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Chapter 221 I'm so sorry for letting you get so numb!

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—The next day, in the morning
At the narrow alley entrance of Mangu,
Chen Sicheng stared at the monitor, while the action choreographers of the Chen family stunt team communicated in hushed tones beside him.

The scene we're filming today is about Tang Ren learning he's wanted by the police, Qin Feng persuading him to turn himself in, and then encountering a trio of robbers led by Xiao Shenyang in an alleyway.

The subsequent kidnapping and interrogation about the gold's whereabouts, followed by a humorous escape, is a major highlight of the film.

Chen Sicheng is currently communicating with the action choreographer of the Chen Family Stunt Team to design the action sequences.

The alleyway battle scenes pay homage to the essence of action comedy, with props and exaggerated physical reactions being key elements.

The actor who can best utilize props and fight scenes globally is none other than "Furniture City God of War" "Brother Chen Long".

This alleyway opera,
Chen Sicheng still paid homage to his older brother, facing an attack from both sides, first using props to delay, and then launching a counterattack.

"If we want to emphasize the comedic effect, let's use the Mo Family Fist, which specializes in attacking the lower body."

The action choreographer from the Chen family stunt team immediately designed the action sequences based on the feedback.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen Sicheng's eyes lit up. "When Bao Qiang hits Shen Yang, the 'monkey stealing peach' move should have a ferocious expression, and the hand should be 'forceful'."
When we give Yingjun another "thousand-year kill" later, G's facial expression has to be exaggerated. We're making a comedy, so let loose.

After the drill, Chen Sicheng held up a megaphone.

"Alright, actors, get ready—Action!"

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Picking up where we left off, Xiao Yang received a call at the police station from Tang Ren, who had just been listed as a wanted criminal.

"Brother Tai, you..."

Holding his phone, Xiao Yang was sweating profusely. Under the watchful eyes of Huang Landeng and the bureau chief, his voice trembled uncontrollably:
"You...you what?! You actually dared to kill someone!"

He practically roared it out, with a desperate, blustering tone, "I'm giving you six hours to come to the police station and turn yourself in!"

Wang Baoqiang's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Tai, I..."

"What me!"

Xiao Yang abruptly interrupted, his eyes flashing wildly, and he spoke rapidly like a machine gun, "Don't you dare think about running away!"
Don't even think about leaving Thailand on a smuggling boat and then going to Vietnam, Myanmar, or Cambodia! Don't let me see you again, or I'll kill you in a heartbeat!

He abruptly hung up the phone, under everyone's watchful eyes.

With all his might, he roared out his final declaration:

"I—am sworn enemies of evil!!"

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In the narrow, damp alley,
Gu Qing, leaning on his knees, gasped for breath. His once impeccably tailored white shirt collar was ripped open, his tie hung askew around his neck, and his bangs, damp with sweat, clung to his smooth forehead, giving him a disheveled appearance.
"Or...or..."

Gu Qing took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Tang Ren, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, next to her. "Why don't you turn yourself in? Old Tai doesn't have the death penalty. At most... at most he'll only serve forty-odd years in prison before he gets out."

"Are you even speaking human language?!"

Wang Baoqiang suddenly turned around, his small eyes wide open, his finger trembling as he pointed at Gu Qing, spitting almost onto his face, "Just like that, he casually spent over forty years in prison?!"

What's the difference between that and being dead? I'm your uncle! Your own uncle!

"Cousin...cousin..." Gu Qing shrank back instinctively when he yelled at her, correcting him in a low but clear voice.

"Blood is thicker than water!"

Wang Baoqiang was so angry that he waved his hands wildly in the air.

The two walked and argued, their debate going on and on.

But ahead in the alley, a towering figure blocked the way, casting a large shadow.

Gu Qing and Wang Baoqiang stopped in their tracks at the same time, their hearts tightening, and they subconsciously turned around.

—At the end of the alley,
Wearing red-rimmed glasses, Xiao Shenyang and Zhao Yinjun with an afro also approached expressionlessly, and the narrow alley instantly became a dead end!
Sensing danger,
A fierce glint flashed in Wang Baoqiang's small eyes.
He let out a strange cry and decided to strike first!

