Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

The malice emanating from his words was cold and viscous, causing even the normal Hung Hing thugs around him to involuntarily feel a chill and subconsciously move a little distance away.

Da Mi frowned, but didn't say anything, only saying, "Don't worry, he won't be able to cause trouble for long. Tung Sing... isn't a monolithic entity. There will always be people who don't like him."

"Boss, what do you mean...?"

In Daliqi's lifeless eyes, a faint glimmer of hope and malice flickered.

The other Hung Hing members who were surrounding them also pricked up their ears.

Da Mi took a deep drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled two straight plumes of smoke from his nostrils, a vicious yet confident smile spreading across his face.

"A message has come in from outside... Hung Hing and Tung Sing have reached an agreement. The matter inside Stanley will be resolved within Stanley, and the forces outside... will not interfere or disrupt the existing 'stability'."

He paused, flicked his cigarette ash, and continued in that analytical tone, "A lackey who jumps around too much and doesn't know how to restrain himself won't be liked by the boss anywhere."

"His boss, that smiling tiger, hasn't uttered a single word... Isn't that obvious enough? This Zhang Wenjie is just a pawn to be used and discarded! A disposable pawn!"

These words were like a shot in the arm, instantly lifting the spirits of the somewhat apprehensive Hung Hing members.

Yes, if Tung Sing really valued Zhang Wenjie, why would they let him in for so long without even giving him a proper greeting?

How could they let him fight to the death inside while there was no sound from outside?

"But...but that Zhang Wenjie is really good at fighting..."

A slightly timid voice rang out from the edge of the crowd. It was a skinny man nicknamed "Snake Boy Ming," whose face still bore bruises from the last brawl.

"I'm afraid... even if we all attack together..."

"What are you afraid of, you old hag!"

A lewd and menacing voice immediately interrupted him.

The speaker was a man nicknamed "Big Spring Bag," with shifty eyes and a sly look, who was now spitting as he spoke.

"Snake Boy Ming, are you trying to back down again? There are so many of us in Hung Hing, we could kill him with one punch each! Can he even fight? Is he made of iron? Doesn't he need to sleep? Doesn't he need to poop and pee?"

Da Chun Dai had long coveted the "second-in-command" position vacated after Da Li Qi's collapse, and now he couldn't wait to jump out and show off, to encourage everyone, and also to demonstrate his "intelligence".

Big Mimi's interest was piqued too. She picked up an empty cigarette pack and threw it at Big Chun: "Damn it, Big Chun, just spit it out! Did you come up with some 'brilliant idea'? Stop beating around the bush!"

Da Chun Dai caught the cigarette pack, a lewd and smug smile spreading across his face. He lowered his voice and looked around at everyone: "Heh... brothers, think about it, in this life, we all need to eat, drink, poop, pee, and sleep. What can we do without? No matter how good Zhang Wenjie is at fighting, he's still a human being! He needs to sleep, right? He needs to go to the toilet, right?"

He paused, and seeing that everyone was captivated, he continued in that sinister tone, "We can wait until he falls asleep... or, while he's on the toilet... hehe..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear—a sneak attack, using the most despicable and unpredictable method.

This plan is too insidious, and too... disgusting.

The onlookers' expressions turned somewhat strange, and they subconsciously took a slow half-step back.

Even Da Mi, lying on the bed, unconsciously swallowed, lifted her injured right leg, and moved further into the headboard, as if she wanted to get away from Da Chun Dai who had come up with the idea.

Da Chun Dai was engrossed in his "clever" scheme, talking animatedly and spitting everywhere, completely unaware of the subtle changes and alienation among his companions.

"So..."

A calm, even slightly curious and inquisitive voice suddenly rang in Da Chun Dai’s ear, so close it seemed as if it were breathing right next to his neck.

"How confident are you... in taking down Zhang Wenjie? And how confident are you... in ensuring your own... safe escape?"

Da Chun was having a great time chatting and hadn't quite caught up in the conversation when he realized that the question had hit the nail on the head.

He instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but a cigarette, seemingly out of nowhere, was placed right next to his lips.

He habitually opened his mouth and held it in his mouth, waiting for the source of fire.

Sure enough, a match was struck with a "hiss" and lit, carrying a cluster of orange-yellow, slightly flickering flames, which steadily moved to the tip of the cigarette he was holding.

Da Chun lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, and the taste of cheap tobacco filled his throat. He squinted comfortably and mumbled, "Hey... thanks, brother... when the time comes, a few of us will hold him down when he's not looking, crush his head into the latrine pit, and drown him, right? Simple and direct... uh?"

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This voice... sounds familiar, but it doesn't quite sound like the voices of my usual buddies.

Also, isn't the way this "brother" is offering the cigarette and lighting it a little too natural and calm?

"You're welcome..." the calm voice rang out again, seemingly carrying a faint hint of amusement. "Thank you for providing... the method. I find it... very interesting. Hehe..."

That last low laugh, like a fine needle, suddenly pierced Da Chun Dai's dulled nerves!

In the thick smoke, a pale but steady hand slowly pushed aside Daliqi, who was staring wide-eyed and trembling as if he had seen a ghost.

Then, with an irresistible force, the other hand rested on Da Chun Dai's left shoulder, the five fingers slightly clenched.

Zhang Wenjie, as if by magic, had somehow appeared in the middle of the group of Hung Hing members, right next to Da Chun Dai.

He also had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the glow of the cigarette tip illuminating half of his terrifyingly calm face.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he were really savoring the "masterful" wicked scheme that Da Chun Dai had just devised.

"Damn it! Who is it?! Don't put your hand on my shoulder!"

Startled by the sudden increase in pressure on his shoulder and the breath so close to his face, Da Chun Dai was jolted awake. His drunkenness and smugness vanished instantly, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!

He instinctively raised his hand, trying to slap away the hand that was on his shoulder.

However, no matter how hard he pounded and struggled, that hand remained as still as an iron clamp, and even... tightened slightly as he struggled, squeezing his shoulder blade painfully!

"You...you..." Da Chun Dai finally realized what was happening and abruptly turned his head!

When his gaze met Zhang Wenjie's eyes, which appeared unusually calm and even somewhat playful behind the smoke, all his blood seemed to freeze instantly!

His teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, making a soft "clattering" sound, and he could only squeeze out broken syllables from his throat.