Huayu: Hard fight against Zhang Weiping at the beginning

Chapter 646 The Prince is Very Angry, and the Consequences are Severe

AMC Georgetown 14 Theater
Salman slowly sat down. The seat was a regular leather one from the cinema, but his assistant had laid out a custom-made cashmere cushion beforehand. It was flown in from Saudi Arabia and embroidered with his initials. The cushion was soft and comfortable to the touch and could effectively relieve the fatigue of sitting for a long time.

Hamad took a glass of chilled mint lemonade from a servant. The glass was made of custom bone china and decorated with the Qatari royal eagle emblem. Even the straw was plated with a thin layer of gold. He took a small sip, and the refreshing taste dispelled the afternoon heat.

After the trailer ended, the gradually brightening screen immediately drew everyone's attention. When the familiar "Pacific Rim" logo appeared, a slight commotion arose in the theater, clearly indicating that many viewers were loyal fans of the series.

Wow, so handsome!

When the new version of Crimson Typhoon appeared with its streamlined mecha silhouette, the rotating cannons on its shoulders slowly unfolded, and the metallic sheen of the mecha flowed across the screen, a chorus of gasps erupted in the theater. Even the children in the back rows couldn't help but clap their hands and excitedly shout, "Mecha! Mecha!"

Salman raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to look at the audience beside him. He saw a young boy clenching his fist, his eyes fixed on the screen, his face full of fascination. That undisguised admiration made him truly understand for the first time what his two brothers meant by "resonance".

He recalled his experience watching movies in a private screening room in Saudi Arabia. Although the equipment was more advanced and the environment more private, he had never felt so emotionally overwhelmed.
Without the barriers of identity or the constraints of etiquette, the heart races simply because of the same scene. This pure emotional experience is far more moving than the loneliness of watching a movie alone.

"That panda is so cool!"

Prince Hamad of Qatar stared at the primordial figure on the screen, praising it softly. The moment this colossal beast, entirely black with ink-wash patterns, appeared, it struck a chord with his fondness for "powerful aesthetics." His fingertips unconsciously tapped lightly on his knees, swaying in rhythm with the scene.

He had heard about the concept of the prehistoric world from his assistant before, and knew that it was a new Chinese behemoth added to "Pacific Rim 2". Its design was inspired by the panda, but it was full of power. Seeing it take heavy steps to appear in person was even more shocking.

Rashid's gaze was fixed on Crimson Storm, his pupils reflecting the light and shadow of the mech battle.

He has been a loyal fan of Crimson Typhoon since "Ultraman 1". Back then, in order to collect related models, he visited almost every toy store in Dubai. Now, seeing the upgraded details of the new model, he couldn't help but smile, and even his breathing became lighter.

The new version of the Storm features a more aggressive shoulder-mounted cannon design, and the paint scheme has been adjusted with the addition of red lines, making it appear more dynamic. Whenever it makes a combat move, Rashid instinctively holds his breath, afraid of missing any detail.

When King Kong and the Primordial Chaos clashed amidst the ruins on the screen, their claws and giant fists colliding and kicking up clouds of dust, the special effects of flying debris were so realistic that they seemed to leap off the screen. As the two were covered in blood but still refused to back down, the atmosphere in the theater instantly became tense. Some people couldn't help but clench their fists and even let out a slight gasp.

Hamad leaned forward instinctively, his eyes wide, forgetting to drink his lemonade. He stared intently at the fight scene on the screen, silently cheering for the prehistoric creature, muttering to himself, "Go! Dodge its attacks!"

Salman was also drawn in by the plot. Although he rarely watched this kind of sci-fi action movie, the fight scenes in front of him were designed with great tension. Every collision made him feel excited and completely immersed in the plot.

In another fierce collision, the two giant beasts crashed into the lake, but a giant octopus suddenly appeared, its powerful tentacles wrapping around King Kong.

Hamad was startled by this sudden turn of events, instinctively shrinking back and muttering an exclamation in Arabic, his eyes filled with worry.

