Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 932 - 931 caught in a hurricane

Chapter 932: 931 caught in a hurricane

The Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles, situated on the northern end of Hollywood Avenue, shares the same street with the Chief Theater and the Dolby Theatre, with less than a hundred meters in between. Not far behind it stands the iconic “Hollywood” sign, a landmark of the city for decades.

This area could be considered the heart of Hollywood. Countless films premiere here every year, while the annual Oscar ceremony is firmly held at the Dolby Theatre. With visitors from all over the world treading the Star Avenue underfoot, this place buzzes with activity year-round.

Today is no exception.

The year’s most anticipated film, “Avengers 4,” which will draw the decade-long Marvel Universe to a close, is undoubtedly the hottest of hot topics.

Since 24 hours ago, fervent fans have been lining up along Hollywood Avenue, brimming with excitement and anticipation for the premiere.

Sure enough, the scene does not disappoint—

Undeniably worthy of being the event of the year, half of Hollywood has turned out in force. From actors to producers, celebrities to corporate executives, they all show up in style.

Whether directly connected to the film or not, everyone desires to be present here; it has practically become a badge of trendiness.

No one wants to miss out.

The first half of the red carpet sees all sorts of people making their entrance, warming up the atmosphere early. Entire blocks surrounding the Chinese Theatre are cordoned off, flooding every square inch of four streets with frenzied fans, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Finally, the cast of “Avengers 4” makes their grand appearance.

Leading the pack is… “Thor,” Chris Hemsworth.

A somewhat unexpected choice.

But upon reflection, it makes perfect sense—Chris Hemsworth himself half-jokingly admitted, “No one wants to go first; it’s going to be absolute chaos later on. So, I thought I might as well kick things off. Look, the entire red carpet is mine now.”

Indeed!

The Chinese Theatre erupts into frenzy at the arrival of the first main cast member—and it’s Thor. The screams and shouts instantly soar two levels higher. Girls summon every ounce of strength they have to call “Chris’s” name, hoping this sizzling, primal force of a man will turn his head toward them.

A single glance would be enough, enough to leave them melting into a puddle.

In modern Hollywood, there’s no shortage of “Chris.” Even within the “Avengers” cast, there are three—Chris Evans, Chris Pratt, and Chris Hemsworth.

If one shouted “Chris,” like the legendary “Golden Horned King and Silver Horned King,” echoes would respond from all directions within the cast. By making his early entrance, Hemsworth cleverly monopolizes the crowd calling “Chris,” a truly wise move.

The star-studded cast strategically arranges their order, aiming for grander entrances later. Besides Robert Downey Jr., who stands irrefutably as the absolute leading figure, figuring out the pecking order of the rest becomes an intricate game. Even Hollywood’s top agents and publicists would struggle to sort it out.

Here, Hemsworth demonstrates his savvy.

Kicking things off, stealing the spotlight.

Standing before the press, his smile radiates ease and brilliance.

Afterward, Karen Gillan, Tessa Thompson, Sebastian Stan, and others make their appearances one after another. Yet none of them manages to overshadow Hemsworth; the focus remains firmly on him.

Hemsworth relishes the moment—a time meant solely for him—as he transforms the premiere of “Avengers 4” into his personal “Thor” premiere.

With his spirits soaring, he feels as if he’s flying high.

But then, chaos brews from the front of the red carpet. Surging heatwaves rumble, ready to explode at any second. Everyone’s attention shifts in unison.

Including Hemsworth.

So, who could it be?

Scarlett Johansson? Or Chris Evans?

Judging by the commotion, it could even be Chadwick Boseman.

Hemsworth glances wistfully—he’d hoped his exclusive spotlight could last a while longer.

At the end of the scene, amidst the bustling crowd and cacophony, a gut-wrenching scream pierces the air. It explodes with an energy so immense that it tears through the heatwave.

“Li Wei!”

Whipping all around, heads snap toward the origin of the sound. Suddenly, the throng rushes madly toward Li Wei.

“Levi”?

Which Hollywood celebrity goes by that name? Could he be an up-and-coming influencer or a buzzworthy Gen Z personality?

No one reacts immediately—the connection doesn’t click.

Hemsworth is utterly confused: ??? Who?

The rolling tide of commotion on the red carpet pauses momentarily in an almost surreal freeze-frame—thanks to the confusion and surprise, as more and more pairs of eyes lock onto the entrance.

Carefully scrutinizing the tall, upright figure, thoughts slowly begin to coalesce—

“Ariana!”

“Swift!”

Some recognize Li Wei through Ariana, others through Swift; the image in each person’s mind varies completely.

Enemies meet, and tensions flare sharply.

In an instant, the atmosphere is taut like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

And then, adding to the sudden shift, a third voice emerges with commanding authority.

“Edgerunner!”

Finally—finally, someone recalls Li Wei from his Super Bowl performance.

And then?

Then everything boils over—like an erupting volcano.

The space plunges into chaos, swept up in a whirlwind of madness.

Li Wei?

Wait, Li Wei?

What on earth is Li Wei doing at the international premiere of “Avengers 4”?

Who invited him? Could it truly be Scarlett? Were Ariana and Swift mere smoke bombs, with Li Wei scheming something bigger?

Following his appearance on “Saturday Night Live,” Li Wei turns up again in the entertainment spotlight—what does this signify? Could Li Wei actually be positioning himself as the next Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson?

A flood of questions, like a herd of alpacas, rushes in waves.

Hemsworth: Huh? Wait, what’s going on? Which Li Wei is this? Why does it seem as though everyone has completely lost their minds? Can someone explain?

But before Hemsworth can react, the intensity immediately morphs into hysteria, unleashing an astonishing burst of energy.

Ah!

Ahhh, ahhhhhh!

The crowd explodes, with roaring waves of mania sweeping across everything and engulfing Li Wei in a swirling tempest.

Donald pauses: This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Online, the traffic wasn’t like this; how did reality turn into this chaos?

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Suddenly, Donald realizes their understanding of social media dynamics might have been slightly off.

“Li Wei ahhhhhh…”

“I love you, Li Wei!”

“Li Wei, marry me!”

The chants erupt everywhere, wildly overlapping in the air.

Hands reach out one after another, frantically stretching toward him, shouting hoarsely to the point of tears, entirely losing their minds.

The scene descends step by step into uncontrollable madness, as if the red carpet beneath their feet has ignited into blazing flames. The air twists, waves of heat saturate the space, pores open across the body desperate for oxygen—and yet the sensation is one of melting away into oblivion.