This!

Dazzling! Absolutely wonderful!

Figure, movements, posture, elegant and graceful, light and agile, completely transforming the imagined scene in his mind into reality.

In a daze, Harry couldn't believe his eyes—

Without computer-generated special effects, he was actually able to witness such a high-difficulty action scene with his own eyes.

But this time, Harry didn't forget the shutter. His fingertips moved quickly, recording the scene before him frame by frame in high-speed continuous shooting.

Click, click, click, click.

The shutter frantically surged, hitting Harry's eardrums hard, his heart suddenly contracting, lagging behind by a full beat before Harry realized a key point:

The flash.

Harry simply couldn't believe that he had made such an amateur, such a careless, such a newbie mistake, forgetting to turn off the flash and exposing his whereabouts.

Stupid, really extremely stupid.

Then, a commotion came from outside.

"Who? Who turned on the flash?"

Sean Graham gripped the wire tightly with both hands, his whole body leaning back, like a tug-of-war, pressing the entire center of gravity backwards, relying on this method to maintain control, otherwise it would be impossible to hold Anson's weight alone, let alone allow Anson to complete the action in the air. Even with the cooperation of four people, it was still full of challenges.

Fully focused, sweating profusely, but daring not to let his attention wander in the slightest.

Just at this moment, a series of dazzling flashes came from the corner diagonally in front.

Damn it!

Sean subconsciously closed his eyes. His first reaction was to grip the wire tightly and continue leaning back to avoid any accidents; but just with this blink, sweat entered his eyes, a burst of stinging pain, a brief moment of absent-mindedness.

By the time Sean realized that the wire had slipped out of his hands, there was no time for annoyance, no time for nervousness, no time for fear. His first reaction was to grab the wire firmly.

However, it was too late.

The wire slipped out of his palm with a whooshing sound. Even though Sean was wearing non-slip gloves, he still couldn't stop the wire. His entire palm was burning with pain.

Finally, Sean grabbed the wire, but his body's center of gravity had already completely leaned forward. His feet couldn't stand straight at all, and his whole person was dragged out by the wire.

Sean: It's over.

"God, Anson!"

Everything was too sudden, too unexpected, caught off guard.

Anson's body paused in mid-air, there was a brief moment of astonishment, and the next second he lost his balance. The pull of gravity made his whole person tremble violently like the last withered leaf hanging from a treetop in a tornado.

Neither up nor down, suspended in mid-air, without support, he fell like this.

His heart sank.

The following events were a blank. Five seconds were erased, as if a space-time jump, Anson lay on the ground, watching heads gather around, crowding around him.

Alfred looked flustered, pale without a trace of blood.

"Make way, everyone make way, he needs fresh air."

Alfred shouted loudly.

"Anson, Anson? Are you okay?"

"Anson, can you hear me?"

Anson: I'm fine, don't worry.

He clearly opened his mouth to speak, but there was no sound, and he wasn't sure if he had opened his mouth.

His entire back was numb, as if an electric current was passing through, not painful, just slightly numb, which made him feel like he was fine; but why couldn't he make a sound, only seeing chaos before him.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

Anson reminded himself, taking deep breaths continuously, pulling his thoughts back from the numb tranquility little by little.

Boom.

Suddenly, like opening the plug of a sink, the noisy noise poured in like a waterfall, so much so that Anson choked in his throat.

Cough cough.

"I'm fine…"

Finally, this time Anson made a sound, waving his hand to calm everyone down.

"I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while."

The noisy crowd finally quieted down, looking at Anson in panic, all holding their breath, for fear of making any noise.

Anson grinned.

"Really, it's okay, it's just a fall, everyone falls."

Sam's face was very ugly, calling out, "Anson!"

Anson saw Noah, whose face was full of panic and eyes full of tears, and couldn't help but say, "Haha, God, Noah, I didn't see an angel or Lucifer just now, so there's no need to worry too much."

Noah didn't say a word, staring at Anson intently, his eyes filled with worry.

Anson sighed softly, "You're just watching the male lead lying here, and no one is willing to lend a hand to help? It seems I'm really a failure as a person."

Alfred, however, was not in the mood to joke at this time, "Are you sure? No pain?"

It was because they were worried about Anson's situation that they tried to avoid moving Anson as much as possible, otherwise, even if he was fine, something might happen because of their rash actions.

Anson laughed directly, "Ha, it's okay, really."

Without waiting for help, he reached out and prepared to support himself on the ground to sit up.

Just at this moment, the tailbone of the spine—or the position of the lower back, unable to distinguish the source of the pain, a kind of numbness and stinging pain like being struck by lightning instantly swept over, covering the entire back before he could blink, unreasonably severing all sensation, and the overwhelming pain instantly cut off his breath.

Anson's whole body tensed to the extreme, his eyes went black, the whole world fell apart, a roar above his eardrums but randomly plunged into silence.

Thud.

Not having time to sit up straight, Anson had already fallen back to the ground, lying there obediently like a mummy.

One second, that is, a short second, but it was as long as a century.

"Sorry, Sam, I may need a doctor to come and check the situation."

The surroundings were silent.

A kind of fear firmly gripped Sam's heart, regret and annoyance punched his chest hard, the panic and fear in his eyes flooded, he tried to open his mouth but couldn't make a sound, completely stunned in place.

Alfred's on-site experience was still rich, and he shouted out in the first time.

"911, call 911, we need an ambulance here."

"Where is the crew doctor? Come over now to check Anson's condition, what's wrong with you? Run! Run, now is not the time to be stunned. "

"Take action! Don't just stand there, one or two, haven't you experienced accidents before? Calm down, we need to stay calm."

Thump, thump, thump.

Hasty and chaotic footsteps came from all directions, the world was noisy, but in the chaos, Anson felt the pain slowly dissipate like a receding tide, and fatigue dragged his soul slowly down, falling into the boundless darkness.