20 Supporting Male Roles in the Entertainment Industry

Nakao Company is a subsidiary of a multinational corporation. According to Keiji Haiya’s knowledge, the owner of this company belongs to a renowned noble family in the Sang Kingdom, a family that has maintained ambiguous ties with many prime ministers.

“Foolish child, don’t cry. If you keep crying, I’ll have to punish you again, okay~” When Zhong Jiong spoke, Hu Zhe’s tears flowed like beads breaking free from their strings.

Everyone present was momentarily stunned. Military industry was not so simple; producing ordinary firearms was easy, but that would hardly enhance the Mongzhou army’s strength. To develop mid-to-high-end military technology, the crucial element was skill.

These two arms were coated in a glossy black, oozing a viscous liquid. Peculiar protrusions adorned them—some resembling skulls, others three-dimensional eyes, or tongues barbed with spines.

Yet this cloth sack was vast, large enough to fill the cargo hold of a large truck.

At that moment, Gu Qian’s figure grew ever taller, like a towering mountain blocking the biting cold wind.

Anyang chose not to enter the ward, nor even the hospital itself, for it was riddled with surveillance cameras.

As long as spiritual power activated the male mirror, the true energy of heaven and earth could be channeled through the male mirror input and output through the female mirror.

This time, the makeup and hairstyle were far superior to the last livestream he did with Kim Taeyeon and Lee Soon-kyu.

“Since they have entered this Ten Directions Secret Realm, naturally there is no chance of survival. Even those with Divine Transformation cultivation can only flee when faced with us!” said a strange creature with three bodies but only one head and two legs.

Jiang Han smiled bitterly. Though his official rank was high and he had taken the initiative to surrender, sparing him from torture and granting him ample provisions, he knew death was inevitable. Tormented by worry about implicating his family, he brooded day and night, his complexion gradually fading.

The two stood before the hut amidst the howling gale, exchanging glances. Li Ruolan was angry, while Chu Li appeared indifferent, his gaze boldly appraising her.

***

“Master, a few days ago you treated us to a seafood feast, but what is this? Each one looks so hideous!” Michael gazed helplessly at the vast flying army of demon clans that obscured the sky. Honestly, couldn’t Lin Mu, their master, let them eat something normal for once?

The Pope of Light held a lofty position and wielded great power, controlling the heartland of humanity for years and frequently intervening in mortal affairs.

Zhou Luo and I clearly saw that when Li Nan fired his gun, Lu Chengying had ample time to dodge—but he did not.

It was like the path of cultivation between the Great Thunder Sound Temple, the Wheel Turning Temple, and the Diamond Temple—completely different. Even acquiring the other’s treasures was of little use. For example, the Diamond Relic was a supreme treasure to the monks of the Diamond Temple but served only to calm the mind for the Great Thunder Sound and Wheel Turning Temples.

Shao Hua turned her head, staring incredulously at her husband, unable to understand why he had suddenly changed his demeanor. Yet years of tacit understanding told her Zhang Guangfu was surely holding something back.

The leader of the sea tribe wore an expression of cold indifference. As long as they did not admit, that was enough; they had many supporters backing their cause.

The name Shen Li was somewhat familiar—a merchant whose attitude toward the Maritime Trade Office was ambiguous, neither supporting nor opposing, and who was rumored to have occasional friction with Ma Gaoyi.

“Kill!” Old Wolf’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. He circulated the energy flow within his body and stood upright. At that moment, his supernatural ability surged outward, his body engulfed in fierce yellow flames, radiating a powerful aura all around.

“Where are you going? Damn it! Don’t mind him!” Watching Sun Wu walk off in another direction, everyone else turned away, no longer caring. After all, who cared whether he lived or died?

The four elders looked upon the old man’s divine power with reverence. Their gazes swept toward the gate, solemn expressions appearing on their weathered faces. This caused Lin Xiao, standing beside them, to furrow her brows with suspicion.

Ye Feng felt an overwhelming, incomparable force emanating from the opponent’s sword, as if it could blast him flying backward.

Just as the spaceship was about to enter the spatial tunnel, an explosion suddenly erupted in the direction of Planet X. The entire planet shattered, fragments tumbling everywhere. The shockwave from the blast spun Hao Cheng’s ship uncontrollably in space. He was utterly unable to regain control.

***

Bing Xue smiled sweetly, holding the hands of Bing Chen and Ai Jia, gracefully walking toward the luxurious ship, leaving Ye Zi alone behind.

While the four deliberated on a strategy, no one chose to disturb them, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. This earned the four’s deep satisfaction.

“Bing Xue, what’s wrong with you?” Ai Qi was truly frightened, never having seen Bing Xue so dull and expressionless.

At this point, Ye Feng had completely broken free from the murderous realm he had been trapped in moments ago. The bloodthirsty aura around him vanished entirely, leaving him looking like a somewhat robust, elegant youth—completely unlike the fearsome killing god he had been before.

Generally speaking, when an evil aura becomes so dense it is visible to the naked eye, it usually signifies the presence of demons or monsters, or perhaps a rift to hell itself.

The Aya Ghost King, who had been guarding atop the bed, floated down upon their return, curiously scanning them from side to side.

Though it was nearly eleven o’clock, it was still peak time. Doctors and patients passing by saw the banner being unfurled and were all taken aback, causing a chaotic scene.

It goes without saying that while the concept of the “Serpent Pattern” was good, many details still needed refinement.

Xiao Heihu struggled to open his exhausted eyes and smiled at them, saying, “Don’t cry. You must promise me that you will never fight again. I truly do not want to be endlessly entangled by your disputes.”