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Clearwater Bay film set.

"Are you sure the actors the boss wants are here?" Fly frowned as he sat in the car and turned to ask Wu Dashuai and Wang Jin.

"Um, this is a movie theater. People are filming movies inside. The film sets aren't all together," Wang Jin replied.

"Give me the photos, and I'll have someone bring them over." Fly stretched out his hand.

Wu Dashuai quickly took out photos of Chow Yun-fat, Niu Dehua, and Zhang Guorong from his briefcase and handed them to Wu Ying.

"Get out of the car, invite them over and be polite. If they try to stop you, call out their number. If they still don't listen, pull out your weapon." Fly patted the doors of the vans behind, emphasizing the word "invite".

"Understood, boss!"

Thirty or forty people, like fairies scattering flowers, split up and began to move.

at the same time.

"Ah Fa, I heard that Director Wang's son asked you to act in a movie, but you didn't agree?"

"Didn't you agree either?"

Chow Yun-fat took a sip of coffee, looked at Leslie Cheung, and smiled.

"I was going to agree, but the concert is starting soon, I don't have time!" Leslie Cheung replied casually.

"If it's a film by Wong Tin-lam, or Director Wong, I'll just go ahead and film it. But I wouldn't dare let his son practice on it," Chow Yun-fat said, taking another sip of coffee.

"Ah Fa, brother, someone's looking for you!" The assistant director on set shouted as he ran into the rest area, sweating profusely.

The assistant director looked anxious. "Ah Fa, brother, have you guys messed with some gangsters? They all have dragon and tiger tattoos on their arms. Watch your words later."

"Director Wu is dealing with them. He's given each of you a photo. Why don't you run away from behind?"

The assistant director didn't give the two a chance to speak, looking worried and talking nonstop.

"Run? We're not devils. Our boss just invited you as guests."

"Excuse me, I startled you both. This way, please!"

"That's what one of Fly's henchmen said."

Although Ah Fa and Cheung Kwok-wing are seasoned veterans, not greenhorns, their imposing presence alone tells you these guys are no ordinary gangsters.

"Where do you guys hang out? I'm pretty close with Min from the Number Gang," Fa said, offering a cigarette.

Fly's men were stunned for a moment, then exchanged glances.

Seeing this, Brother Fa thought the other party was scared, so he quickly said, "I offended you unintentionally. I can host a banquet to apologize and let's settle this matter peacefully, how about it?"

"Heh, you certainly know how to play the game. Seeing how well you do, I'll give you a piece of advice: we're from Hung Hing's War God Treasure faction, and today we're here to ask you to give us face."

"If I were you, I'd make a call first. By the time my boss arrives, I don't know if you guys will still be able to survive in Hong Kong."

After Fly's henchman finished speaking, he gestured for him to proceed.

Leslie Cheung, Chow Yun-fat, the assistant director, and the security guards and director who rushed over were all stunned.

War God Treasure, what a familiar nickname!

Although they are not involved in the underworld, the news these past two days has been overwhelming, and all of it is related to him.

It's hard not to know.

Chow Yun-fat and Leslie Cheung were immediately disheartened.

The production team stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

They all turned to look at Chow Yun-fat in unison.

After thinking it over, Brother Chow realized that he hadn't been chasing after any women, nor had he offended any gangsters!

Forget it, I'll just call Min-ge and ask!

After thinking it over, Chow Yun-fat picked up the mobile phone on the table and pressed a few buttons.

Who is it?!

"It's me, Drooling Fa. Is Min-ge still sleeping?"

"Hmm, sleeping soundly in the luxurious casino? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Cheng Min stroked the beauty in his arms and said, "Or are you planning to take your buddies to meet celebrities?"

"Brother Min, stop joking. I've run into some trouble on set. What's your relationship with Zhan Shenbao like? Could you ask him for me? If I've offended him, I'm willing to pay to have my life!"

Chow Yun-fat was in no mood for jokes; things were really urgent.

"Damn it, you drooling bastard! Did you manage to pick up A Bao's girl? If you didn't, you're lucky. If you really did, you're dead meat!" Cheng Min almost jumped up in fright. "If you really did, I'll come and kill you myself, you bastard. Wait for my news."

If it weren't for the fact that Chow Yun-fat was his former neighbor, and that Chow Yun-fat would occasionally show him respect after becoming famous, this phone call might have been the end for Chow Yun-fat.

After finishing her sentence, Cheng Min hurriedly hung up the phone and immediately dialed Dong Tianbao's number.

Meanwhile, on set, Chow Yun-fat was stunned, completely soaked in sweat.

He just hoped it was a misunderstanding, and he hadn't thought about Wang Jin's situation at all.

The main problem is Wang Jin. Brother Fa knows him inside and out; he simply doesn't have that kind of ability.

A moment later, Cheng Min called, "Drool, you piece of trash! Abao thinks highly of you, that's why he asked you to make a movie. Why are you making such a fuss? Get out of here with Abao's people right now, you piece of trash, you scared the hell out of me!"

"Brother Min, they didn't mention asking me to make a movie. If I had known, would I have refused?" Chow Yun-fat explained to Fly's underlings, looking on the verge of tears.

"Stop arguing! Didn't they contact you a few days ago? They even brought a script with them. What's their name again, something like Wang Jin?" Cheng Min's shout came from the other end of the phone.

Everyone could hear Cheng Min's roar clearly.

After all that, it turns out they just wanted me to act in their movie.

Wang Jin-gou, you've boarded Hung Hing's big ship, why don't you say something? Do you think I'd refuse you?

Chow Yun-fat and Leslie Cheung had unspeakable grievances.

All he could do was curse Wang Jin and his ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

"Can we go now?" Fly's henchman asked with amusement.

They never mentioned filming from the beginning; they just wanted to give them a hard time.

If Dong Tianbao hadn't explicitly forbidden bullying ordinary people, someone else would have drawn their gun and taken them away first.

In my previous life in Hong Kong during the 8s and 90s, when the underworld encountered celebrities they couldn't get to come, they would include black stars in the scripts.

"Brother, lead the way!" Chow Yun-fat wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a fawning smile.

Leslie Cheung was also rubbing his hands together, smiling apologetically.

Suddenly, a group of people burst into the film set, armed with knives.

"Anyone who dares to touch Ah Rong, I, Deng Long, will send him to sell salted duck eggs!" A burly man in black, wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar, approached Fly's henchmen, surrounded by knife-wielding men.

"What gang are you from, daring to barge into the film set and take away my brother, Deng Long's brother?"

Deng Long looked down at the Fly henchmen with disdain, then turned to them and asked, "Is Ah Rong alright?"

"Brother Long, what brings you here?" Zhang Guorong had originally planned to call Deng Long to mediate if he had no other choice, but after figuring things out, he gave up.

I just didn't expect Deng Long to come to the set in person.

A pretty girl stepped out from the crowd. "I was the one who called Brother Long."

"Ah Rong, Jia Ling is only doing this for your own good, don't blame her." Deng Long took off his sunglasses, revealing a reproachful expression, and said:

"They don't treat Brother Long like a brother at all. If anything happens in the future, they'll call me first. The name of the Lian family still carries weight in Hong Kong."

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