Global Film Emperor

Chapter 293 Forced Fight
"Damn, this is a mess."

As Lu Ze walked past the street carrying his luggage, he muttered a curse under his breath as he watched the crowd walking in his direction. He then took a few steps back to let them pass.

Lu Ze truly hadn't expected Paris to be in such chaos. Last night, there was a robbery by refugees, resulting in the accidental killing of a Canadian tourist and a local Parisian.
Back in China, Lu Ze hadn't really paid much attention to this matter. He only knew that it was best not to go out in Paris at night and not to reveal his address. It was okay in the wealthy areas, but if you went to the black neighborhoods at night, six or seven out of ten people would be robbed.

Eight or nine years have passed since the refugees were first accepted, but the social security problems in these European countries have not been resolved. On the contrary, the demolition of refugee camps has led to more riots and collective resistance, and the conflict between locals and refugees is intensifying.

But Lu Ze never expected to encounter this on his second day in Paris. Starting last night, local Parisians began to march and protest, calling for refugees to leave France, and several violent incidents occurred.

Lu Ze didn't express any opinion on this, after all, he was just a tourist and had no right to say anything. He was just glad that China hadn't accepted refugees, and at the same time, he was increasingly disgusted with those idiots in China who were calling for the acceptance of refugees.

Last night's incident occurred at the subway entrance not far from Lu Ze's residence. Lu Ze was going to take the subway there to reach Lyon station in the 12th arrondissement. Out of sympathy for the victim, Lu Ze bought a bouquet of flowers from a roadside flower shop and placed them on the spot where the incident occurred.

Photos of the two individuals were laid out on the ground; they both appeared to be quite young. Apparently, the local girl was traveling in Paris with her Canadian boyfriend, and after a day of sightseeing, they were heading home when this incident occurred as they exited the subway.

He sighed for the two young lives, picked up his luggage and was about to walk towards the subway when a bottle came flying at him, smashing on the ground less than ten meters away. The shards of glass bounced to Lu Ze's feet.

Fight
Right at the subway station entrance, a conflict broke out among more than twenty people, and they started fighting. The French certainly know how to be romantic, but when pushed to the limit, who cares about romance? They'll just throw their fists at them!
A while ago, another refugee camp was demolished in Paris, which caused many refugees to live in the subway station. When they saw the fighting outside, they joined in the battle, and the number of refugees began to increase rapidly. There was nothing Lu Ze could do but quickly pull his suitcase away and wait for the police to come and resolve the situation.

After waiting for several minutes, the police did not arrive. Instead, a group of armed refugees, carrying wooden sticks and other clubs, rushed into the crowd and began beating locals and even refugees from other countries.

Lu Ze glanced toward the scene of the fight and suddenly felt someone secretly pulling on the zipper of his backpack. He turned around and saw a dark-skinned, skinny man behind him who had already taken out Lu Ze's wallet. Seeing that Lu Ze had noticed him, the man was not afraid and even more brazenly tried to snatch Lu Ze's suitcase.

If he had only taken the wallet, Lu Ze might have let him leave, since he had already put all the documents he needed into the anti-theft bag on his chest beforehand. There was nothing in the wallet except for a little over two thousand euros. As long as his personal safety was not a problem, that was fine.

But stealing the suitcase won't work! It contains his ID card and other domestic documents, a formal dress for the film festival, and a watch worth over a million yuan. If he tries to steal that, can Lu Ze remain indifferent?
"Fuck you."

Lu Ze couldn't fight him now, because if he dared to rob someone as big as Lu Ze, he must have brought at least a few people with him. Taking advantage of the fact that his attention was focused on the suitcase, Lu Ze twisted his waist, stretched out his leg, and delivered a high roundhouse kick that struck the little black monkey directly in the chin, knocking him into shock.

And then what? Run! Otherwise you'll get beaten to death!
Without picking up the wallet on the ground, Lu Ze picked up his suitcase and started running. Sure enough, six or seven refugees with wooden sticks jumped out from behind him. They picked up the wallet without even looking at how much money was in it, and chased Lu Ze away with their sticks.

"I've already given you my wallet! Are you still not done yet?!"

Because he was wearing Doc Martens and carrying a suitcase, Lu Ze turned around and realized that he was not as fast as these people and was about to be caught up. He turned around angrily and cursed.

Whether these people heard him clearly or not, they continued to relentlessly pursue Lu Ze, shouting in a language he couldn't understand, which probably wasn't anything nice.

Lu Ze ran as fast as he could, not caring that the group was only a few meters away from him. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness hit him, making his legs go weak and causing him to stumble and almost fall. He became even more anxious.

"Stop messing with me! This is a completely unfamiliar place, what are you doing running out here! Are you really going to fight them?!"

"If you don't fight back, are you prepared to be caught and have someone hit you on the head with a stick? Don't you still have to attend the film festival? I'll take care of things for you."

"You talk as if you can fight six or seven people bare-handed. You think you won't get hit when you fight them?"

"We have to take the beating."

