From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Bang!

Anson was caught completely off guard, his center of gravity instantly thrown off balance.

Instead of trying to regain control, he used the force to throw himself backward, attempting to create distance and slightly recover his equilibrium.

However, Jack's emotions had surged, putting him in a state of explosion.

His performance flowed seamlessly, and with a stride, he caught up, seizing Anson's collar as he fell.

His fist rose high.

His eyes bulged, anger having broken free from its restraints.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Damn it!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The fist ultimately didn't fall, but his left hand clamped down hard on Anson's neck, tightening and tightening.

His entire face flushed red, but behind the anger, despair could be seen, his eyes quietly filling with tears.

Painful and struggling.

"Calm down."

"Jack, calm down!"

Huffing and puffing, Anson breathed heavily because Jack released his left hand, looking at Anson with a bewildered expression, then at his own hands.

In disbelief.

Staggering, Jack crawled backward on his hands and feet, creating distance, looking at his hands with panic and fear.

His stomach began to churn, almost causing him to vomit.

A glance from the corner of his eye caught Anson, and he moved back a little further, just wanting to get away from that murderer.

The entire classroom was silent—

They could see Anson's disarray, gasping for fresh air but unable to stop coughing; they could also see Jack's fear, afraid that he would be blinded by hatred and then turn into a murderer.

One second, two seconds.

Silence filled the air, a suffocating silence.

Anson finally caught his breath, looked up at Jack, the emotion in his eyes flickering slightly, then closed his eyes in pain, "Don't be like me."

Jack's heart contracted sharply, and he looked up at Anson.

Anson closed his eyes in pain, "Don't let hatred blind your eyes, I… I didn't want to either… but once you take that step, there's no going back."

Jack didn't approach, but instead felt danger, instinctively taking a small step backward again, "What… what are you saying?"

Silently, the initiative returned to Anson's side.

Anson half-closed his eyes, lowered his gaze, paused slightly, and threw out a bombshell without any buildup, "Actually, your mother was killed by your father."

Buzz.

Because it was too shocking and too sudden, there wasn't even a sound of explosion to be heard.

His mind was just left with a roar, and the world fell into a blank space.

Even Anson himself was like this—

Closing his eyes in despair and pain, he could even feel the pain in his breathing.

Jack was stunned.

But a glint of murderous intent flashed in Jack's eyes, "You're just talking nonsense, you killed her, there's no need to find a ridiculous excuse for yourself."

"No…" Anson shook his head gently, his shoulders drooping weakly.

No defense, no emphasis, but the truth explained by an action and an expression was even more convincing.

Gasp!

A gasp rippled around, and some people even closed their eyes, not daring to continue watching.

Jack didn't believe it.

He was denying reality, "No, no! You're talking nonsense!"

Jack was angered again, suddenly pouncing on Anson like a tiger, pressing down on Anson's shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Anson didn't resist, as if surrendering and giving up resistance.

Jack was crazy, "You killed her, you killed her!"

Again and again.

Again and again.

Jack shouted, Anson didn't respond, just quietly looked at Jack, his eyes so calm, so frank, so innocent, completely giving the entire performance stage to Jack, but silently controlling the rhythm, and just as the audience's attention turned to Jack, he once again threw out a bombshell.

Abdominal muscles engaged, upper body lifted.

Anson leaned slightly towards Jack, a trace of pity and sympathy in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a bone-chilling cruelty leaked out in an instant.

"Now that you know the truth, then unfortunately, I must kill you to silence you."

Jack: What?

Everyone: What?

A second ago, everyone was convinced by Anson, shocked by the truth, and emotions of sadness and despair were spreading.

The next second—

Suddenly!

Suddenly, Anson grabbed Jack's neck with both hands, his whole body using the strength of his waist and abdomen to sit up completely, did a forward roll, and then reversed the position, controlling Jack from a high position, a cruel smile in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and even the sound of laughter could be heard surging.

Bang.

It was this one, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, completely changing all emotional veins, and then connecting all the emotions from the first glance of the first act, goosebumps screaming wildly, the entire room plunged into stagnation.

Jack was caught off guard, completely unprepared for this scene.

Uh.

Jack grabbed Anson's wrist with both hands, his brain completely stopped turning, just resisting, passively resisting, using all his strength to form resistance on a physical level, trying to reverse the situation, but how easy was that?

Anson, condescending, stared coldly into Jack's eyes—

"How did you know?"

Jack's brain was blank, he tried to respond, but the body's resistance completely occupied his head, so that his thoughts could not turn, completely overturning the passivity.

Anson, however, was different, he firmly controlled Jack, leaned his body slightly, and then whispered in Jack's ear.

"Be good.

Close your eyes and sleep well."

"Just take a nap, Jack, everything will be fine after you wake up."

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star…"

Anson was really humming a lullaby softly in Jack's ear.

Jack's struggles and resistance, in the face of Anson's calmness and indifference, formed an unbelievable visual and auditory impact, firmly pinching the throats of everyone present.

Chilling.

Fifth update.