In Huayu, the career reward is spy

Chapter 209 The Silent Mountain Path!
The nights in Hong Kong are brighter than in Shanghai.

Ji Yu stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the bustling Hong Kong.

Beneath this bustling facade lurks a dark side.

Perhaps right now, there are gangsters fighting on the street.

There may also be smuggling fishing boats transporting goods on the distant beach.

In the dark alley, scantily clad women were soliciting customers.

Gamblers were gathered together gambling in a dilapidated village house.

This is a magical city.

Movies are merely a reflection of reality; the real world is far more fascinating than any film.

Downstairs at the hotel, Huo Wenxi, wearing a long black trench coat and carrying an elegant handbag, walked into the hotel lobby and silently entered the elevator.

dong dong dong.

Ji Yu opened the door, and Huo Wenxi quickly walked in. After closing the door, she turned around and hugged him.

Having not seen Ji Yu for a month, Huo Wenxi missed him terribly, and all her longing and passion turned into a hot, wet kiss.

After a long while, the two separated and smiled at each other.

Huo Wenxi took out a document from his bag and said, "I've taken care of the investment for you."

Ji Yu didn't look at the document; he simply picked her up and carried her into the suite's bedroom.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; let's talk about work later.

After a long while, Ji Yu got out of bed and poured himself a glass of wine.

Huo Wenxi struggled to get up and said in a hoarse voice, "Pour me a glass."

Ji Yu downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp, then turned and picked her up, kissing her dry lips and passing the wine to her.

Huo Wenxi gripped his shoulders, unable to resist tightening her grip slightly, feeling as if the alcohol was about to make her completely drunk.

With hydration replenished, World War II resumed.

Life should be enjoyed to the fullest!
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Wenxi, panting, stared blankly at the ceiling.

After she had rested, she got out of bed and went to look for Ji Yu, only to find him looking at an investment contract.

"Do you need my help?" Huo Wenxi asked, leaning against the door, worried that Ji Yu wouldn't understand the business contract.

Ji Yu looked up at her and smiled, "No need, I have an MBA."

"You're so amazing!" Huo Wenxi replied jokingly. She knew Ji Yu's background and that he had not received such education.

She didn't need to explain the contract; there was no tampering with it, it was a very standard film investment contract.

Ji Yu quickly reviewed the contract and found no problems.

He looked at Huo Wenxi and said, "Are you aware that the Xiang family is looking for me?"

"I don't know, did they contact you?" Huo Wenxi frowned and walked over.

Ji Yu hummed in agreement and chuckled, "I rejected you."

Huo Wenxi sat down next to him and said, "I'll go say hello; they'll give Mr. Yang face."

"No need, I can handle it myself." Ji Yu didn't want to rely on others, and he didn't want Huo Wenxi to get involved.

He welcomes business collaborations and will abide by the law, but he will personally deal with gray-market profit chains.

Some people just deserve a beating; they don't know their place!
Just as Ji Yu was about to whisper something to Huo Wenxi, the phone in the guest room rang.

He reached out and answered the phone; the receptionist's voice came through.

"Mr. Ji, someone left a gift for you at the front desk. Would you like me to take it up to you?"

"Who is the other party?"

"There is a business card that reads 'China Star Film Company'."

"Okay, please keep this for me, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and looked at Huo Wenxi, who was full of curiosity.

"The Xiang family has sent something over. What do you think it could be?"

"A gift, or maybe a threat." Huo Wenxi also found the Xiang family somewhat annoying, always wanting to get involved in any good project they saw.

greedy!

It's no wonder Zhou Xingxing left the Xiang family; he only managed to escape the Xiang family after finding a powerful backer.

His backer is not, as rumored, Han Laosan from China Film Group.

If Stephen Chow had relied on Han Laosan, he would have been kidnapped and forced to make Category III films long ago.

When did Zhou Xingxing and Han Laosan first meet? How could the Xiang family tolerate it for so many years?

What a joke!

Ji Yu is quite familiar with the intricacies of Hong Kong.

Deng Guangrong, a figure in the Hong Kong film industry, was also a gangster.

The next morning, Huo Wenxi left for work early, and Ji Yu went downstairs to the front desk to get his things after waking up and having breakfast.

On his way to the film set, Ji Yu opened the box. Inside was a watch and a business card.

