Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Hearing that lewd laughter, Zhang Wenjie leaned back in the uncomfortable seat and closed his eyes.

"Your family background will save you a lot of trouble."

"In two days, someone will deliver a sum of money to you. As long as the company doesn't go bankrupt, unleash your boundless 'talent'."

What could be better for money laundering and simultaneously planting a seed in the future of the cultural industry than a film company?

It's always better to plan ahead than to cram at the last minute.

Besides, this fat guy might actually be a "talent" in some ways.

"Then... what's a good name?"

Fatty Wang has already started making plans with great excitement.

Zhang Wenjie opened his eyes, looked at Wang Pangzi's profile flickering in the streetlight, chuckled, and uttered a name that, in later generations, seemed rather wicked and prophetic: "Let's call it... 'Crystal Dynasty Film Production Co., Ltd.'"

"Crystal Dynasty?" Fatty Wang pondered the name. Although he found it a bit strange, it sounded quite imposing. "Good! That's a catchy name! That'll do!"

The bread truck traveled through the night, heading towards a secluded corner on the other side of Hong Kong Island.

The two people in the car, one carrying a deadly weapon and a plan for revenge, the other indulging in the absurd dream of making a fortune through erotic films.

The night in Hong Kong conceals too many secrets and also breeds more unpredictable tomorrows.

The car sped north along Nathan Road, neon signs casting red and green streaks across the windows.

Hong Kong is not completely asleep in the dead of night, but the further you go towards North Point, the more the hustle and bustle fades away, leaving only a few scattered food stalls and flashing "pickup" signs on the streets.

Fatty Wang gripped the steering wheel, but his eyes kept glancing towards the passenger seat.

Zhang Wenjie had been staring out the window ever since he got on the bus, his profile appearing particularly cold and hard in the flickering light.

The fat man swallowed hard, finally unable to hold back: "Brother Jie, what kind of business does our company mainly do? Film and television investment? Or...?"

"We've arrived." Zhang Wenjie's voice cut off the fat man's daydreams.

The car turned into a narrow alley, with tenement buildings built in the 1960s on both sides, their exterior walls peeling and their iron windows rusted.

Zhang Wenjie gestured to the fat man to park the old bread cart under a huge banyan tree.

The tree canopy covered most of the already dim streetlights, completely obscuring the vehicle's body from the shadows.

"Brother Jie, am I the company's general manager? Can I hire a secretary?"

The fat guy's thought process is quite bizarre. He didn't even ask Zhang Wenjie what he wanted him to do, and his mind was already thinking about what kind of secretary to hire, with all sorts of attractive women, from slender to plump.

He rubbed his hands together, his chubby face beaming with an expectant smile, his small eyes gleaming behind his glasses.

"Whatever you like, just don't ruin it. Whether my brother and I become film moguls in the future depends on you!"

Zhang Wenjie turned his face, a half-smile playing on his lips.

This fat man in front of me is a rare talent. Although he is still young, youth has its advantages, as it is easier to control someone who is young.

He reached out and patted the fat man's fleshy shoulder, feeling that the bones underneath were softened by the fat.

As Brother Ji often says, you don't need any profound knowledge to lead your underlings. Just take them out to eat, drink, and have fun, give them plenty of money to spend, and often put on a show of sacrificing yourself for righteousness. That's how you get good brothers!

Zhang Wenjie thought it made a lot of sense, except for the occasional nonsense... For example, Brother Ji always liked to say, "When you're in the game, you have to keep your word. If you say you'll kill his whole family, then you'll kill his whole family." Just listen to those kinds of things.

"Let's look at it another way," Zhang Wenjie said, his smile fading and his eyes sharpening. "You stay in the car and don't move. Turn off the engine and the lights. No matter what you see or hear, don't come out. Understand?"

Fatty Wang shuddered at that piercing gaze and nodded frantically, "Understood! Understood! I'll stay right here, I'm not going anywhere!"

Zhang Wenjie got out of the car.

The cool night breeze carried the salty, fishy smell of the sea.

He tugged at the collar of his black jacket, and with a flash, disappeared into a small patch of greenery on the other side of the alley.

In the dead of night, the area below Tang Tower was deserted, with only the rusty swings creaking softly in the wind.

Caution is simply an instinct.

Zhang Wenjie leaned against a palm tree, closed his eyes, and took two deep breaths.

The cool air rushed into the lungs, only to be heated by the hot blood.

A strange, tearing, and reforming tingling sensation exploded from the end of the spine, quickly spreading throughout the limbs and bones.

He opened his eyes and looked down.

The fingers of both hands were making a slight "clicking" sound, the knuckles were elongating, and the palms were widening and thickening at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the blue veins under the skin wriggling like earthworms.

His old military boots suddenly felt tight, and he could feel his toes stretching as well, the arch of his foot becoming full of explosive power.

The cool touch intertwines and transforms with the burning sensation of muscle fibers, ultimately merging into a sense of abundant power.

whoosh-

With her long, slender legs slightly bent, her calf muscles suddenly released like compressed springs!

Zhang Wenjie leaped upwards, his left hand precisely landing on a rusted protrusion on a water pipe on the first floor. Using the momentum, he swung upwards, his right hand already gripping the edge of the clothes rack on the second floor.

The movements were fluid and silent, like a giant gecko swimming upwards along a mottled wall.

Another benefit of the enhancement is that it provides extraordinary night vision.

The darkness faded in his eyes, and the world was shrouded in a clear, dark green hue.

The brick seams, window sills, air conditioner unit brackets... every detail that could be climbed was on full display.

In about ten seconds, his hands were firmly resting on the windowsill of an apartment on the third floor.

Listen closely, and the room is deathly silent, except for the faint, rhythmic dripping of water from the bathroom faucet in the distance, drip...drip...drip...like a countdown.

He gripped the concrete window frame tightly with both hands, his arm muscles bulging.

His lower body swayed from side to side like a pendulum, and his core muscles suddenly exerted force!

He swung halfway through the air, bent his legs, and landed precisely on the edge of the dusty little balcony that extended only half a foot above the window.

Their movements were as light and agile as a cat or sparrow, without disturbing a speck of dust.

He pulled out a specially made, slender steel bar with a hook at the top from the inner pocket and probed it into the gap of the old window frame.

The wrist subtly twitches, probes, and hooks.

Click.

With a soft click, the window latch jumped open.

Zhang Wenjie gently pushed open the window, slipped inside, and then closed the window slightly behind him.

Better safe than sorry.

He pulled a pair of thin, cicada-wing-like rubber shoe covers from his pocket and put them on his military boots before beginning to examine Wendi Qian's "safe house".

With night vision capabilities, the room layout is clearly visible.

The layout of the apartment building is typical of a subdivided flat in a tenement building, and it is pitifully cramped.

The so-called living room was no more than ten square meters, furnished with a faded velvet sofa and a glass coffee table, and the television was an outdated, bulky model.

The kitchen consisted of a simple stove in the corner, and the bathroom door was ajar, with the sound of dripping water coming from inside.