Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 269: Xiao He: If You’ve Got Something to Say, Say It—Wanna Try Throwing Hands?

”Cough, OʼDeen, you should say less.”

Luca, who was driving in front, glared at the loose-lipped OʼDeen through the rearview mirror, then apologized to Xiao He: ”Sorry, OʼDeen previously had a rather poor impression of Chinese celebrities, so some of the things he said before and now might be quite harsh, but his intention wasnʼt to target you specifically or China. He actually holds you in very high regard and has mentioned you to us several times before.”

OʼDeen also belatedly offered an awkward apology: ”Sorry, I said the wrong thing again.”

Xiao He didnʼt mind, but he was somewhat curious.

OʼDeen naturally had a bias against Chinese actors.

No wonder his attitude was so poor during their first meeting, with such terrible tone, like a firecracker that made people confused.

But who exactly gave OʼDeen such a bad impression? And it almost affected him too.

”Has the racing team had contact with other Chinese actors before?”

”Not exactly contact, just didnʼt like the other partyʼs behavior.”

OʼDeen didnʼt continue with details, instead pointing out the window scenery to Xiao He: ”Speaking of which, is this your first time in Italy? This is still the urban area currently, weʼll be heading to the suburbs soon where there are very few shops. Do you want to look around and buy some snacks first?”
Xiao He could only turn his gaze to the car window.

Mengla was considered a small city near Milan, usually accommodating some tourists from there. The surrounding street scenes featured architecture with distinctive Italian characteristics, mixed with some ancient buildings from historical periods.

Especially their churches here - the exterior walls were made of very classic Gothic black and white striped marble, looking majestic and solemn. Xiao He could even see some well-dressed people standing outside the church, already devoutly pressing their palms together toward the church direction and bowing their heads in prayer.

The religious traditions here were particularly strong. Although Xiao He didnʼt believe in any of it, he respected them, so he just glanced briefly before quickly looking away.

OʼDeen was American and didnʼt believe in these things himself. However, during their quiet conversation, he secretly told Xiao He that some local race car drivers here would specifically come to these churches to pray before competitions.

The Mengla circuit itself was located in an area with particularly strong religious atmosphere, surrounded by several historically significant churches. The nearest famous church was only a few kilometers from the racetrack - drivers could even hear the church bells ringing next door during races.

So in previous yearsʼ competitions, it was common for race car drivers to stop by a church on their way to the race to offer prayers.

This could be considered some unique local customs abroad.

Before anyone could say anything more, intense sports car engine roars suddenly came from the adjacent road.

”Vroom—”

The noisy engine sounds instantly brushed past their slowly moving vehicle, heading toward the direction of the racetrack ahead.

Everyoneʼs ears even went momentarily deaf.

Xiao Chen pressed against the car window, watching the two luxury sports cars speed away, clicking his tongue lightly: ”Wow, this is still considered a neighborhood area, right? Can they already race here?”

Speaking of which, isnʼt street racing illegal abroad too?

Luca, who was driving, cursed several times in English.

OʼDeen also frowned tightly, responding to Luca in English: ”We encounter these rude guys every year!”

”Yeah, theyʼll know theyʼre wrong when those people come after them later.”

Luca complained while continuing to drive slowly forward.

Xiao He quickly asked OʼDeen: ”Whatʼs the reason for this?”

”That section we just passed was church area.” OʼDeen pointed to the position they had just driven past. ”Although people may not have faith, they voluntarily reduce their speed and noise, but those guys are so impolite.”

Disturbing Godʼs tranquility.

Xiao He instantly understood.

This was like street racing in front of a temple entrance.

Although not illegal, it was very taboo.

”Wow, wonʼt they get beaten up for that?”

Xiao Chen was also quite surprised.

”Theyʼve already run off, what can we say? It depends if any believers take it seriously.” OʼDeen shrugged. ”But as you know, there are mafia here.”