The camera continued to work, and recording videos on the internet is easier than real-life shooting, with 360-degree panoramic shots and no blind spots. Just record what happens in the online world and easily find the perfect angles, saving costs.

At this moment, while the video recording was in progress, Ron Brown left the recording with a black hard drive and found a secluded place to open it. Two bodies were entangled in intense passion, and even more surprisingly, both men were screaming wildly. The desire to drain the last ounce of strength and essence from their bodies before giving up was palpable.

Upon seeing the familiar face in the video, a reaction stirred within him. Looking out at the vast expanse of yellow sand, a large group of extras were bustling about on horseback. Ron Brown couldn't help but feel anger rise within him. Was this the investment he made for them to waste in such a manner?

"Assistant director! I pay you a salary, so what are you doing now? Hurry and get them ready. Do I have to do it myself?" Ron Brown shouted, and the young assistant director immediately ran off to scold the extras on horseback.

"Haha! Mark Smith, this bastard, thinks he's so great just because his old man is a senator. Sooner or later, I will become a senator, too. Otherwise, I'll change my name to Brown. Hmph!" Ron Brown glanced at the video and looked at the tanned back with disdain. "Hmph! Sunbathing is nothing to boast about! My pork belly is not bad either."

"Let's forget about showing your face. We're all unfortunate souls here! It took a great deal of effort to set this trap. I had to place the opening scene at the end. Whether it succeeds or not, it only takes one shot!"

Ron Brown thought of the consequences of Julianna Menard's reaction to the drug. The former queen of the music industry was not someone he could afford to provoke. He canceled the 360-degree panoramic video and instead filmed a passionate back.

After setting the video recording, Ron Brown had no interest in the passionate scenes of the man and the woman. Instead, he went to shoot scenes in the desert.

"Since I turned into a pile of shit, no one has dared to step on my head again!"

At the most critical moment, Barrett Walker stopped his actions. It took a great effort to break free from the passionate embrace. Although he was not noble, he was not so much of a beast to give up his virginity. Just offering his first kiss was enough. After all, this was the internet, and if things went too far, there would be no room for maneuvering in the future. How shameless and sultry.

"Hey! Wake up!" With both hands on her ample bosom, he avoided the lips she tried to kiss and called out softly.

"Alright! I'll sacrifice myself once again." Barrett Walker couldn't resist the temptation brought by her face. He closed his eyes to block out the temptation, and the warmth and moisture on his face gave him goosebumps. The rush of energy in his body made him shiver. How refreshing!

"Don't kiss me again! I'll call for help." A crisp and melodious slap rang out, followed by a low, moaning voice that was almost heartbreaking.

Barrett Walker opened his eyes and looked at the enchanting face. Despite the pain on his face, he felt guilty and flustered, wanting to say something comforting but too nervous to speak.

In an effort to break free from the effects of the drug, Julianna Menard struggled and even pierced herself palm . Upon regaining consciousness, she discovered herself in the online world, intimately entwined with a stranger. She immediately slapped him, recalling the grievances she had endured in her family. Was she really so despicable? Anyone could bully her, and the thought made her want to cry, but she didn't want to be looked down upon, so she held back her tears with red eyes.

Mark Smith sat in an expensive luxury convertible, his predatory gaze fixed on a single isolated hut. To conceal his lascivious glances, he wore oversized sunglasses and thought about the upcoming event. He had invested nearly 80 million in remaking "A Chinese Ghost Story", not to mention the other tactics he had employed. It was a significant investment. Thinking about the effects of the drug made his mouth dry, and he sighed. Like a spring, the more you resist, the stronger it becomes. If you resist too much, the outbreak will be even more intense. He couldn't wait to go in now, but he had to wait. He had invested so much and spent so much, all for today. He couldn't ruin everything because of a moment of impulse.

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"Can I help you with anything?" Licking his dry lips, Barrett Walker said with a pained expression. Such a beautiful girl! It's a pity she's not my type. "Can you make up for anything? This is my first kiss, which I've kept for eighteen years, you know?"

A soft remark touched his soft heart deeply, and the previously silent ice melted into soothing rain, leaving him with a special feeling for this woman. He felt more hatred than anything else, but it was a complex feeling that he couldn't quite express. What was this man going to do? At least for now, he couldn't resist.

