Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"Hiss—"

A collective gasp filled the warehouse.

All the onlookers unconsciously squeezed their legs together, as if that kick had landed on them.

Several of them even instinctively reached out and covered their groins.

"ah--!!!"

A belated scream finally broke through her throat.

Daliqi clutched his crotch tightly with both hands, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He curled up like a shrimp, veins bulging on his forehead, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The screams grew louder and louder, echoing through the warehouse.

The human body has a self-protection mechanism; excessive pain can cause a person to lose consciousness.

But the kick was too brutal; Daliqi struggled in excruciating pain, yet his consciousness lingered.

"I'll help you."

Zhang Wenjie's voice rang out again.

He stepped forward, his right leg whipping out like a whip, the sole of his shoe slamming into Daliqi's side of the face!

"Bang!"

The burly man, kneeling and wailing, was sent flying and crashed into the sink in the wash area.

The metal sink made a loud noise, and toothbrushes, toothpaste, and soap dishes scattered all over the floor.

Daliqi tilted his head and finally quieted down.

Only blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, spreading out in dark red patterns on the terrazzo floor.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Even the sound of dripping water in the toilet seemed to have disappeared.

Zhang Wenjie stood there, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tips of his shoes, and then casually threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the warehouse.

"Who's in charge here?" he raised his voice. "Come out here."

Two feet.

With just two kicks, the second-in-command of Warehouse No. 1 lay on the ground like a dead dog.

After a brief period of deathly silence, the storm arrived.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

Da Mi finally stood up next to the innermost bed.

He was in his forties, of medium build, with a shaved head and a scar on his left cheek that ran diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his chest was heaving violently.

What betting, what odds, screw them!

On his own turf, the leader was kicked down with two kicks. If word got out, Big Meow would never be able to work in Stanley again!

"What are you waiting for! Charge!"

Big Meow roars.

Upon receiving the order, the thugs seemed to wake from a dream and rushed towards Zhang Wenjie in twos and threes from all directions.

These people are all thugs trained by Big Mi. They usually act like tyrants in the warehouse and are ruthless.

They swarmed forward, raising their hands to gouge eyes and kicking groins—all despicable tactics.

"It seems your welcoming ceremony was quite unique."

Zhang Wenjie dodged the two fingers aimed at his eyes, his right hand gripping the other man's wrist like an iron clamp, twisting and prying it open—

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Before the man could utter a sound, Zhang Wenjie had already clenched his left fist, lunged forward, and punched him in the chin.

"Bang!"

His body, weighing over 100 pounds, flew backward, knocking over two of his accomplices who rushed at him.

"I like."

Zhang Wenjie smiled.

It wasn't a sneer, nor a sneer, but a genuine, almost joyful smile.

He flicked his wrist and took the initiative to face the oncoming crowd.

The next thirty seconds turned into a violent lesson.

Elbow strikes the Adam's apple, knee strikes the ribs, and palm strikes the neck.

Each contact was accompanied by a bone fracture or a dull thud.

Zhang Wenjie's movements were crisp and efficient, without any unnecessary actions, just like the operation of a precision instrument.

He could even turn his head to avoid the splattering blood during lulls in the fight.

But what truly chills people is his expression.

He is laughing.

He was always smiling.

"In this world... life and death are predestined, wealth and status are determined by fate..."

Zhang Wenjie grabbed the back of the head of a thug who was trying to escape, his five fingers digging deeply into the scalp like hooks.

The man struggled in terror, but it was as if he were bound by iron hoops.

"Why are you running?" Zhang Wenjie whispered in his ear, his voice as gentle as a love confession. "Weren't you being quite fierce just now?"

He grabbed the man's head and slammed it hard against the concrete ground!

"Bang!"

The first time, the bridge of the nose collapsed.

"Bang!"

The second time, his front tooth flew out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

one more time.

Blood splattered, soaking Zhang Wenjie's cuffs and trouser legs, blooming into shocking red flowers on the ground.

With each smash, his smile grew brighter.

Finally, the person in his arms stopped moving.

Zhang Wenjie released his grip, and the man slid to the ground, his face covered in blood, his life hanging in the balance.

He straightened up, shook the blood off his hands, and looked at Da Mi.

"Don't be afraid." Zhang Wenjie walked towards Da Mi, his feet stepping on a pool of blood, leaving bloody footprints with each step. "There are so many of you, you could drown me with just a spit from each of you."

He spread his arms wide, his smile maniacal.

Come on!

"Fuck you! All of you, get him! Kill him!" Big Mi roared, but his steps were backing away.

The thugs, steeling themselves, charged forward again.

Zhang Wenjie faced the first fat man who rushed towards him. The man weighed at least 200 pounds and pressed down on him like a mountain of flesh.

Zhang Wenjie neither dodged nor evaded, and his right fist shot out like a cannonball!

"puff!"

Half a fist sank into the fat layer of the fat man's abdomen.

The fat man's eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Wenjie turned his head to avoid the blood mist, grabbed the fat man's collar with his left hand, and lifted the two-hundred-pound mountain of flesh with one hand!

Then, he grabbed the fat man's leg and used him as a human club.

Spin, wave!

"Bang bang bang—"

The fat man's heavy body became the most terrifying weapon; wherever he went, the sounds of bones cracking and screams of agony filled the air.

Some people were knocked away, others were swept down, and the warehouse was a complete mess.

In Zhang Wenjie's mind, on the system interface that only he could see, numbers were fluctuating irregularly:

+4

+8

+6

+ 12

Moral points, that's what the system calls them.

Points are gained for each instance of effective damage dealt, each instance of fear instilled, and each instance of defeating an opponent.

I just kicked Daliqi twice and got 5 points; now in this melee, I've accumulated 47 points.

almost.

That should be enough.

"Bang!"

With a final throw, Zhang Wenjie tossed the unconscious fat man aside. His mountain-like body slammed into Big Mi's feet, shaking the ground.

Da Mi's face turned pale, and her legs began to tremble as she watched Zhang Wenjie approach step by step.

"You...you stay away..." His voice trembled. "I'm from Hung Hing...Hung Hing's Big Sister! If you dare touch me, Hung Hing won't let you get away with it!"

Zhang Wenjie walked up to him and tilted his head.

"I'm from Tung Sing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped her across the face!

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and clear.

Da Mi was spun around on the spot by the slap, staggered a couple of steps before regaining her balance, her left cheek quickly swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"You want to fight a losing game?" Zhang Wenjie laughed. "Are you playing house?"

Big Mimi wanted to say something, and just as she was about to push herself up with her right hand on the ground—

A foot wearing a yellowish-brown plastic shoe stomped down hard!

"Snap!"

A clear sound of finger bones cracking.

"Whoa—!!!"

Big Mimi's screams were heart-wrenching.

He felt his right hand instantly lose all feeling, followed by an indescribable, excruciating pain that shot through his nerves to his brain.

His mouth was open, tears streaming down his face, but he could only gasp for breath.