First courtesy, then force; this time a watch, next time a clock?

Ji Yu simply threw the things out the window, too lazy to even bother with them.

On the set of Infernal Affairs, Ji Yu yawned boredly; most of his scenes were filmed at night.

There were too many night scenes filmed in Infernal Affairs 2, and the Ni family's scenes were always in darkness, as if they couldn't be redeemed without seeing the sun.

Ji Yu's character is similar; he has more scenes at night than during the day.

When Ji Yu was bored, Guan Xi walked over awkwardly.

"Hey, Mr. Edison Chen, I thought you'd forgotten about me," Ji Yu teased with a smile.

Edison Chen looked embarrassed, flicked his blond hair, and explained, "I've been quite busy lately."

Ji Yu laughed and said, "Busy dating, huh? How's it going with Ajiao?"

Upon hearing Ah Jiao's name, Edison Chen's face showed an unnatural expression. He remembered that Ah Jiao had obtained Ji Yu's song. They had clearly left together, so how did Ah Jiao get the song?

He looked into Ji Yu's eyes and found that he was not guilty at all, and couldn't help but wonder if he had guessed wrong.

He thought for a moment and said to Ji Yu, "I've already broken up with her."

"Broken up? That's a shame." Ji Yu stretched and said, "Wenxi told you about Initial D, right?"

Edison nodded; this was also the reason why he took the initiative to approach Ji Yu to ease tensions.

Ji Yu patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "Practice driving later. Oh, and remember not to imitate Xie Tingfeng, or Wenxi will be furious."

Edison Chen became suspicious when he heard him mention Wenxi repeatedly.

They didn't end up together, did they?
Forget it, it's none of my business, I won't worry about it!

After chatting with Edison Chen for a while, Ji Yu was called away to film a movie.

Time passed quickly, and night fell in the blink of an eye.

Ji Yu was wearing a helmet and leaning against the motorcycle, waiting to be filmed.

The scene we're filming later is his assassination attempt on the eldest son of the Ni family.

A ruthless killer who can kill with a single shot!
Ji Yu was very experienced, truly experienced, and he sped through the streets of Hong Kong on his motorcycle.

After filming the exterior scenes, it was time for the interior shooting scene. The prop master held a gun and taught Ji Yu how to fire it, and told him not to be startled by the sound after firing.

Ji Yu listened to his instructions but didn't take them seriously; it wasn't like he hadn't fired a gun before.

Even the prop masters who specialize in gunfights are not as familiar with firearms as he is.

After he finished rambling, Ji Yu skillfully ejected the magazine and checked the safety.

The bullets are fine; there are no bullet heads, so there's no need to worry about any problems.

Ji Yu didn't want to be framed and have the photographer shot dead.

The prop master, watching Ji Yu's skillful technique, realized he had spoken too much.

This move clearly shows he's a master; there's no need for him to waste words.

After completing the preparations, Ji Yu put his helmet back on and gave Liu Weiqiang an OK sign.

He adjusted his breathing, his expression gradually relaxed until it became completely expressionless, and then he jogged up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

As the wooden door behind the security door opened, the target was exposed to Ji Yu's eyes. Without hesitation, he took out a pistol from his bag, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!
A loud gunshot rang out.

Ji Yu didn't even glance at him before turning and leaving.

"Click! Passed!"

Liu Weiqiang was very satisfied with the scene just now. Ji Yu's acting skills were really good. He was cold, ruthless and decisive, which perfectly matched the character setting.

As Ji Yu walked down the stairs, he took off his helmet and rubbed his hair. A casual glance revealed several people acting suspiciously outside the film set.

Ji Yu pretended not to notice, but after secretly observing for a while, he discovered that the other person was staring at him.

This is directed at me.

Could it be someone from the Xiang family? They shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Perhaps it was someone arranged by the Fujian building materials merchant I hailed in Shanghai last time.

Many people in Fujian have close ties with Hong Kong gangsters.

His coming to Hong Kong to film might have given those people a good opportunity for revenge.

Ji Yu ignored those people and continued filming until after work, when he took the initiative to borrow Liu Weiqiang's motorcycle.

He even deliberately said loudly on set that he wanted to ride a motorcycle around.

Upon hearing this, the person keeping watch outside the film set took out their phone and sent a message.

