Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Zhang Wenjie slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, which hit Da Chundai's terrified and contorted face.

"You want to ask me... when I appeared?"

Zhang Wenjie voiced his fears on his behalf, speaking in a relaxed tone as if they were casual conversation.

"It wasn't long... around the time you said 'waiting for him to take the toilet'... I think. I happened to hear that, and I thought it was interesting, so I stopped to listen."

He paused, his gaze sweeping past the nearly paralyzed Da Chun Dai and landing on Da Mi, whose face was ashen and who was trying to shrink back on the bed. His voice suddenly turned cold.

"Oh right, what did Big Mi Ge say just now? That Tung Sing wouldn't care? And then... what did my 'cheap boss' say? A pawn to be abandoned?"

He asked the last question to Da Mi, his voice low but sharp like a cold knife scraping against everyone's eardrums.

The arm that was resting on Da Chun Dai's shoulder began to move slowly, like a venomous snake that had been gathering its strength for a long time, slowly and firmly coiling and contracting along the curve of the neck.

Da Chun Dai didn't even have a chance to resist; he only felt an irresistible force gripping his throat!

The skin above the neck instantly became congested with blood, turning bright red, with veins bulging out!

"Uh... Heh heh..." He tried to grab the iron-like arm with both hands in vain, and kicked wildly with his feet, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

As Zhang Wenjie continued to ask and answer his own questions, the strength in his arms continued to increase.

Da Chun Dai's face quickly turned from bright red to a terrifying bluish-purple, his eyes began to roll uncontrollably upwards, and his body convulsed intermittently.

A mixture of grayish-white saliva uncontrollably spilled from the corners of his mouth, and only a mournful "woof" sound, like a broken bellows, could be heard from his throat. It was the sound of air being completely cut off and life rapidly slipping away.

The entire Warehouse Number One was deathly silent.

Only the increasingly faint, desperate struggles of the large spring bag and the silent trail of smoke could be heard.

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell. Not only Big Mimi on the bed, but all the Hung Hing members around, including the venomous Daliqi, were clenching their teeth, their faces drained of color, and their bodies uncontrollably shrinking back, wishing they could disappear into the wall immediately.

They watched as Da Chun Dai, who had just been boasting and offering advice, struggled futilely in Zhang Wenjie's hands like a chick waiting to be slaughtered. A chilling fear completely overwhelmed them.

The body in Zhang Wenjie's hands struggled less and less, the trembling gradually stopped, leaving only occasional unconscious, weak twitches.

Finally, the arm was released.

The large spring bag, like a tattered sack with all its bones removed, was carelessly tossed by Zhang Wenjie onto the dirty cement floor of the warehouse like trash.

It made a dull "plop" sound.

He lay there, motionless, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest indicating that he was still breathing, but he was clearly unconscious and may even have suffered permanent damage.

Zhang Wenjie shook his hand as if he had just crushed an annoying bug.

He even gave a slightly apologetic, strange smile as his gaze swept over the silent crowd.

"Oh! Sorry, it's been so long since I've seen so many 'brothers,' I'm a little too excited."

He walked over to the limp Big Spring Bag, gently nudged its head with his toe, and spoke with feigned concern.

"Hey bro, what's wrong? Are you drunk? Or... did you smoke too much and pass out?"

The “concern” he spoke of contrasted sharply with his utterly cold-blooded behavior just moments before, sending chills down one’s spine.

"I'm really flattered by the number of brothers who 'welcome' me."

Zhang Wenjie's voice drifted through the newly dispersed smoke, and his figure moved slowly among the Hung Hing boys, who were sitting, standing, or frozen in place, like a ghost.

Wherever it went, people were pushed aside as if by an invisible force, making way in fear.

"Especially you, Brother Da Mi," his voice echoed clearly in the deathly silent warehouse, his figure appearing as if by teleportation in front of Da Mi's bed, looking down at the former "head of Warehouse Number One," "Knowing that I'm 'coming out,' you actually had so many brothers line up to 'welcome' me. Really... thoughtful."

Da Mi's body was already stiff. He leaned against the cold wall, unable to move his injured right leg, and could only watch helplessly as that terrifyingly calm face approached.

Sweat instantly soaked through his back.

"By the way, Big Mimi!"

Zhang Wenjie bent down, leaned closer, and his gaze fell on the black-rimmed glasses on Da Mi's nose, which had slipped down slightly due to fear and sweat. His tone even carried a hint of "suggestion."

"I can see that your prescription has increased. The lighting here is bad, and wearing glasses with the wrong prescription all the time is very harmful to your eyes. I suggest you... get a new pair when you leave."

This almost "casual" tone is more chilling than a direct threat.

Da Mi's breathing was completely disordered, and fear and humiliation entwined his heart like poisonous vines.

He gritted his teeth, forcing a fierce look onto his face, and roared at his terrified subordinates, "What the hell are you all standing there for?! Get the hell out of here! Damn it! Zhang Wenjie! Don't think you're so great just because you can fight! We, Hung Hing..."

His roar abruptly stopped.

Because Zhang Wenjie had lost patience to continue playing this cat-and-mouse game.

Just as Da Mi roared out the word "Up," Zhang Wenjie's body, which had been leaning slightly forward, suddenly twisted. His right fist, which was full of power, was like a cannonball that tore through the air and smashed into the wall next to Da Mi's head with a suffocating wind pressure!

"boom--!!!"

A deep, muffled bang shook the entire warehouse!

The fist didn't hit Big Mi directly, but instead slammed into the solid wall made of cement and bricks, close to his left cheek!

Gravel and dust exploded violently!

Several sharp pieces of cement flew out like shrapnel, grazing Da Mi's cheeks and ears, bringing a knife-like sting and a warm, liquid-like sensation.

Big Mimi's roar was completely interrupted by the violent bang that was so close at hand, leaving only meaningless gurgling sounds in its throat.

His left eye caught a glimpse of the fist deeply embedded in the wall, and the spiderweb-like cracks spreading around it. His blood seemed to freeze at that moment, and only one thought remained in his mind: Is this even human?! What kind of monster did I... provoke last time?!

Zhang Wenjie slowly pulled his fist out of the wall, bringing with it more gravel and dust.

He shook his hand; there were some cuts and a few drops of blood seeping from his knuckles, but he didn't care.

Then, he raised his right hand, the movement slow but carrying an irresistible weight, and slapped Da Mi, who was lying on the bed with a deathly pale face!

"Snapped!"

The crisp, clear sound echoed through the quiet warehouse.