Film and Television: Starting from Leading Three Thousand Disciples Ashore

The fire gradually subsided, but the sea was still shrouded in mist.

"Barbarians!"

Lu Wendong suddenly shouted, "The fire needs to be put out!"

"Let's go check the situation."

"Walk!"

A group of people rushed down from the top of the mountain.

"Danger, danger, don't go."

A group of police officers blocking the way at the foot of the mountain spread their arms wide.

"Danger my ass!"

Lu Wendong slapped the policeman who was blocking the way across the face, and then, along with Manzi and the others, jumped into the sea with several splashes.

The widest part of the entire typhoon shelter is less than 500 meters.

For the Tanka people who make a living by wading in the waves, this short distance is so small that they could swim back and forth several times with their eyes closed.

Burnt wood, as black as charcoal, floated on the sea.

A group of people swam vigorously toward the southeast corner, completely ignoring the shouts of the water police.

Actually, no one knew what to do, but everyone just wanted to swim closer and closer!

"That's all..."

Lu Wendong and his group struggled and finally plunged into the thick fog.

The rows of houseboats that used to be connected are gone!

All that could be salvaged were some unburnt pieces of wood and cloth, and plastic plates melted by the fire…

And swarms of mudskippers scalded by the seawater!

Everyone cried out, "It's all gone, everything is gone!"

Lu Wendong opened his eyes and looked around.

Previously, there were at least a hundred boats in this area.

Now, it's all empty.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and burnt food, which made Lu Wendong cough repeatedly.

Fortunately, this is the sea, and the air is circulating from all sides.

Otherwise, Lu Wendong really wouldn't have dared to bring Manzi and the others into the sea immediately.

He strained to open his eyes and looked around.

"There's someone there, someone's there..."

From within the white mist, a voice cried out, "Someone's dead! Someone's dead..."

With a splash, the group of Tanka people who had rushed over with Lu Wendong quickly swam towards the source of the sound.

"Who, who?"

His voice trembled slightly.

Logically speaking, since everyone went to worship the Heavenly Empress, no one should have stayed here.

However, no one can be sure whether their relatives, out of excessive anxiety, will rush back to claim their belongings.

"It's here too, it's here too..."

Two corpses, pale from being submerged in seawater, came into Lu Wendong's view.

Handsome Kun!

Silly Qiang!

Upon seeing the two corpses, Lu Wendong immediately felt a sense of relief.

"It's Handsome Kun!"

Lu Wendong shouted, "That's Liang Kun!"

"He started the fire!"

Everyone was shocked.

Lu Wendong didn't give anyone a chance to react: "Take them to the dock."

"Barbarians!"

"Don't let the cops take the body away."

A group of people immediately centered around Lu Wendong, and then dragged the two corpses towards the dock.

A walk around the pier revealed boaters rushing back to shore, as well as local residents who had come to watch the spectacle.

And police, etc.!

Everyone noticed Lu Wendong and his group's movements on the sea.

The two bodies were pulled onto the dock.

Lu Wendong pointed at Liang Kun and shouted at the water people who had gathered around.

"This is Hung Hing's Leung Kwan!"

"He burned our ship!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Lu Wendong roared, "The foreigners won't help us, the cops won't help us, anyone can come and bully us!"

"In order to make us obediently accept our fate, Liang Kun let him take 4% of the commission."

"So they set our ship on fire!"

"But this idiot doesn't know that our boats are all connected together and coated with tung oil."

"They didn't escape once the fire started."

Lu Wendong's words were, of course, full of flaws.

This is not a problem!

Sometimes, you don't need logic to do things.

All you need is a common goal and a common hatred.

Lu Wendong saw it very clearly.

The people on the water have been consumed by despair, and they desperately need an outlet.

"They burned our ships today, and if we don't say anything, they'll burn another group of ships tomorrow."

Lu Wendong shouted, "The foreigners have always wanted to drive us out of Shek Pai Wan."

"They want to build a yacht club here, fill Shek Pai Bay with yachts, and build luxury homes and high-rise buildings in Ap Lei Pai."

"They think we're in their way!"

Lu Wendong spoke each word clearly!

He stared at the people on the water who kept gathering around him.

"Now anyone can bully us!"

"We have no way out!"

Lu Wendong roared, "Now, all of us on the water only have one path."

He pointed forcefully forward: "Shoot it out!"

"Reclaim the fish market!"

"From now on, we, the people living on the water, will be in charge of Shek Pai Wan!"

Lu Wendong took the kitchen fish-killing knife from his waist and swiped it across his left palm.

Bright red blood dripped straight down the blade.

Lu Wendong smeared the blood on his forehead: "I, Lu Wendong, would rather die standing than live on my knees."

After saying that, Lu Wendong forcefully pushed through the crowd and walked towards the fish market.

The barbarian, like Lu Wendong, cut his palm and smeared the blood on his forehead.

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees."

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees."

One, two, three…

There were more than twenty young Tanka people following behind, all of them with bloodstains on their foreheads.

"Kill them!"

Lu Wendong didn't expect everyone to follow him.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

A dozen or so hateful Tanka people are enough to accomplish anything.

Lu Wendong rushed straight into the fish market: "Kill them!"

He has to fight tooth and nail to be unparalleled in power!

"Kill them!"

The barbarian roared and followed behind, shouting, "Kill!"

"Kill them!"

A group of Tanka people roared, their fish-killing knives gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Kill them!"

A man in his forties, a Tanka (boat-dwelling people) straightened his hunched back and casually picked up a carrying pole, shouting, "Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

The crowd surged like a tide.

Countless Tanka people, not knowing what was happening, all roared and followed behind.

"Kill them!"

Strong men ran at the front, older men in the middle, and women at the back.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The ground on the dock trembled involuntarily.

"They've gone mad, they've gone mad..."

Facing the Huangji Seafood Hotel on the main pier, Huang Yongqiang's face was pale and his legs were trembling.

His voice trembled as he said, "Quick, quick, close the door..."

"They've all gone mad! They're all insane!"

The crowd surged into the fish market like an anthill.

Clang, clang, clang, and soon more than a dozen people were dragged out of the fish market.

Lu Wendong raised his knife and stabbed through the chest of a thug in front of him.

Blood gushed out like arrows, hissing as it stained half of Lu Wendong's body red.

"Kill them!"

Puff puff!

Blood was flowing profusely at the scene.

"The Tanka people have gone mad..."

The onlookers were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.

Chan Ho-nam, Chicken, and others were also running frantically toward the Shek Pai Wan Tunnel.

"These are lunatics, lunatics!"

"To kill someone in broad daylight!"

"How dare they? How dare they?"

Chan Ho-nam and his gang wished they had two more legs, and they ran forward with all their might.

After running several hundred meters, the group leaned against the roadside, panting heavily, and warily watching the direction of the fish market.

"What's wrong with these fishmongers?"

Chen Haonan looked down and realized why his feet hurt; he had lost one of his shoes while running.

His face was pale: "What exactly happened?"

The pheasant was panting, and he felt a burning pain in his lungs.

"Brother Nan, this isn't the time for that."

"Yes, it's the fish market. It seems... it seems we might not be able to get it back..."