Suddenly, he shoved a bundle of long bamboo poles leaning against the wall towards the most imposing "King Kong" at the front.

The bamboo poles toppled over with a crash, instantly disrupting King Kong's vision and movement. Then,

Wang Baoqiang reacted quickly, tearing off a tattered floral bed sheet that was drying nearby and, like casting a fishing net, swung it over Zhao Yinjun as he rushed up.

The afro was instantly swallowed up by the floral fabric.

Zhao Yingjun cried out "Ouch!" and struggled frantically.

Create a brief one-on-one opportunity.

Tang Ren had a clear objective. He crouched low and sprinted straight at Xiao Shenyang, who seemed to be the "leader".

With his right hand outstretched like a knife, he slashed fiercely at Xiao Shenyang's neck with a sharp and aggressive aura!

Xiao Shenyang was so struck by the sudden attack that he staggered and saw stars.

Fortunately,

Having freed himself from the bamboo pole, King Kong roared and pounced from behind, his two thick arms clamping down on Wang Baoqiang's chest and arms like iron hoops!
If your hands are bound, then use your feet.
Wang Baoqiang pushed off forcefully with both feet forward.
"Ouch! Holy crap!!"

A shrill, distorted scream erupted from Xiao Shenyang's mouth.

He instantly curled up like a boiled shrimp, clutching his groin tightly with both hands. His face turned from red to white and then to green, his features contorted in pain. He hopped around on the spot, gasping for breath.

This "deadly kick" was incredibly effective!

A formidable enemy has been defeated.
Using the reaction force from kicking against the wall, Wang Baoqiang suddenly sank downwards, slipping out of Jin Gang's bear hug.

The moment of landing,

Without hesitation, he viciously poked King Kong's eyes with two fingers.

"what--"

Vajra closed his eyes and cried out in pain.

With his other hand, Wang Baoqiang swung his palm like a knife, whistling through the air, and slashed fiercely at the side of Jin Gang's thick neck.
Then, he unleashed the ultimate secret of the "Southern School Mo Family Fist"—Monkey Stealing Peaches!
With his five fingers forming claws and a ferocious expression, he precisely grabbed at King Kong's lower body, and then twisted his wrist forcefully, as if trying to unscrew a stubborn bottle cap!

"Ugh—!"

Even King Kong's massive body couldn't withstand this "vital blow." He groaned in pain, clutched his groin, and bent over, losing his fighting ability.

At this moment, Zhao Yinjun finally managed to wriggle out of the bed sheet in a disheveled state, his afro drooping halfway down.

The moment he showed his face, King Kong was stealing peaches for the monkey.

And that little "devil" was looking at him with a fierce expression!
"Mom!"

Zhao Yinjun was terrified and dared not go forward. He let out a strange cry and turned to run away!
"Want to run?!"

Wang Baoqiang, his eyes bloodshot, leaned forward slightly, his index fingers pressed together like two poisonous thorns poised to strike, and charged forward in a single stride.

He unleashed a long-lost martial arts technique—the Thousand-Year Kill—on Zhao Yingjun's protruding buttocks!
"Pfft—Ughhhhhh!!!"

Zhao Yinjun's body stiffened instantly, and he let out a blood-curdling scream before collapsing to the ground.

"Southern Mo Family Fist, I concede!"

Wang Baoqiang finished his move with a somewhat comical gesture, his face radiating a mysterious confidence.

however--

"Snapped!!!"

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on Wang Baoqiang's smug face!
The force was so great that it knocked the camera lens off him.

Xiao Shenyang, seemingly enduring excruciating pain in his "vital area," stood behind him with a livid face, a gleaming silver pistol pointed at Gu Qing, who silently raised his hands.

His facial muscles twitched wildly with pain and anger. Looking at Wang Baoqiang, who had been slapped, he forced out a trembling, painful sound through gritted teeth.
"Concession? Concession my ass!!"

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(End of this chapter)