Lu Ze turned his head and saw that the fastest man was less than two meters away from him. He suddenly stopped, grabbed his suitcase with both hands, and slapped it horizontally across the man's face, sending him flying into the air and crashing to the ground. Instantly, Lu Ze bent down to pick up the wooden stick. There was a sound of a stick being swung through the air above his head. Lu Ze sat down on the ground with a thud, pushed off with his heels, and slid back half a meter. He used his left hand to brace himself on the ground and barely managed to turn around and get up.

"Chase, chase again, come on, let me see you chase one more."

The eldest brother couldn't speak a foreign language, so he mumbled in Chinese and blew his bangs, which were obscuring his vision, upwards.

It didn't budge. He could only reach up and pull his hair back, his chest heaving violently. Lu Ze panted heavily, brandishing the stick at the remaining five people, and preemptively swung the stick at the nearest one.

The man initially thought Lu Ze was aiming for his head and tried to block it with the stick, but he didn't expect Lu Ze to hit him not in the head, but in the hand holding the stick. How painful is it for a solid wooden stick to hit your fingers? Anyway, the man let out a howl and was then kicked in the chest by Lu Ze.

Fighting is all about who's tougher. Lu Ze learned this from a fight with over a hundred people from the neighboring village when he was a kid. He was particularly ruthless, hitting joints or poking people's heads with sticks. The five people were screaming in pain as Lu Ze chased them down the street, yelling as he ran.

"Run! Aren't you getting excited? If I don't break your arms today, I'm still your son, you son of a bitch, run away again!"

This epic chase, where one man chased five opponents, left onlookers speechless. The fight only ended at the subway entrance, where the earlier brawl had taken place. The reason it ended wasn't because Lu Ze failed to catch up, nor because his opponents begged for mercy, but rather...
"Stop! Put down your weapons! Lie down on the ground! One warning! Two warnings!"

After looking at the large group of people involved in the fight lying on the ground, and the five people also lying on the ground, and then at the police officers holding riot shields, carrying batons, wearing black bulletproof vests and black helmets, he returned to the city and handed the mess over to Lu Ze.

Opening his eyes, Lu Ze found no pain. However, he was dumbfounded when he saw the group of people standing in front of him. He had no choice but to follow the others, throw the stick on the ground, raise his hands and lie face down. Then someone pressed his back down with a knee and handcuffed him.

"Are all Chinese people really this good at fighting?"

"Officer, would you believe me if I said I was forced to fight back?"

“I believe you, but as a foreigner, you must come back with us to assist with the investigation. I will contact the embassy for you. If it is confirmed that you were forced to retaliate, then you will be fine. Okay, now get up, kneel on the ground, and I will help you up.”

Do you have a head cover? A brown paper bag will also be fine.

"No."

Lu Ze is famous again, and this time internationally, but not for the kind of fame that comes with a hit movie or winning an award at Cannes.

Now everyone knows that there's an actor in China who's incredibly skilled in combat, capable of taking on seven people at once and chasing a bunch of desperate refugees all over the streets.

Among them, one had a dislocated jaw, foamed at the mouth and almost choked to death on his own vomit; one suffered a moderate concussion after being hit by a suitcase; one had three fingers broken on his right hand; one had a fractured rib; one had his eye socket pierced by a stick, resulting in a fractured brow bone, a ruptured blood vessel in his eyeball, and almost went blind, now looking like he has conjunctivitis; one had a dislocated elbow and three teeth knocked out; and the others all had some kind of problem.

"It's alright, Aunt Han. I wasn't hit. The police checked the surveillance footage and confirmed that they robbed me first. I was justified in my self-defense, which was legal. It doesn't count as excessive self-defense. I didn't hit them when they turned to run away. Um, the embassy staff are negotiating with the police. I estimate they'll be able to leave in a few hours."

Lu Ze sat awkwardly in the chair, answered the phone, and took a small sip of coffee. The embassy staff next to him looked at Lu Ze helplessly, not knowing what to say.

However, Lu Ze is now relieved that he knew Paris was in a bit of chaos and didn't bring Wang Zixuan along. Otherwise, if something happened, it would be really hard to explain to her family.

After that, Song Guiyuan and a group of friends and family members called. After asking if Lu Ze was safe, they joked that Lu Ze was now so famous that he was on CCTV News. However, Lu Ze hung up on them halfway through the conversation.

Lu Ze is also a bit worried now. According to the schedule, he should have already boarded the train and be arriving in Cannes soon to prepare for tonight's awards ceremony. But now he's in jail.

Zhuang Yu and Wang Zhen called Lu Ze several times, repeatedly asking if he could arrive before the ceremony, but Lu Ze was unsure.
After filling out numerous documents and signing many names, two and a half hours later, Lu Ze took a photo, successfully leaving himself a "criminal record." In the future, the entire European Union could find Lu Ze's glorious deeds, almost like a professional boxer. If Lu Ze got into a fight again, in a loose sense, it would be considered as assault with a weapon.

"Mr. Lu, you can go now. I'm sorry that your trip to France wasn't very pleasant. I hope you can feel the warmth of the French people in the days to come. I wish you good luck in winning the Palme d'Or."

After shaking hands with a police chief whose waist was twice as thick as his own, Lu Ze, led by embassy staff, got into a car bound for Cannes.

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(End of this chapter)