King Kong used his strong arms to barely block the tentacles' attacks, but because he had exhausted too much energy in the previous battle with the Primordial World, his movements gradually became sluggish. Soon, he was entangled by several tentacles and could not break free. His body was dragged little by little to the bottom of the lake.

"It's over, it's over, is King Kong going to lose?"

The audience members next to him couldn't help but whisper, their voices filled with anxiety. Many of them frowned, clearly not wanting to see such an outcome.

Just when everyone thought King Kong was about to perish, the primordial beast suddenly let out a deafening roar. The sound traveled through the speakers and echoed throughout the entire theater, making everyone's eardrums vibrate. It turned around and pounced on the giant octopus without hesitation, its sharp claws slashing down fiercely.

A collective gasp of relief filled the theater. Hamad slapped his thigh excitedly, nearly spilling his lemonade, and exclaimed with a laugh, "Great! The Primordial God has made his move!"

The sharp claws struck the wrists and feet, immediately tearing through the flesh, creating a highly impactful scene.

The giant octopus let out a painful roar, and the tentacles that were wrapped around King Kong suddenly loosened, giving King Kong an opening to bite down on another tentacle.

The giant octopus roared in pain again, but Honghuang and Jingang did not give it a chance to attack again. The two giant beasts exerted their strength at the same time, grabbing the giant octopus's tentacles and tearing it into two pieces.

Watching the octopus turn into dried octopus, the two giant beasts sat back to back on the ruins, panting heavily, their eyes shifting from hostility to a tacit understanding.

Salman felt a warmth in his heart. Looking at the two giant beasts standing side by side on the screen, he suddenly felt that this kind of understanding and mutual assistance across ethnic groups is so touching in any story, just like the cooperation between Middle Eastern countries. Although there are occasional disagreements, they can always move forward hand in hand at critical moments.

Rashid was also moved by this scene, watching the screen intently, thinking to himself, "These are true partners, putting aside past grievances and fighting only for a common goal."

The two-hour plot flew by, and when the final battle began and countless skeleton monsters appeared on the screen, the atmosphere in the theater became tense again. The audience knew that the most exciting part was about to begin.

Crimson Storm fights alongside Gipsy Danger, constantly repelling the charging skeleton monsters. The mech's weapon systems operate at full capacity, with cannon fire and explosions echoing throughout the screen, and the constantly changing light and shadow on the screen creating a dazzling spectacle.

But there were simply too many skeletons. They charged at the two mechs one after another, their claws leaving deep marks on the mech shells, metal fragments flying everywhere. The Storm's crimson shoulder cannons soon malfunctioned, and the firing rate dropped significantly.

"Go for it, Crimson Storm!"

Rashid couldn't help but scream in his heart. His palms were already sweating, his heart was clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on the retreating Crimson Storm on the screen.

He saw the pilot of the Storm Red operating the cockpit with all his might, his forehead covered in sweat, yet he still gritted his teeth and persevered. His spirit of never giving up was truly moving.

Why hasn't the primordial era appeared yet?

Hamad muttered to himself. It was already the third day of the movie's release, and spoilers had already revealed the plot. Hamad knew where the story was headed.

Even though he knew that the Primordial Era would definitely appear at the crucial moment, he still couldn't help but feel nervous for the desperate situation on the screen. He squeezed the popcorn bucket in his hand so tightly that it became deformed, and a lot of popcorn spilled out.

Salman frowned slightly. Although he didn't know what would happen next, he felt a little worried as he watched the two mechs being surrounded by the skeleton monsters.

Just as the Crimson Storm was about to be overwhelmed, a deafening roar came from the depths of the screen, causing slight static in the theater's sound system, and all the audience members instinctively sat up straight.

Like a black lightning bolt, the primordial force burst through the dust and smoke, its giant hand smashing the skeleton monster in the front row. Black blood splattered on the screen. Its eyes were fierce and determined, and every step it took caused the ground to shake violently. Thunderous cheers erupted in the theater, and some people even whistled excitedly.

