However, at this moment, Mu Feng was unaware that all of this had been captured by the company's photography team.
To his speechless amusement, a group of staff members and artists had audaciously rushed over.
A female artist clapped her hands and said, "President Mu, your acting is truly superb! We have all benefited immensely. Compared to you, we are truly ashamed!"
Mu Feng blinked and blurted out, "What are you talking about?"
But he quickly understood. It turned out these people naively believed he was filming some short video.
A photographer wearing a jacket, holding a camera with a long lens, approached, even taking a close-up of Jin Youwei's corpse.
"All set, President Mu! This prop is too realistic, just like the real thing! By the way, where is that actor? Where did he go?" the photographer eagerly asked.
Mu Feng's back couldn't help but feel a chill. This was a dark joke. How foolish could these people be to think this was fake?
However, to avoid any unnecessary trouble, he smiled noncommittally and said, "Alright, everyone disperse. I'm giving you three days off, you can pack up now!"
The staff members were ecstatic upon hearing this, and soon the company was empty.
Soon, someone loaded Jin Youwei's body into a car and transported it across the ocean to Goryeo.
In the Jin family of Goryeo, everyone fell silent upon seeing the corpse of their patriarch.
"Should we seek revenge? If this individual is not eliminated, there will be endless trouble!" someone asked.
A withered old man sighed, "Alas, alas, when will the cycle of vengeance end? If this continues, my Jin family will cease to exist!"
Having spoken, his old eyes gazed up at the moonlight; the moonlit night was particularly cold.
Deep in the night, Mu Feng had returned to his villa.
Sitting on the sofa, he idly browsed videos, yawning profusely.
"Ah, I'm getting old. It's only ten o'clock and I'm already sleepy. Enough of this, time for bed!"
As Mu Feng got up reflexively, he scrolled through another video.
This casual scroll, however, led to his sleepiness vanishing instantly upon seeing the next video.
The video showed the scene of his fight with Jin Youwei.
To his exasperation, the video had hundreds of thousands of comments, with likes exceeding five million, demonstrating the public's great enthusiasm for it.
He sweated and said angrily, "These people really take matters into their own hands. How can this sort of thing be considered a skit?"
However, Mu Feng still clicked into the comment section. To his surprise, the comment section was filled with people claiming it was fake.
"This fight is too unprofessional. Modern filmmakers truly lack any sense of professionalism; this is clearly a prop!"
"It can't even compare to Hollywood abroad, or even Bollywood. China's film industry has stagnated here!"
"How can you say that? If you keyboard warriors are so good, why don't you film a real one? Movies are inherently fake, aren't they? Do they expect you to use a living corpse?" a netizen named "Sober Mind" replied.
After scrolling through so many comments, Mu Feng felt an overwhelming sense of awkwardness.
"No way, no one believes this is real? And no one is even suspicious?" he lamented.
The video spread incredibly fast, quickly reaching major websites in Goryeo.
The Jin family, who had already given up resisting, saw the video immediately.
Upon discovering that the killer had posted a video of their patriarch's demise online, it ignited widespread outrage.
It was already two in the morning, within the vast compound of the Jin family.
A group of Jin family disciples were kneeling outside the ancestral shrine, silent. Tears streamed down their faces as the horrific scene of their patriarch in the video was etched in their minds.
Soon, an old man, stooped and supported by a woman, emerged.
"What is this..." the old man, not being young, naturally did not frequent the internet.
A leading Jin family disciple held up his phone, his voice choked with tears, "Please, Old Patriarch, decide this matter! Please, Old Patriarch, decide!"
The old man took the phone and, upon seeing the video, trembled with rage.
"Outrageous! This behavior is too egregious. Why must they be so merciless? What will other families think of us?"
After all, Jin Youwei was the head of the Jin family and quite famous in Goryeo.
Once this video was exposed, it would undoubtedly provoke ridicule from all the chaebol families in Goryeo, and the Jin family's prestige would be non-existent in the future.
"Old Patriarch, if you do not provide an explanation, we will not rise from our knees! He must be killed!" someone exclaimed, tears in his eyes.
More people began to echo this sentiment, and the old man found himself in a difficult position.
Only he knew how powerful the opponent was, after all, Jin Youwei was his son.
His son had recently experienced a great fortune and was completely transformed.
Even such a formidable existence couldn't deal with the opponent; what hope did these old and frail individuals have?
"Please, do not pressure this old man further. The terror of that Chinese man is beyond your comprehension!"
"Remember, no one is to seek trouble with him, or face severe family punishment!"
After undergoing internal deliberation, the old man ultimately chose to back down, as he could not afford to have the entire Jin family buried with him.
However, these younger disciples were displeased, even beginning to agitate and insist on taking action.
"Old Patriarch, you cannot do this. Must the patriarch die in vain?" someone cried out.
The old man sighed, "This matter is not as simple as you think. Remember, if you move against him, everyone in my Jin family will surely perish!"
Just then, a voice with piercing penetration arrived.
"Indeed, must the Jin family patriarch die in vain? Should our Goryeo noble families be trampled underfoot?"
Soon, a middle-aged man, exuding an aura of authority, walked in front of the assembled crowd.
Behind him followed a group of burly men dressed in black. Judging by their presence alone, they were no ordinary individuals.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the old man immediately stepped forward, cupped his fists, and said, "It is the Han family patriarch. For you to come at such a late hour must mean there is an urgent matter!"
The Han family was the second-ranked chaebol family in Goryeo, having risen from martial arts.
It could be said that the most authentic Taekwondo in all of Goryeo resided within the Han family.
All the Jin family disciples rose and cheered in unison upon seeing the arrival of the Han family. In their eyes, the Han family represented everyone's hope.
The middle-aged man said angrily, "Of course, there is an urgent matter. We are not here for the Jin patriarch, but for the dignity of Goryeo. Our collective dignity has been trampled upon by a mere Chinese weakling. This matter must be addressed!"