Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Inside the cramped apartment, the heavy smell of blood almost solidified in the air.

Qian Wendi leaned against the wall, his left hand gripping a folding machete stained with sticky blood, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.

He held a Black Star pistol horizontally in his right hand, the muzzle trembling slightly, but it was pointed firmly at Liu Yaozu and his henchmen who were pouring in through the door.

His face and body were splattered with blood, whether his own or Jin Tianqi's, and his eyes were like those of a wild beast trapped in a desperate situation, fierce, desperate, and with a hint of dying madness.

In the initial chaos, relying on his reckless courage and familiarity with the terrain, Qian Wendi actually managed to fight back and forth with several of Liu Yaozu's henchmen in a narrow space, using only a machete.

The dull thud of the machete slicing through flesh, the henchmen's cries of pain and curses mingled together, creating a bizarre "50/50" situation for a moment.

He even seized an opportunity and slashed open the shoulder of one of the henchmen charging at the front, causing blood to gush out.

However, two fists can never beat four hands.

Moreover, most of the men Liu Yaozu brought were ruthless characters who had been through the wringer in Stanley Prison, and some were even outlaws, far more vicious than ordinary thugs.

Just as Qian Wendi forced the two men back with a single strike, and his breath hitched slightly—

The crocodile, who had been waiting for an opportunity, pounced from the side like a lurking hyena!

His fist, as big as a clay pot, delivered a powerful yet simple "heavy cannon" strike that slammed into Wendy Chin's left rib!

"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking rang out.

"Ugh—!" Qian Wendi's vision went black from the pain, his body involuntarily arched, and his left-hand cleaver was a beat slower.

The crocodile man is ruthless when he gains power!

His left hand shot out like an iron clamp, grabbed Qian Wendi's hair at the back of his head, and pulled him back hard!

At the same time, his right arm bent up, and his elbow joint, as hard as iron, used the force of the forward thrust and pulling to deliver a fierce "bar" strike, accurately and heavily hitting Qian Wendi's throat cartilage!

"Ho—!"

Qian Wendi felt as if his throat had been hit by a hammer, and the excruciating pain, along with the feeling of suffocation, instantly overwhelmed him!

All the air seemed to be forced out of his chest by that elbow, then stuck in his broken throat, unable to go in or out!

His eyes bulged out, and his face quickly turned from red to purple.

"You damn bastard! This is repayment for your 'special treatment' of me in Stanley Prison!"

The crocodile man leaned close to Wendy Qian's ear and growled menacingly, spitting blood all over Wendy Qian's face.

The near-death sensation from the difficulty breathing made Qian Wendi instinctively loosen his grip. The machete clattered to the ground, and the pistol slipped from his fingers, falling into a pool of blood.

He futilely clutched his throbbing throat with both hands, opened his mouth wide like a fish out of water, desperately trying to inhale a breath of air, only able to make a hissing sound as air leaked out, his face turning a frightening purple.

At this moment, he was like a trapped beast with its claws and teeth pulled out and its tendons cut, powerless to resist.

"Press him down!"

Following Liu Yaozu's indifferent command, several henchmen swarmed forward, piling Qian Wendi, who was almost suffocating and limp, onto the cold, sticky, blood-stained floor like a human pyramid.

Qian Wendi's body was pressed down by the weight of several people, and the last bit of air in his chest was squeezed out. His purplish face began to turn blue, his eyeballs rolled back, and he was about to die.

"Get the hell up! Trying to crush him?!" Liu Yaozu roared angrily. "If he dies, where the hell will I find my stuff?! A bunch of brainless idiots!"

Crocodile and the others hurriedly got up and dragged the almost unconscious Qian Wendi to his feet. They used blood-soaked rope to tie him tightly to the wooden chair where Lili had been sitting.

The chair legs were still stained with undried blood and emitted a nauseating odor.

Qian Wendi was tied to a chair and continued to cough violently. Each cough brought excruciating pain to his broken ribs and a burning sensation in his throat. Blood-tinged saliva kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, making him look extremely miserable.

Liu Yaozu walked up to him, bent down and picked up the Black Star pistol from the ground. He weighed it in his hand, checked the magazine, and then let out a disdainful sneer: "Ha, just as expected of a con artist's trick. Trying to fool people with an empty gun?" He casually tossed the empty gun aside.

His gaze shifted, and he saw the oddly shaped stun gun lying on the edge of the pool of blood.

He picked it up and examined it with great interest: "But this thing... it's the real deal. I wonder... if you've ever tasted it yourself?"

After saying that, a cruel glint flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he raised the stun gun, pointed the muzzle at Qian Wendi's still slightly trembling thigh, and pulled the trigger!

"Da da!!"

Two dark blue arcs of electricity shot out instantly, accompanied by a slight crackling sound, and accurately struck Qian Wendi's thigh!

A high-voltage current surged wildly into his body!

"Ahhhhhh!! Damn it... Damn it!!!"

Qian Wendi's previously limp body suddenly arched upwards, like a live shrimp thrown into a frying pan!

Every muscle in his body was convulsing and twitching wildly and uncontrollably under the electric current stimulation. His hair stood on end, his teeth were grinding together, and he squeezed out a series of indistinct, painful, and vicious curses from deep in his throat.

The chair creaked and groaned as he carried it, almost falling apart.

After enduring the electric shock for several seconds, Liu Yaozu finally released the trigger.

Qian Wendi was slumped in a chair, as if he had been pulled out of the water. His body was soaked in cold sweat and blood, and he could only exhale, not inhale. His body was still twitching slightly, and his eyes were unfocused.

Liu Yaozu looked at his miserable state with satisfaction, then reached out and grabbed Qian Wendi's hair, which was stuck together with cold sweat and blood, forcing him to raise his head.

Liu Yaozu even took off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of gloomy, greedy, and cold eyes, staring intently at Qian Wendi's bloodshot pupils, which were filled with hatred but unable to focus.

"Listen, Qian Wendi." Liu Yaozu's voice was low but clear, like a viper's hiss. "Right now, we've 'witnessed' the murder of two innocent citizens—Jin Tianqi and that dancer named Lili—by an escaped convict. Murder, plus escape—both crimes combined, what do you think your fate will be? Execution? Or a lifetime in Stanley prison, rotting away there?"

He leaned closer, almost able to smell the blood and despair emanating from Qian Wendi's breath: "Be smart and tell me where what I want is! Hand it over obediently, and perhaps... I might consider giving you a quick death. Otherwise..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, the threat obvious.