Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"hiss--"

The fat man gasped, his entire body stiffening, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The car drew a small S-shape on the road, which he then forcibly straightened.

He stared straight ahead, not daring to look away even a fraction of an inch. Instantly, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down his greasy cheeks.

"Yes! Brother Jie! I can! I really know how to edit! I learned from my dad on set; I've done post-production dubbing, music composition, rough cuts, and fine cuts..."

"Very good." Zhang Wenjie put away his gun and leaned back in his seat, as if he had just raised his hand to dust off some dust.

The car fell into a deathly silence.

Only the occasional soft hissing sound of Zhang Wenjie taking a puff of his cigarette, the flickering red glow of the cigarette butt illuminating his cold, handsome profile.

And Wang Pangzi's heavy breathing, which was made up of extreme suppressed fear, yet he was desperately trying to soften it.

The car had long since left the city and was driving on increasingly deserted roads.

Turning off a narrow, concrete road barely wide enough for two cars, we drove onto a bumpy gravel path. The headlights illuminated a solitary three-story stone building overgrown with weeds and vines.

Large sections of the wall have peeled away, leaving only empty holes in the windows, like the gaping mouths of monsters.

Zhang Wenjie told the fat man to park the car in the open space in front of the building.

"Wait here, turn off the engine."

He left those words behind, picked up an inconspicuous canvas tool bag at his feet, and got out of the car.

Wang Pangzi watched as his tall, imposing figure, carrying an inexplicable aura of danger, disappeared into the dark doorway of the stone building, feeling as if he had been swallowed by a monster.

He obediently turned off the engine and headlights, and sat in absolute darkness and silence, where he could only hear his own heart pounding.

Time passed extremely slowly.

About half an hour later, the figure reappeared, the canvas bag in his hand seemingly bulging a bit.

Zhang Wenjie opened the car door and got in. The bag made a slight clinking sound as it touched the seat.

"Walk."

The fat man felt like he had been granted a pardon, so he immediately started the car, turned around, and drove away.

The tires rolled over gravel and weeds, and the car drove back onto a slightly smoother path.

Just as the car was about to turn onto the main road, Zhang Wenjie glanced expressionlessly at the passenger-side rearview mirror.

In the mirror, the abandoned stone building was reduced to a blurry outline in the darkness.

The next moment—

A bright spot suddenly appeared somewhere on the ground floor of the stone building, blazing white and blinding, like the open eyes of hell.

Immediately afterwards—

"boom!!!!!!!"

It wasn't a single loud bang, but a muffled explosion accompanied by the roar of collapsing and shattering bricks and stones. Even through the tightly closed car windows, it felt like a giant hammer hitting your eardrums!

The car windows trembled violently, emitting a groan as if they were about to shatter.

An invisible wave of air even caught up with the speeding car, causing it to lurch violently.

Fatty Wang gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his fat face jiggling, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound, not even glancing back.

He simply slammed on the gas, making the dilapidated bread truck roar and accelerate, escaping the rising dust and flames.

Anyway, there's been enough excitement today.

He's become numb to it all.

After driving two or three kilometers, with only the night behind them and the sound of explosions long since replaced by the wind, the fat man secretly glanced at Zhang Wenjie, who was resting with his eyes closed, in the rearview mirror. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he tentatively asked in a dry voice, "Brother Jie...did you...save yourself and become an assassin?"

Once you start imagining things, you can't go back. Considering Zhang Wenjie shooting and blowing up the old doghouse tonight, this is clearly the standard procedure for "cutting off the past" in a spy movie!

"I'm the assassin, you'll be the first one I kill," Zhang Wenjie said lazily, his eyes still closed, but his voice carrying a chilling undertone. "Who told you to know so much?"

"Hehe...hehe..." The fat man chuckled dryly, sweat beading on his forehead again. "I...I'm still very useful, very useful..."

He remembered that Zhang Wenjie had indeed taken the money to start a company and even asked him to be the person in charge, which calmed him down a bit.

Since they still have some use, their lives should be safe for the time being.

The relief of surviving the ordeal and the burning desire for gossip began to struggle within him once again.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask," Zhang Wenjie interrupted his inner struggle. "Take me to the Regent Hotel. Now."

"Yes, Brother Jie!" Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately focused all his attention, skillfully turned the steering wheel, and the car spun a smooth arc, crossed the double solid lines in the middle of the road, made a U-turn, and sped towards Mong Kok, the city with the brightest neon lights and the sleepless nights.

The faint red glow of the night sky in the distance was still reflected in the car window.

...

Golden Finger, whose real name is Jin Tianqi, is a professional gambler and con artist. At this moment, he is embracing Qian Wendi's girlfriend, Lili, in a secluded old-fashioned tea restaurant attic where only the three of them know about their romantic encounters.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of cheap red wine, leftover snacks, and Lili's strong perfume.

Under the dim light bulb, a few small insects fluttered about.

"Seventh Brother~ Do you think Liu Yaozu's promise to us is true?"

Lili was wearing a tight red halter dress, her whole body limply pressed against Jin Tianqi, her arms wrapped around his neck, her fiery red lips close, whispering sweet, alcoholic murmurs.

She tilted her head back, her heavily lined eyes flashing with calculation and unease, yet she deliberately feigned complete dependence.

"Haha, don't worry!" Jin Tianqi grinned, revealing his teeth, which were slightly yellowed from cigarette smoke. His fingers lightly brushed across Lili's smooth shoulder. "Who is Brother Zu? He's a man who does great things! He always keeps his promises! Even a little bit he leaves behind would be enough for us to live on for generations."

He deliberately lowered his voice, but with an exaggerated confidence, as if he were already Liu Yaozu's confidant.

"Then... Qian Wendi, he..." Lili hesitated, her eyes darting around.

"Qian Wendi?" Jin Tianqi scoffed, his face revealing undisguised contempt and impatience. "Don't even think about that kind of punk! He won't leave Stanley alive. Even if Brother Zu doesn't make arrangements, do you think those big shots in Stanley he offended will let him off? Even if his ancestors' graves are blessed with good fortune and he manages to get out alive, who knows when that will be!"

He took a swig of wine, making a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he had already swallowed his former partner whole.

Jin Tianqi had long disliked Qian Wendi; that kid always boasted about his intelligence and tried to outdo him in everything.

Now that the opportunity to make a fortune has arrived, Liu Yaozu is recruiting soldiers. With the help of money, Jin Tianqi's already thin sense of chivalry has long since crumbled to nothing.

The so-called "two people conspiring to cheat Liu Yaozu" at the gambling table that day was more like Liu Yaozu and Jin Tianqi working together to create an exquisitely sophisticated scheme for the unsuspecting Qian Wendi!