"It's here! It's here! The primordial chaos has finally arrived!"

Hamad shouted excitedly, almost standing up from his seat. The audience around him also applauded, and the atmosphere in the entire theater was instantly ignited.

But there were just too many skeleton monsters. As soon as Honghuang dealt with the few in front of him, three stronger skeleton monsters pounced on him at the same time. Their sharp claws cut deep wounds on Honghuang's body, and black blood dripped down, staining the surrounding ruins red.

Hamad couldn't help but hiss, his face filled with heartache. He clenched his fists tightly, silently praying that the Primordial Chaos could hold on.

Rashid was also worried for the prehistoric beast. Watching the giant beasts being injured on the screen, he thought of the prehistoric beast model he had collected. At this moment, he only hoped that the prehistoric beast in the movie could be as "invulnerable" as the model.

Just as Honghuang was about to give up and his knees collapsed heavily onto the ruins, his breathing becoming rapid, another roar came from the sky. A Vajra as large as a mountain descended from the sky and smashed a group of attacking skeleton monsters into a pulp with a single punch.

"It's here to repay a favor!"

Someone shouted something, and the theater immediately erupted in knowing laughter. The audience, who had been worried about King Kong, breathed a sigh of relief.

Salman watched the two colossal beasts fighting side by side on the screen, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. This theme of "repaying kindness" coincided with the traditional values ​​of the Middle East, which made him feel more favorably toward the film.

Even with the two colossal beasts joining forces, they were no match for the endless horde of skeleton monsters. King Kong's shoulder was pierced by a skeleton's bone spikes, bleeding profusely, and its movements gradually slowed. One of Primordial's eyes was also scratched by a bone spike, and the seeping blood obscured its vision, forcing it to swing its claws by instinct. The atmosphere in the theater sank again; some even turned their heads away, unable to bear watching closely. Hamad sighed, picked up his lemonade, and took a large gulp, trying to alleviate the oppressive feeling in his heart.

The pilot of the Storm Red had a resolute look in his eyes. His finger slowly moved toward the self-destruct button. The alarm in the cockpit blared, and the countdown on the screen kept decreasing. Rashid suddenly held his breath, his heart almost jumping out of his chest. He stared at the screen and silently chanted, "No!"

At this critical moment, the screen suddenly switched to the command center in the surface world. The bright lights contrasted sharply with the previous dark ruins, and the audience was stunned for a moment before realizing that the plot was about to take a turn.

Holographic projections of 16 mechs lit up one by one in the command center. Each mech had a unique design and paint scheme, representing different countries and regions. The pilots wore uniform combat suits and stared firmly at the camera.

"XXX requests to participate in the battle!"

The 16 drivers shouted the same words in succession. Their voices vibrated through the speakers, making the seats tingle slightly. They were full of determination and courage, and the audience's eyes lit up instantly. Many people sat up straight, looking forward to what would happen next.

The next second, the most thrilling scene in the entire film appears: 16 mechs rush from the forward base to the battlefield like a steel torrent, the roar of their engines drowning out everything. They cross oceans and mountains without the slightest hesitation or retreat, only the resolute determination to "die".

The camera pans across the pilots of each mech. Some of them give the camera a determined smile, while others make the sign of the cross. Although their expressions differ, their eyes are all filled with a desire for victory, vividly demonstrating the unity of humanity in the face of adversity.

When the mechs broke through the barrier of the Otherworld and joined forces with Crimson Storm and Gipsy Danger, forming an iron defense line with 18 mechs to face the skeleton monster, some people in the theater stood up excitedly, waving their fists and shouting. Some even took out their phones to film this amazing scene.

Salman was also deeply shocked by this scene. He looked at the neat and orderly mech team on the screen. Their united spirit had a power that struck people's hearts. His heart beat faster involuntarily, and his palms were sweating.

Eighteen mechs launched an attack simultaneously, the sounds of cannons, explosions, and clashing metal intertwining to create a stirring "battle symphony."

