Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 636 Come Help Me Do Things

After hearing the gunshot, the driver at the intersection immediately drove the car to the entrance of the theater. Xu Wenqiang and his party quickly got into the car and drove away from the theater.

The two Jingwu brothers who hid behind the pillars to avoid bullets chased out the gate of the theater, looked at the direction where the car disappeared, but did not appear anxious, as if they already knew the result.

Helping up the guy in the porter, they assigned one person to take him to the hospital, while the other sat in the porter's room, guarding against someone taking advantage of the fire.

In the dark, the car drove out of Hongkou District and headed for the pier, which was the agreed meeting place.

Xu Wenqiang sat in the back seat, looking at the direction of the car, frowning.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the car lights, standing in the middle of the road, facing the car, motionless.

Xiao Wu, who was driving, was startled and hurriedly honked the horn twice.

Drip!

The figure remained motionless, still standing where it was, but raised its head to look at the approaching car.

"Does this person not want to live? Court death!"

Xiao Wu gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and slammed into the man.

"Don't waste time!"

Xu Wenqiang scolded in a deep voice.

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Wu stepped on the brake, turned the steering wheel to the left, and said with a smile, "It's just to scare him!"

The car twisted and swerved to the left.

As the distance approached, Xu Wenqiang looked at the man.

The man was wearing a wide-brimmed top hat and could not see clearly.

But under the light, Xu Wenqiang could see that the corners of his mouth raised a distinct curve.

not good!

Xu Wenqiang was startled, and before he had time to remind him, the car passed by the man's side quickly.

Suddenly, the man moved.

The moment the car passed by, the man twisted his body and raised his leg, and suddenly kicked the hub of the front wheel of the car.

As if being hit by a train, the car swayed violently, the steering wheel in Xiao Wu's hand suddenly slipped, and turned half a circle to the left uncontrollably.

The car drifted more than ten degrees to the left in the direction it was supposed to return to, and crashed directly into the electric pole beside the road.

Bang!
The front of the car slammed into the utility pole hard, and the huge impact caused the car's buttocks to lift, and the rear of the car slid sideways, turning around and a half before stopping.

Ouch, groaning, his subordinates huddled together crookedly, their heads bleeding.

Xu Wenqiang stood up with difficulty and looked back and forth. The windshield had several huge cracks and the hood was tilted up, so he couldn't see the situation ahead.

The glass in the back seat was intact, and he could see through the glass the thick utility pole that was broken by the car behind.

The utility poles were made of poplar rafters that had been dried and soaked in asphalt. At this moment, they had been knocked apart from the roots and tipped toward the car.

The wires of all the households in the nearby streets are connected to the top of the pole, tangled like a ball of wool.

It was precisely because there were so many wires stretched that the pole did not fall down, otherwise it would just hit the roof of the car, and everyone in their car would be dead.

Under the thin moonlight, Xu Wenqiang saw the tall figure walking slowly towards the car, so he hurriedly pushed his men away, opened the car door, and climbed out of the car.

Panting heavily, he looked at the man, got back into the car, and found the pistol that had fallen under the seat.

Turning around and pointing the gun in the direction of the man, the man has come close in this moment.

"Mr. Xu, if I were you, I wouldn't shoot."

The man spoke and took off his hat.

At this time, the moon just crossed the clouds and cast a clear glow.

After seeing his face clearly through the moonlight, Xu Wenqiang gasped, but he was not surprised: "It really is you!"

Before planning the action, he had already learned from Feng Jingyao that Fei Nan was the mastermind behind the movie, so when he saw the neon warrior who looked very similar to Fei Nan in the movie, he immediately confirmed it , that samurai was played by Feinan.

Looking at Feinan, Xu Wenqiang's mood was rather complicated.

Although Feinan shot and hurt him, so far, he has no hostility towards Feinan, but a little admiration for him.

The first time they met was at Shanghai Railway Station. Before Feinan made a move, he also spotted the gunman, but he took a slower shot.

Later, he learned from Feng Jingyao that Fei Nan actually won 20 yuan from the gambling table in one day.

You know, it was less than a week before Feinan arrived in Shanghai!
What's more, the movie that made him doubt his life just now was also made by Feinan.

That's the one... He looked back at the back seat of the car, and the copy was stuck in the gap between the seats, intact.

Looking at the copy, his eyes were a little complicated.

It is such a movie that actually achieved what he had been unable to achieve for a long time with the joint efforts of teachers and students of the school, as well as people with lofty ideals from all walks of life.

How many more films like this could there be?

Feinan looked at him playfully: "It's a thief to take it without telling. How do you think I should punish you for such a mobilizing crowd to steal my copy?"

Xu Wenqiang's gun was still pointed at him, and he said in a deep voice, "You can take the copy back, they are just following orders, let them go."

The place on his body where he hit just now was still aching, and he maintained a high degree of vigilance and caution against such a terrifying person who could kick a car away with one kick.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Feinan spread his hands and said.

Xu Wenqiang's heart sank, and he asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want you."

Feinan folded his arms, smiled, and said, "Come and help me with something."

"Sorry, I promised Mr. Feng."

Xu Wenqiang shook his head.

"Really? That would be a pity."

As Feinan said, he slowly put the hat back on his head.

A warning came to Xu Wenqiang's mind, and without hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang!Bang bang!

He fired several shots, but Feinan, who was close at hand, was like a ghost, with an erratic figure, dodging the bullets one by one, and approached him in an instant.

A fist gradually enlarged, Xu Wenqiang's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

The probe grabbed Xu Wenqiang by the collar and put him aside. Feinan came to the front of the car.

Several subordinates in the carriage struggled to get up, but he punched them in turn, knocking them unconscious.

Pulling the copy out from the gap in the car seat, he whistled, and a rickshaw ran out of the alley.

He took out a few dollars and handed them to the driver. Fei Nan pointed to Xu Wenqiang and ordered, "Take him to Feng Jingyao's residence at No. [-] Junpei Lane, Longmen Road. Put him at the door and leave without being discovered."

The driver repeatedly agreed, put Xu Wenqiang on the back seat, and rushed to Feng Jingyao's home.

Calling up the map, Feinan browsed it and nodded in satisfaction.

Since he discovered Feng Jingyao's cursor change last time, he has stepped up his guard.

He sent Huanhuan to Chen Zhen, asked her to live with Guangzi temporarily, and asked Jingwumen to separate dozens of brothers to guard the vicinity of the nine theaters to guard against trouble.

As he expected, after guarding for a few days, he finally found the situation.

It seems that Feng Jingyao is determined to wear a pair of trousers with the Nihong people, and since this is the case, he has nothing to show mercy.

But before that, he had to turn Xu Wenqiang over first.

Some things are more convenient for others to do.

(End of this chapter)