Zhang Tao in his striped shirt wasn’t just angry—he was *performing* rage, like a villain who forgot he’s not the protagonist. Meanwhile, the uniformed man’s smug hand gestures? Classic power flex. The real star? The woman with the white ribbon—watching, waiting, already three steps ahead. The Iron Maiden doesn’t fight; she *orchestrates*. 🎭
That red carpet wasn’t for celebration—it was a battlefield. Li Wei’s finger-pointing felt like a trigger, and the moment the masked squad dropped from the rafters? Pure cinematic chaos. The Iron Maiden stood calm amid flying cash and bodies—her silence louder than any scream. 🩸🔥