After lingering on set for a while, Ji Yu got on his bike and rode away, heading towards Lantau Island.

The motorcycle quickly left the city, and the buildings on both sides of the road began to decrease.

On the quiet mountain road, only the roar of motorcycle engines could be heard.

Ji Yu checked the rearview mirror and saw that the van behind him hadn't lost him before he sped up a little.

The van behind suddenly accelerated, and its speed increased, as if it wanted to crash into the van to stage a car accident.

Ji Yu kept an eye on the speed of the car behind him. When he saw the other car accelerate, it suddenly swerved and slid into the drainage ditch before a bend.

The van that was about to crash into them was startled by the sudden turn of events, and the driver instinctively braked and swerved.

Bang!
The van crashed directly into a tree on the side of the road.

Ji Yu helped himself to his feet, took off his helmet, leaned against the motorcycle, and took out a cigarette to smoke.

It was quite a close call just now, so I'm having a smoke to calm my nerves.

The people inside the van were dazed and confused from the impact, and it took them more than a minute to open the door and get out.

Ji Yu flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the helmet, and walked over.

"Friends, who sent you here?"

The people opposite didn't say anything, but after exchanging glances, they rushed forward.

Ji Yu helplessly twirled the helmet in his hand, then went to meet him.

Bang bang bang!
The sound of helmets being hammered echoed continuously along the mountain road.

A few minutes later, seven or eight people were lying on the road. Ji Yu picked up his blood-stained helmet, walked up to the leader, and smashed it into his stomach.

"I'll ask you one more time, who sent you here?"

The man curled up in pain, groaned a few times, but still didn't say anything.

Ji Yu put the helmet aside, grabbed his hand, and twisted his fingers backward.

The man immediately let out a painful howl, staring in disbelief at his twisted fingers.

Ji Yu didn't say anything, but grabbed his middle finger and twisted it backward forcefully.

One or two men were in excruciating pain and cried out, "It's Boss Lin from Fujian! He's the one who sent us! We're just doing our jobs for money, please let me go!"

Ji Yu didn't speak, but continued to break his fingers until he broke the little finger of his right hand. Then he looked at him and asked, "Who sent you?"

The man completely broke down and loudly repeated what he had just said.

Ji Yu reached out and grabbed his other hand, then forcefully pried it open with a blank expression, causing the index finger to curl backward.

The man went completely mad, unable to understand why Ji Yu was so determined to break his own fingers.

After bending his index finger, Ji Yu grabbed his middle finger and looked at him, saying, "Do you want this hand?"

The man nodded frantically, almost kneeling down to kowtow to Ji Yu.

Ji Yu released his hand and took his wallet and phone from his body.

After playing for a while, I tossed him my wallet and phone.

"They're very fortunate, with both a son and a daughter, and their children attend prestigious private schools."

The man's expression changed; thinking of Ji Yu's ruthlessness, he trembled with fear.

"The rules of the underworld dictate that one's family should not be implicated in criminal activities!"

Ji Yu gave a wicked smile and shrugged, saying, "I'm not from the underworld. Here's your choice: go find Boss Lin and convey my gratitude to him. Also, tell him that I'll be visiting him in person in a while."

The man didn't understand what the gratitude meant. Just as he was about to ask, Ji Yu grabbed his right middle finger and snapped it off.

"Do you know how to relay this message?"

The man knelt on the ground, speechless with pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Ji Yu glanced at him, grabbed the helmet from the ground, and turned to leave.

This helmet is dirty.

Ji Yu found a bottle of water in the van, rinsed and wiped the mask clean before putting it on.

The roar of motorcycles suddenly filled the mountain road.

Only when the motorcycle's taillights disappeared on the mountain road did the man with the broken finger finally start cursing.

However, he didn't dare to continue after hurling one insult.

Ji Yu's ruthlessness exceeded his imagination; the cold expression on his face when he broke his fingers was even more terrifying than that of a killer in a movie.

He was a gangster, had beaten people before, and even killed someone once, but none of them were as ruthless as Ji Yu, who had no humanity in his eyes.

The man endured the pain as his twisted fingers rose from the ground and kicked his unconscious underlings awake one by one.

Go to the hospital first, get your wound treated, and then head to the mainland!
He dared not gamble on whether Ji Yu would harm his family; he had to go this time.

(End of this chapter)