The Storm's crimson rotating cannon continuously spewed flames, while the Dangerous Gipsy wielded its chainsaw sword, slaying the skeleton monsters one by one. The 16 new mechs also displayed their unique abilities, using their distinctive weapons to fight against the enemy.

Hamad was thrilled and couldn't help but sway his body gently to the rhythm of the music. As he watched the skeletons falling one after another on the screen, the pent-up emotions in his heart were finally released, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

Rashid's gaze remained fixed on the Crimson Storm, watching it break through enemy lines and defeat one skeleton monster after another. His face was filled with pride, as if he were watching his "old buddy" achieve great things, and he would occasionally utter words of praise.

When the Crimson Storm raised the head of the Level 5 Skeleton high, and the shoulder cannons spewed flames of victory, the scene on the screen froze at that moment, and the cheers in the theater reached their peak. Applause, shouts, and whistles mingled together, almost lifting the roof off, before gradually subsiding, leaving only gasps and exclamations.

……

Cinema Lobby

As the movie ended, audience members gradually emerged, still discussing the plot with great interest. However, they were taken aback by the scene before them when they arrived in the lobby.

The once spacious hall was now filled with cameras and microphones; a rough count revealed that there were more than a dozen media outlets present.

Some reporters saw the audience and came over to interview them, but many more reporters were standing on tiptoe to peek.

Behind the crowd was Warner's group.

"Intelligence indicates that among the three princes, Prince Hamad of Qatar is a fan of Avatar, so we'll try to avoid him later..."

Even at this moment, David still didn't forget to give his advice.

Zhang Chen shrugged speechlessly: "Three princes, I don't even know who's who, how am I supposed to avoid them?"

"That's easy. Just talk to Prince Salman of Saudi Arabia. His most distinctive feature is his red and white turban."

At that moment, a commotion broke out outside.

"They're here, they're here~"

Everyone looked up and saw the three princes walking leisurely towards them.

"Your Highness, did you just finish watching Pacific Rim 2?"

As soon as the three princes appeared, they were immediately surrounded by reporters, and their security teams were on high alert.

"Yes."

"Could you tell me what you think of this movie?"

The media immediately asked the question, and Zhang Chen and the others behind him were on tenterhooks.

They wanted to use the Middle Eastern prince's influence to promote the movie, but if the film turned out badly, it would backfire.

Fortunately, this situation did not occur.

"The movie was really good, just like what people online said, it was very exciting and thrilling, especially the ending scene where the eighteen mechs fought the monsters, it got my blood pumping!"

Of the three, Hamad was the youngest and the least pretentious.

When asked by the reporter, he immediately began to excitedly recount his feelings.

The media captured this scene.

"And what about the other two princes?"

Some people have focused their attention on the UAE prince, who has remained silent.

Rashid glanced at the media in front of him, and his expression suddenly turned serious.

"The movie was great, but there's one thing I'm really unhappy about."

The first half of the sentence makes people's hearts flutter, while the second half immediately makes people's hearts jump again.

Zhang Chen and his companions exchanged glances: Didn't the intelligence report say that the Qatari prince was most likely to have complaints about *Pacific Rim 2*? Why is the Qatari prince saying all the good things, while the UAE prince seems quite dissatisfied with the film?
"So what exactly are you dissatisfied with?"

The reporters seized the opportunity, not caring whether it would embarrass Warner; they just wanted the news.

Rashid and Salman exchanged a glance, and finally Rashid announced, "The final battle was spectacular. Jaegers from all over the world worked together to rescue their comrades in the afterlife. But unfortunately, we discovered that those Jaegers included Chinese, American, Australian, Japanese, and European ones, but not a single one from the Middle East. This makes us very unhappy. The Middle East plays an increasingly important role in international affairs, but it's completely absent from such an important film. I think we should perhaps talk to the director of this movie."

In the distance, Zhang Chen was stunned. He had considered countless possibilities, but he never expected it to be like this.

What are you doing?!

(End of this chapter)