Both fell silent, gazing at Barrett Walker's ordinary face, but his body was incredibly fit. Water flowed over his smooth, tanned skin, glistening like glass in the night. Julianna couldn't help but admire his physique. However, when she looked at his face, she couldn't help but feel it was a pity. Despite the dynamic beauty of his body, the tantalizing effects of the drug seemed to take hold, and she subtly applied blush to her face. She was irritated by Barrett Walker's silence and didn't understand where he got his arrogance from. She was a stunning beauty. Why could he remain so indifferent?

Barrett Walker felt extremely uncomfortable at that moment. His pants were wet, and to hide his embarrassing bulge, he had to hunch over, feeling tense as if he might snap at any moment. Faced with this situation, he was so nervous that he couldn't even look at her.

"Can you help me?" Julianna Menard almost gritted her teeth. Barrett Walker's silence had angered her, and she had no choice but to swallow her pride and ask for help. This man had no grace. He had slapped her, and now he was taking advantage of her. Her voice sounded like a gentle breeze, leaving warmth and comfort in her wake, making her entire body feel relaxed. She couldn't help but look at him and say, "I can help. I can do anything!"

"Are you men all so shallow? You say one thing but think another... Forget it! Maybe I'm being too hasty, asking you for help. Are you a student at Jazz High School? Are you here to fight?" Julianna's voice was soft, like a quiet drizzle in the night, as if afraid of disturbing the peace. Once again, Barrett Walker fell silent. This reserved man didn't speak, just nodded. She seemed to have discovered the interesting character of Barrett Walker and reached out to touch his face, giggling softly. "Little brother, are you angry? Don't you want your sister's help?"

Barrett Walker couldn't handle such a bold woman. He avoided her slender hand, stood up, and suddenly felt the full extent of his embarrassment. He erected a large tent in his pants. He exclaimed and quickly grabbed his soaked T-shirt to cover himself. His face turned as red as a baboon's backside, and if he knew how to swim, he probably would have jumped into the water. Embarrassed and not knowing what to do, he was in a state of panic.

"My sister was drugged in the real world, and at this moment, the pain is masking the effects of the drug. Can you help me? Our set is in the desert of Jazz High School." Julianna pleaded gently. Barrett Walker's heart trembled. He was still the same person who was ignored by everyone, but the knot in his heart had been untied. "I'm single, so who am I afraid of? Jenny Antell, huh!"

This hypocritical woman, would she have agreed to help me if it weren't for my brother, Baron? Even after I was captured and humiliated, she had to step on my wounded heart again.

After experiencing that strange dream, Barrett Walker had a good idea of what was going to happen. However, after jumping off the cliff, he had changed a lot. This was the first step in seeking change and not following the dream's trajectory, even though it was difficult.

"I helped you with no benefit to myself," Barrett Weakly asked, but had already confirmed that the medicine helped her and just wanted to seek a favor. Her eyes curved into a crescent moon, and her face bore a sickly sweet smile. "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything, I'm going to find your body now! No, I mean, your person," Barrett Weak said, unable to stand the disgusting expression any longer, feeling goosebumps all over, uncomfortable!

"Oh! That's right, I should be older than you, hm! Good little sister!" Barrett Weak finally mustered the courage to tease, then turned and ran away.

"Is my charm no longer effective?" Watching Barrett Weak run, Julia Menard's heart trembled, as if touched by tenderness, yet she didn't realize that the ice in her heart had quietly melted from Barrett Weak's brazen behavior. Touching her carefully sculpted face, she felt infatuated, a little intoxicated.

"Is this considered driving away the wolves only to welcome the tigers? Perhaps not!" Julia Menard heard Barrett Weak's teasing as he turned away, touching her chin with a lovesick expression, no longer a hint of innocence or sadness from before.

"Sigh! I have to hurry, if someone else takes advantage of her, I'll be the one crying." Barrett Weak put on a T-shirt and felt around his body, but couldn't find the external connector. He realized his connector had been taken by Kevin Maruk when they were getting equipped. This aristocratic high school lackey, no wonder he was captured.

He cursed angrily, "If only his parents used that money for a walk." He had to quickly find Kevin Maruk and get the connector back.

Alone! Looking at the steep cliff, he sighed heavily, "If I didn't faint at the sight of blood, I could have been an officer for three generations!"

With a strong leap upwards, he unexpectedly rose more than two meters, grabbing the smooth stone wall with his hands. In the online world, everything is determined by one's inherent potential, creating another reality.

As a descendant of the War God family, how could his physical condition be lacking in any way? But no matter how good his physique, under the cover of fainting at the sight of blood, all the splendid aura would only pale in comparison. Remember!

This is a Darwinian society.